Coming down for breakfast, Harry grabbed himself some toast as he sat down at the Gryffindor table.

Looking up at the front tables he saw that old foggy was still not back, "So when do you think that Professor Dumbledore would be back?"

"Not for a while," Hermione answered, "I heard he was all the way in India."

Looking around to see if anyone was listening to them, Neville whispered conspiratorially, "I heard from Gram-Gram that he would be booted from his Supreme Mugwump position in the International Confederation of Wizards."

"Wouldn't we all wish that," Harry murmured to himself, it would be the most wonderful news that topped off his month, if it happened and it was very likely.

"What are you guys whispering about?" Fred asked as he and his twin took a seat from across us.

"Nothing," Harry answered, "did you guys figure out a way to get your names into the tournament?"

"Yea, we got something," George grinned up.

"Something very amazing," Fred stated.

"And ingenious," George added.

"Well I hope it works out for you guys," Harry said. Just then a very beautiful eagle swooped down towards him, and landed on the table in front of him. Without a word, it stuck out its taloned feet at him as if telling him to go ahead, you idiot.

"Man that is a very rare bird," Neville noted as Harry picked around and untied the letter he was looking for.

"You sure know about your birds, huh?" Fred asked jokingly.

Blushing, Neville awkwardly scratched his head, "Well I have been hawking with my family once or twice, and my uncle can never stop going on about birds."

"Mmm," Harry said as he red over the message.

"Who is it from?" Hermione asked out of curiosity, he could see the rest of them were also curious to know.

"I have been invited to lunch," he said as he passed on the message to them.

"Ooo," Fred said as he looked over the letter, "and this is one of those fancy luncheons that noble purebloods do, right?!"

"And it's from a girl," George chuckled.

"Daphne Greengrass, what does she want from you?" Neville asked in confusion.

"I don't know," Harry shrugged his shoulders, this really got him curious to know why she went through all this effort to invite him to a formal lunch.

"What does she want from you?" Hermione sniffed.

"Maybe it's about the incident from potion class," he mused, "I guess she wants to know I am holding up after being attacked by a teacher."

"Nay," Fred said with a wave of his hand.

"She is interested in you," George finished for his brother with a grin.

"I say you should go," Neville cut in, "she is the heiress of the Greengrass family. An Earl like us, so you will need to show the proper decorum and accept or you would be insulting her."

"What do you say, Hermione?" Harry posed as the letter came back to him.

"What do you care of my opinion?" she asked as she turned her head away from him.

Resting his arm on her shoulder, he spoke gently, "You know your opinion is always the most important to me. I know I can always count on your advise, and good wisdom."

Seeing the edge of a blush creep up her neck, she answered briskly, "Well as much as I hate to say it, but you should find out what she wants. Ignoring it won't do you any good."

"Thanks," he smiled down at her, "I know I can always count on you," he stated as his arm slide down under the table and on to her thigh to give it a tight squeeze. Looking at her as she blushed like a pure maiden, Harry couldn't help it as he chuckled deep inside himself.

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Since it was a formal lunch, Harry made sure to dress up in his best attires, wearing a dark blue jacket with an intricate floral pattern, and a vest and white shirt underneath it. Harry looked like the picture of a bright auspicious nobleman.

Coming to the agreed meeting place, Harry was surprised when he walked in a terrace that opened up to the forbidden forest. Laid out in the center of the place was a table fit for two, and seated on one of the tables was Daphne who was dressed in a lovely emerald green gown that fit perfectly with her eyes.

"My lady," he greeted her with a grin as he kissed the back of her offered hand.

Staring up at his attire, the ice princess of Slytherin bite her lips, "I never knew you cleaned up so well."

"What can I say," he said as he took a seat, "I look well with anything."

He didn't mention it was Dobby who did all the hard work, it has been only a few months since he entered this high society and there was just no way he knew of what to wear on these occasions.

"I would say," she smiled as she bite the corner of her lips, taking him all in. Just then a house-elf came dressed in a butler uniform and with a bottle of wine in his hand.

"Would you like some Oiolairë red wine of 1977, Monsieur, Madame?"

"Sure," Harry said as he allowed the older house-elf to pour him some of the wine.

"Thank you, Fodbey," Daphne smiled at the house-elf, "bring out the lunch in 5 minutes."

Looking around the place, as he took a sip of his drink, Harry noted, "I never knew this place existed."

