Inside a well lit room, where hundreds of fairies were hidden in the bushes and decorations. A mixture of magical and muggle christmas was oddly well mixed together. Hundreds of bodies were merrily chatting together, or well most of them. A few boys who didn't managed to find a date of their liking or their dates ignoring them.
A good example of this was Fleur date who starred hostile at Harry. Like last time around, Fleur brought Roger Davies. However, she gave him minimum polite attention as she chatted with Harry and Daphne.
Also much to Professor McGonagall disagreement, Katie brought Luna as her date. It was more out of fun than anything. Something that a few got a laugh out of seeing the normal stern professor out of her element. As for Susan, she just brought along a random Hufflepuff that Harry didn't recognize.
"What shall I have for dinner?" Daphne hummed to herself as she looked at the menu.
From a fairly wide variety of dishes available, some didn't sound appetizing or really appropriate for the Yule Ball. Looking over the dishes, Harry hopped onto a simple grilled steak with a small salad with fried mushrooms.
"Really?" He heard Daphne say as the food appeared before him.
"What's wrong with it?" Harry asked.
"You forgot your dressing." She said sarcastically. "Didn't you recently eat steak with Susan?"
Nodding as he didn't really see her point as he liked steak. It was also one of the less messy meat dishes on the menu or sandwich. So he didn't see the issue was about eating it.
"Harry, didn't you eat steak yesterday also?" Fleur asked.
"I eat a lot of 'prime' meat everyday yet you don't complain about that." Harry answered. Of course what he meant by prime meat were the females he was graced with. Something that wasn't lost on either of the girls.
"This and that is different." Daphne sighed.
"You've been sighing a lot lately, Daphne." Fleur asked with a bit of concern.
"Yeah, just caught a small cold."
Fleur didn't look like she believed her but let it go. It wasn't really the venue to interrogate her. However, the two shared a quick eye conversation which basically said they will bring it up later.
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After finishing their meal it was time for the champions to open up the dance. Grabbing hold of Daphne, Harry ended up taking the lead. For some reason Daphne seemed to be distracted by something.
"It is quite lucky it isn't a full moon." Harry said as they spun around the dance floor. "I heard it can bring the breasts out."
Laughing at his bad joke. "Harry, that was really bad? But please tell me what's really on your mind."
"Well that should be obvious," Harry said scarassically as he looked into her eyes. "So what's on your mind."
"The future. What it's going to be like after we leave here." Daphne whispered softly. "Things will be different this time around. The past shaped us Harry, but now the one that did is gone and a new one took it place."
Laughing lightly at her worries, "The future can be anything we want really. Didn't you plan on starting a business. As for our past, it alright if changes and it might be for the better. Not everyone gets a second chance. So don't worry about it and enjoy life with me."
"Yeah, your right." Daphne answered. "I don't intend to start my business right away either."
"Then don't." Harry answered. "We aren't hurting for money, so it wouldn't matter if you start one now or wait a few years. After all we have all the time in the world."
Smiling Daphne just nodded as she rested her head on his shoulder, for the rest of their dance. As the night wore on, she watched him dance with the other girls but would dance with her a couple more times.
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The next morning after digging himself out of a pile of limbs and discarded clothes. Harry found himself smiling at the several bare bodies before him. Even Daphne's friend Tracy was among them as was Astoria. Something he was confused about as he didn't know why and the only one still partially clothed. Only her top was missing.and her skirt flipped upside down.
In the end, he threw some clothes on and began making a fairly large breakfast. Since the current time was between breakfast and lunch. Only after the smell of pancakes filled the room did the others begin to wake up.
As a few threw a shirt on before grabbing a plate, Katie and Susan seemed to be rebels and just grabbed a plate. Fleur on the other hand being the tallest and among the largest busts there left her in an awkward position. Only her upper torso was covered leaving her waist and legs open.
"Wonderful Harry." Fleur said as she took a bite.
"So this is your secret." Tracey said as she ate.
"I thought the exercise from last night would be your clue." Luna answered her.
"Haha. Now eat and get changed." Harry pointed with the spatula.
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Sometime later as Harry was meeting with Dumbledore to discuss the latest adventures of Dragon Ball. Daphne who felt a bit ill headed toward the hospital wing. Walking in she saw it was empty for the most part and sighed in relief not knowing why.
"Madam Pomfrey?" Daphne called out to get an answer from the office.
"What can I do for you?" Madam Pomfrey asked, stepping out.
"I've been feeling ill since morning."
Frowning a bit, Madam Pomfrey had her step into her office and sat on a stool. Scanning her wand over Daphne a few times, her frown didn't leave. Feeling a bit scared at the result, she couldn't have a deadly disease could she? Was it her family bloodcurse? While she got lucky last time without it activating, did it become active this time?
"You were planning on graduating Hogwarts this year weren't you?" Pomfrey asked.
"Yes alongside Harry. What does that have to do with this."
"Well that good." Pomfrey said. "You should know that magic isn't all powerful. As such mishaps tend to happen."
Nodding as she knew there were limits within magic, but still didn't know what was going on.
"The anti-conception charm while has better prevention than muggles, there are cases it doesn't work." Pomfrey said.
"You don't mean."
"Yes, dear." Pomfrey said slowly. "You're pregnant."
Daphne let out a breath of relief it wasn't her family curse before fainting at the news.