Daphne gets detention with her DADA Professor, where they end up exchanging words and misunderstandings ensue.

Marlene had written Hermione back quickly and told her daughter that she was happy for her, and she would do her best to calm her father down when the inevitable explosion occurred—once they’d decided to consummate their relationship.

Hermione’s seventeenth birthday had finally arrived and Draco had taken her to the Room of Requirement for the evening. He’d had the elves prepare a lovely dinner for them both and afterwards, there was dancing—then he played the piano for her. She sang for him and they explored a bit more in how to please each other until curfew.

It was the best birthday Hermione could ever remember having.

Daphne’s birthday had followed over a week later, and the witch had waved it off carelessly over breakfast—when her friends tried to plan a trip to Hogsmeade for that afternoon. She really couldn’t have been bothered, as she was simply too busy working on her project and had taken to reading every meal, much to Hermione’s amusement.

The tension in DADA between her and Professor Yaxley had been palpable since the ‘incident’ in the hallway. Hermione had laughed when Daphne had told her what the insufferable git said, and how she’d handled it. Whenever Professor Yaxley asked her a question in class, Daphne just answered in her most disdainful tone.

The wizard in question however, just smirked at the witch’s audacity, but never called her out on her rude behavior.

Daphne quickly grabbed her books and headed for the library. Even though it was a Saturday, there was so much work for her to be doing and she had just finished the outline for her project. Excited to get started, she missed sharp blue eyes that followed her out of the Great Hall. When she got to the library, she asked Madam Pince for the location of several texts, and unfortunately a few were located in the restricted section. Groaning in frustration, she hadn’t thought to get Professor Vector to sign a permission slip for her.

Placing her supplies down, she hurried back towards Professor Vector’s office when a hand grabbed her by the waist and hauled her into an alcove.

Gasping in alarm, she noticed Harry Potter smiling at her shyly.

“Harry! You gave me a fright!”

Harry laughed. “Sorry, Daphne. I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday.”

Daphne smiled. “I see? So you’d thought you’d accost me and drag me in here to do so?”

Harry rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Well, yeah? Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade today?”

Daphne smiled but shook her head. “I can’t today. I’m doing some research in the library, and I realized I’d forgotten to get a pass for the restricted section from Professor Vector. Maybe some other time?”

Harry smiled and nodded and together the two students walked out of the alcove and directly into Professor Yaxley, who was glowering at both of them, but his ire seemed to be directed solely at Daphne.

“How interesting. Perhaps you both might want to be a bit more discreet in the future.” Yaxley drawled out deeply, and Daphne’s face reddened at the innuendo—while Harry just looked oblivious.

Daphne turned to Harry and smiled sweetly. “Thank you for the birthday wishes, Harry. I’m sorry I can’t go to Hogsmeade with you today, but perhaps sometime in the future when my project is completed, as I really don’t have time for anything else right now. I’m sure you understand?”

Harry just nodded and smiled. “No, I get it. I’m sorry to have accosted you in the hallway, but let me know, eh?”

“Sure.” Daphne smiled politely and watched as the black-haired boy walked away.

When the hallway was clear, Daphne threw up a wandless ‘silencing’ charm, much to Yaxley’s surprise and appreciation. She turned and faced her Professor with hardened eyes that were shining in anger. Moving over into the wizard’s personal space she pointed her wand under the man’s chin and growled. “I don’t know what your problem with me is, but I’m sick of the snide remarks, prattish comments and overall arrogant smirks coming from your general direction these past two weeks. You may be my Professor, but I’m not scared of you. And just for the record, not that it’s any of your business, but Harry is a sweet boy, but hardly my type. So if you’re going to make unfounded snide comments, at least get your fucking facts straight. It makes you look like an ill-informed idiot.”

Daphne went to turn around but the low drawling voice behind her stopped her cold, “Fifty points from Slytherin and detention in my office tonight, Miss Greengrass, for speaking to your Professor in such a way.”

Daphne smirked coldly and snarled, “Better make it an even hundred, Professor, because something tells me I’ll talk to you however I damn well please.”

With that, Daphne cancelled the silencing charm and walked towards Professor Vector’s office before she stopped suddenly, turned around and gave a cold look to the man who was watching her with a wicked smile on his face. “Oh and Professor? Just for the record? It’s customary to set a time when handing out detention. You wouldn’t want to look ill-informed, would you?”