"What you have meals with the common rabble?" she asked in surprise as her cold exterior cracked a bit.

"Yea," he said with a shrug of his shoulder.

"Well, all noble children know of a secluded place around the castle where they could have their own meals. I only come down to the Great Hall for feasts."

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"Never knew that," he said with a shrug. Neville who he was the only noble pureblood he knew of very well knew ate anywhere else but in the Great hall, but he guessed the boy was never the pretentious lot.

"You know what," she said, "You should come eat with us. Tracey, Blaise, and I have our meals here every day. It would be wonderful to have you here."

"I will try," he said, then changing up the topic he asked, "So why did you invite me here today?"

"Well to be honest I never knew how powerful you were until today. We all heard of your great accomplishments, but to be honest I just thought they were tales, like all those books about you.

"But..." she said as she took a sip of her wine and turned her sharp emerald green eyes upon him, "at the Dueling Tournament you really showed everyone that you are effectively the most powerful wizard in the whole school!"

"I guess so," Harry said with a shrug, then looking at her with furrowed eyebrows, "So what?"

"So what, you ask," she said with a chuckle. "You have shown that you are a powerhouse at such a young age, and there more room for you to grow. Really if you wanted to look at this from another angle, this is just the beginning of your LEGEND!"

Looking at her, all coldness was gone from her face and replaced with fervent excitement, he never expected that sort of expression on her at all but there it was.

"Well good on me," Harry said, "but what does this all have to do with you exactly?"

Before Daphne could answer his question, once again, Fodbey walked into the terrace along with two assistants how rolled in a cart with covered plates. "Your meal, Madame," he bowed to Daphne, then adding, "Monsieur," as he followed it up with a bow to him.

"Thank you, Fodbey," she said as they set the plates down and removed the covers. "Leave us be, and make sure there aren't any ears listening during our meal."

"Yes, Madame," he said with a bow as they left them alone

Looking at his delicate rainbow salmon that seem to glow a bit, Harry wondered if it was the magical variety, nevertheless, he cut himself a slice and took a bite.

"Pretty good," he said with a nod of his head as he wiped at his mouth with a napkin. "Now where were we?" he asked as he set aside his utensils.

"Yes," Daphne said as she took a deep draft of her drink to build up her nerves, "the simple truth is that I want to be part of your legend!"

"Ahhh, what do you mean?" Harry asked in confusion as he took another sip of his wine.

Shaking her head as if she thought he was a nitwit, "how do you think?" she asked. "I want to be your wife, I want to create a betrothal contract with you!"

Spluttering as he spilled out his drink, he said dumbly, "WHAT?!"

For a moment his mind short circuited as it couldn't process what came out of her mouth. Deep down inside Harry knew one day he needed to create some heirs, it was his duty required of him from his dying house.

However even though he slept around with plenty of women, he made sure to take the precaution needed so that he didn't impregnate one of his partners. Producing a child was never on top of his mind, forget getting married and being stuck with one woman.

Somehow Daphne seem to read his expression, or it had to be her womanly intuition at work. "Don't worry, I won't be limiting you. I am fine with you marrying other women, and I would even demand of you to bring home some sister-wives for me. The past two wars have heavily damaged every noble line, and my sister and I are the only ones who carry our line, and you alone do the same.

Plus I wouldn't mind if you keep some mistresses hidden away, and lovers on hand. Though I will be Lady Potter, and our children will inherit your titles," she added in a firm tone.

"But don't worry," she said as she rested her hand over his, "You will have the Greengrass name which I am the heir to and our second child could inherit."

"This is all a bit too much, and very fast," he said as he rubbed his temple.

Coming up to him as she sat herself on his lap, she turned her head towards his, and whispered to him. "I know we would make the perfect power couple. Daddy has already told me how you are taking control of the Light side, and with me by your side, the Grey Side would be at your command. We can easily take control of this country in our grasp.

And I know you would be the most powerful wizard in all of Magical Britain. You would one day rival the likes the best of the best, and could become the next Dumbledore or..... Voldermort."

Then slowly inching up to him, she broke into a deep kiss with him as their lips pressed up against each other and she slipped past his teeth and into his mouth.

After a long heated moment, she broke away, and ran her fingers through his black locks and asked, "What do you say?"

Looking down at her, Harry could now see how such a perfect little snake she was, no wonder she put in Slytherin. The way she manipulated him, played to his lust and fantasies, whispered sweet words into his ears.

