Overcoming Differences

Control

Chapter 7Control

**A/N: As always characters and locations are all J.K. Rowling's creations. Enjoy!**

"Is everything okay Harry?" She asked when she noticed his face had turned red. "You said you wanted to talk to me." She pulled him to a stop by the hand she was holding.

"Uhm, yea, so we're a couple, right?" He asked softly as they made their way to the dark corner of the corridor.

"Yes, of course. I thought we'd already established this." She said with a joking smile on her face.

"You just told Hermione that we were just friends," he responded with a cold, irritated look on his face.

"I, I wasn't sure it was the right time to tell her. She was still hurt and I didn't want to upset her any more than she'd already been so far. Also, I didn't say that we were just friends, but friends. Friends can change to something more. I count you as a friend and a boyfriend." Daphne defended herself, anxiety evident in her voice. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright, I understand. That's really not what I wanted to talk to you about, anyway," he waved his hand dismissively. "I wanted to tell you that I doubt I will be able to keep in contact with you over the summer." He hadn't been sure how to lead into what he really wanted to say.

She looked at him, sensing that there was more than his inability to communicate with her over summer. "Harry, is that really all you had to tell me. Because if that's what you're worried about I'm sure we'll figure something out." She said with a soothing smile.

"My Aunt and Uncle are, what was it called?" he paused, thinking, "'Rhabdophobic', meaning they fear anything to do with magic, and I mean that in the worst way possible." He replied with a frown. "They will do whatever it takes to keep me from using magic or communicating with anyone from this world while there. Hell, I wasn't even allowed to let Hedwig out of her cage to hunt until last summer."

"Oh." She said sounding sad for him. She watched Harry waiting for him to continue.

"Well, in order to gain the control over me that they desire, they try to essentially beat the normal into me as they call it." Harry replied.

She arched her brow. "They hit you!?" She shouted at the thought.

"Shh." Harry said silencing her, "Hit, lock me in tiny,cramped places. Whatever they liked. I grew up sleeping in the cupboard under the stairs." Harry replied in a hushed tone.

"You can't go back there!" She stated angrily.

Harry sighed softly as he said, "I've been working on a way to not go back."

"What do you mean you have been working on a way? What do you think you are going to do at the age of fourteen?" She asked in frustration.

"I was planning to ask Dumbledore if I could stay here for the summer." He said shamefaced.

"Sure, Harry that'll work." she replied sarcastically, throwing up her hands, "Not even Tom Riddle was afforded that privilege. He had to go back to that horrid orphanage each summer. Please, just let me talk to Daddy. I don't think he will let you go back there either." She begged him.

"Sure, thank you, Daphne," Harry said looking both relieved and defeated. "I was thinking of taking a bath in the Prefect's bathroom, would you like to join me? Cedric has continued to give me the Prefect bathroom password in solidarity during the tournament. It's quite nice."

"That sounds wonderful, I could use a hot soak after all the craziness today." she said with a smile.

Harry led her upstairs, luckily it was still dinner time and everyone was in the Great Hall. Everyone knew that Filch spent time during meals either cleaning Snape's cauldrons or romancing Madam Pince in the library. Harry shuddered to think what that may look like. Within a few minutes, they arrived at their destination and Harry turned on the running water, causing a mass of bubbles to form.

Daphne watched as Harry filled the tub, unsure of his intentions. He did invite her here for a bath. She did feel like the water looked inviting though. Brazenly, she undressed until she was wearing just her matching black lace bra and knickers and stepped into the hot, bubbly water and sank down until only her head was visible above the water. Her face was flushed when she turned around knowing Harry was in the room.

Harry blushed softly at her actions, but moved quickly to remove his own uniform, however, he kept his boxers on as he hopped into the tub.

She blushed a bit more as he got in with her, though her smile never faltered. She moved closer to him.

He grinned at her movements. He could feel his body reacting to her near nakedness.

She took his hands and pulled him to the seat that lined the edge of the tub. She sat down and encouraged him to do so as well. "So, do you think we might be ready to take the next step?" She asked anxiously.

" Do you feel ready?" He asked as he sat down with her.

"Uhm," She said softly, pausing as she thought, her blush deepened further still at this new idea she'd not given much thought to, "yeah, I think I am ready." Her voice trembled slightly with nerves but she continued to smile, hiding any evidence of her rising anxiety.

He leaned down to kiss her, his hands wrapped around her waist. He pulled away and said softly, "Okay, just tell me if you wanna stop."

She nodded and leaned up to kiss him deeply, her hands running through his hair.

The kiss was deepened by Harry. He nipped at her bottom lip with his teeth and upon her opening her mouth in a gasp, he plundered it with his tongue, dominating her mouth. He felt powerful. Desire welled up inside him.

Daphne whimpered softly at his show of dominance. She was turned on by his show of confidence and wanted to be dominated. She was always the person with a plan and to not have to plan was refreshing.