"This won't work, Harry," said Daphne, smirking as Harry's Disillusionment Charm came unravelled. "Do you think I can't recognise your style?"
Harry smirked too. Circling each other like a pair of wolves, the couple assessed each other's strengths and weaknesses. Both their backs were erect, their breathing slow and even, eyes calm; their wands were ready and pointed at the other, their right foot edged forward and left arm raised slightly for balance. They were ready to attack.
Flashes of spellfire dominated the Room of Requirement as the room became smaller with every minute they duelled; with both of them relying on acrobatics and large areas to win, they had to practice duelling in a small room to get over that particular weakness. Ten minutes later, with both of them panting heavily, they stopped as they observed each other. Five seconds later, with surprising swiftness, Daphne conjured a powerful jet of water at Harry, just as Harry conjured fire. Due to the spells clashing together, the water evaporated, creating steam, making them unable to see the other. Spells were flying in all directions and there were grunts of pain and squeals of surprise. When the mist cleared, both were on the floor, with Daphne on top of her fiancé, grinning happily, their foreheads touching each other.
"I think this is the best duel we've had yet," breathed Harry, not able to look away from her, taking in every detail of her face. There were small cuts on Daphne's face, but he honestly didn't care. They would be healed, of course, but it somehow made him fall even more in love with her just by looking at her in this state.
"You must be the only boyfriend in the whole world who likes scars on his girlfriend's body," said Daphne as she bumped against him playfully.
"How did you know what I was thinking?" asked Harry in surprise.
"I'm your fiancée; I spend nearly all my time with you every day and have done so for three and a half years. After spending so much time with you, I don't need Legilimency to know what you're thinking."
Harry smiled faintly as he got up, pushing her off him. "You're crazy, you know that?" he said playfully, kissing her fingers delicately. "Instead of preparing for the ball like everyone else, you're here practising against the duelling dummies. Have I ever told you how much I admire you?"
Daphne shook her head slightly in fond exasperation. What did she have that made Harry respect her as much as he did? She looked up to him, yes, but that was because Harry was essentially her teacher! Sometimes, she would never understand what went on in that big brain of his. Kissing him sweetly on the lips, she got up. "Come on, get up. We need to take a shower and get ready for the ball."
Harry's cheeks tinted pink as he watched the Room shimmer around them. A bathroom with two doors formed around them; he watched Daphne open one of the doors and enter. His heart began beating faster as he imagined Daphne in the bathroom. While it was true that she had seen him nude before, he had never seen her without sufficient clothes on. He had several dreams of her in that state, of course, but the fact that she was so close…
The magical shower activated as soon as he entered the bathroom, simulating rain. Harry sighed in relief as the hot water soothed his aching muscles. After a long, relaxing shower, he wandlessly cast a drying charm on himself, making the droplets of water disappear. With another casual wave of his hand, he unlocked the door and stepped out into the dressing room conjured by the Room of Requirement. His heartbeat quickened again and heat rushed to his face.
Daphne was standing at a dressing table in front of a large mirror, wrapped only in a white fluffy towel that extended to her mid-thigh. Even from the side, Harry could see the curves of her breasts and the rest of her body. He tried his best not to stare, but he was transported to another world. His eyes were glazed and lips parted slightly in admiration. Unsurprisingly, his cock was erect.
"Harry! HARRY!"
"Huh?" asked Harry, snapping out of his musings as he saw the blushing face of his fiancée.
"I asked if - ahem - never mind," muttered Daphne, turning back to style her hair, her face still pink. She breathed deeply, trying to push the images of Harry standing naked in the room out of her mind. Spending day after day with Harry and Dylan over the past year and a half ensured that she was used to seeing them nude, but that didn't mean her fiancé's presence didn't affect her every time. She was highly tempted to pin him against the wall and ravish him all night.
Harry cleared his throat as he walked over to her. Daphne's attire for the evening was a dark wine red coloured sleeveless knee-length dress which had beautiful silver embroidery and patterns. The lower part of the dress was flowing with multiple fabrics that ended just before the knees.
"I got these for you," said Harry softly as he passed a large velvet box to her.
Daphne opened it and smiled. "You didn't have to do this, you know," she said sincerely.
"You're my fiancée, Daphne. You're already family, so any jewellery of the Potters is already yours. This actually belonged to my mother. Here, let me help you."
Once she was dressed, she checked herself in the mirror. Her makeup was perfectly done; her dress looked really good and the diamond necklace studded with rubies was glinting from her neck. Matching earrings and bracelets were glinting from her ears and hands, completing the effect. A small tiara held her hair which flowed elegantly to the middle of her back.
"You look beautiful."
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