He had to admit, she was really good!

She was not someone you wanted as an enemy, and he could see the benefits of having a little snake like her on his side.

"I guess you do make some fine points," he said.

"Mhm," she said as she made circles around his chest.

"And I wouldn't mind meeting your parents to discuss this in more detail," he finally allowed. Setting aside everything, he knew he needed to get married, and having such a sharp, cunning, beautiful, and manipulative wife like her by his side wouldn't be so bad.

But he wouldn't be giving her title of Lady Potter, no, he had a much better house that fit her.

"I won't disappoint you dear," she said as he bite his ear lob lightly.

"I won't dream of it," he chuckled softly.

"What is this?" she asked in mock innocence as she ran her hand over his bulge in his pants.

"Well that is what you call a hard on," Harry answered truthfully, not feeling abashed in the slightest.

"I know that silly," she said with an eye roll. "Here," she said as she pulled down his pants, "Let me help you with it."

Reaching into his pants, Daphne unveiled his huge cock to the entire world. Staring at it wide eyed for a moment, she was nevertheless able to quickly collect herself.

"You seem very virility, my lord," she noted with a bit of shock still in her tone.

"Why thank you," he said with a grin, no one really ever put it like that, and he couldn't help chuckling a bit.

Wrapped her hand around his cock, she begin to pump him and down.

"You are really good at this," he observed with a grunt of satisfaction.

"My lady mother has taught me all the womanly arts at a young age, so I am fit to please any lord that graces my bed sheets."

"So did your mother teach you how to relieve a man with your mouth?" he wondered out loud.

"You mean a blowjob?" she asked as she gave him the look.

"My god," he said in aghast, "did such vulgar term come out of a noble lady's mouth."

Rolling her eyes, she stated, "you would be surprised to know what noble husbands would want of their lady wives. So a blowjob is the least of what I learned."

"Well then," he said as he waved at his shlong in her grip, "why don't you show me this great and amazing skills you have."

"Fine," she said, "if it would grace you closer to me, so be it."

Without another word, Daphne wrapped her cherry red lips around his swollen head. She gave it a long and sloppy kiss before pushing his manhood into her mouth.

"Mmm, not bad, not bad," Harry said as he put his hands on the back of her head.

Ignoring him, Daphne descended down onto his cock throat so unlady like in the least bit. The back of her throat squeezed his manhood when she pushed deep inside him.

"Alright that pretty good," Harry said with a groan. She really was putting her skills to good ease as he already felt like blowing. He thought about using some spells that would hold him of indefinitely as long as he wanted, but there was just something of naturally cumming that held its own merits.

She bobbed her head up and down on his manhood as she suckled him off and drew his release nearer. The Ice Princess wrapped her hand around his large ball sacks and started to rub them hard. Her fingers brushed against the base of his length which she hadn't been able to fit, and had him double sacked.

Harry closed his eyes, feeling her warm mouth, and her amazing tongue. Her throat felt extremely tight around his manhood, and her tongue was very active like a little serpent dancing about.

He grabbed onto her face and pushed her deeper along his length, feeding her more of his shaft.

Daphne cooed at his large cock pierced down her throat, and sent vibrations all along his length and shivers up his body. Her warm lips nearly touched his groin and almost captured his massive prick deep inside her mouth.

Her throat expanded and relaxed around him, using the skills that she had been taught.

"Getting closer," Harry warned with a moan of pleasure

Daphne was all ready for him, and to push him over the edge, she bobbed down on his manhood harder and faster, taking his thick prick deep into her throat.

However she wasn't totally prepared for the giant load he unleashed on her, Harry just outright unloading everything down her throat.

Her eyes go wide as her mouth expands to chipmunk proportions, and her nostrils flare, as his cum is exploding out of her nose and down the sides of her mouth as she chokes and gags on his white, hot jizz. It makes an utter mess of her, leaving her looking dazed and glazed over.

With a contented sigh, Harry pulls out of her throat finally.

"Man, I got to say," he said as he watched her family wipe herself clean with a napkin, "that really was the top ten blowjobs I got."

"Top ten?" she asked with narrowed eyes, then with a snort as she crossed her hands, "I don't even believe you ever got one. Forget a bunch you can measure up against."

"Ahh, my dear," he said with a shake of his head, "I already got started building my harem!"