And with a smile that wouldn’t melt butter, Daphne Greengrass walked elegantly down the hallway not realizing that she’d just succeeded in capturing the interest of one of the most notorious bachelors in Wizarding Britain.

Later that evening at dinner, Hermione had mentioned having a small get together in the common room for Daphne’s birthday but the girl just shrugged and said she couldn’t, that she had to serve detention. When the entire sixth years turned in stunned disbelief at the fact that sweet Daphne Greengrass had managed to get detention, the girl just snarled at her friends and told them to ‘piss off.”

Hermione had followed her friend out of the Great Hall and asked her what was going on, so Daphne told her everything. The longer the story went on, the wider Hermione’s smile got. When Daphne was done, Hermione raised an eyebrow and Daphne blushed and snarled, ‘What?’

“Go to detention and ignore the prat,” Hermione smiled wickedly, “play hard to get and you’ll have him eating out of your hand in no time.”

“Well that shouldn’t be too hard, he’s an arrogant git who needs someone to knock him upside his head.”

Hermione laughed, but shook her head fondly at her friend. “Well, let me know if you need anything. We will do something tomorrow for your big coming of age.”

“Okay.” Daphne sighed and headed down to the DADA classroom.

When she entered, Professor Yaxley was waiting for her.

“Ah, Miss Greengrass! Please do come in and be seated.”

Daphne didn’t make eye contact but went and sat down primly in her normal seat trying to ignore the heady smell of the man’s cologne and the predatory way he was watching her.

“It would seem we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot. I for one, must apologize if what I’d inferred earlier today offended you. It probably seemed that I was calling into question your virtue, and for that I apologize.”

Daphne just lifted an eyebrow mockingly at the man. “Elegant work around, Professor. Is that the Slytherin way of asking if I’m still a virgin? I would’ve expected something less obvious from you.”

Yaxley’s eyes darkened ominously and he moved over towards Daphne’s desk, warding the classroom silent. “And what makes you think I’m the least bit interested in the state of your virtue, Miss Greengrass?”

Daphne stared up at the man unafraid. “I’m sorry, Sir,” Daphne drawled sweetly, “Perhaps you treat all your students with such caring as you’ve done for me these past weeks. Pity, as I didn’t think you to be a man so free with your attentions.” Daphne then smiled, while Yaxley just stared at the young girl in shock.

“You need a good punishing, little girl.” Yaxley snarled, and Daphne’s eyes widened as her breath hitched.

She stood up from her desk and moved right into her Professor’s space. “Let’s get one thing straight, Lord Yaxley—if you so much as think that you will ever have the pleasure of punishing me, you are barking! For the record, I am untouched, but that doesn’t mean I’m innocent. It also means I decide whom I let touch me, pleasure me or do any other damn thing I want him to do.”

Yaxley growled and grabbed the blonde witch by the back of her head, lifting her along his body so she could feel just what her words were doing to him.

“Listen here, little love?” Yaxley purred menacingly in Daphne’s ear, causing the witch to shudder and Yaxley to smirk knowingly, “If you so much as let Potter, or any other wizard touch or taste you, you’ll find out just how interested I am and how free with my attentions I can be.”

Daphne glared back defiantly. “You have no right to say any of this to me! I do not belong to you! I’m fucking sick and tired of people thinking they have some right over my life like all I am is a fucking bargaining chip! I want to finish school get a mastery, do something else besides get married and pop out a bunch of fucking heirs for some Pureblood prick who doesn’t appreciate what I have to offer!! You’re just more of the same! Let me go...now!”

Yaxley set the witch down, and watched her as she fought to get her emotions under control. He belatedly realized in that moment, that he had completely misjudged the witch. He’d thought maybe she was playing hard to get as some Pureblood witches liked to do that, but she seemed truly offended that he saw her as nothing more than a good time.

He took a step back and bowed his head remorsefully.

“I apologize, Miss Greengrass if I’ve offended you...truly.”

Daphne looked at the man dubiously but nodded once. “If we are finished here, Professor—I’d really like to leave. It is my birthday, and I’d like to spend the rest of it alone, if you don’t mind.”

Yaxley nodded and frowned, watching the witch gather her things and move quickly out of the classroom.

He couldn’t helped but be intrigued by the witch.

She was powerful, beautiful and full of passion and fire.

Merlin help him!

He wanted her for himself.

But what would a beautiful young witch ever want with a used up Death Eater like him?