Harry picked up the Sword of Gryffindor as he continued his training. A sword of similar length was suspended in mid-air, conjured by the Room of Requirement, as it swung at him. Harry dodged and the two metals collided with a clang.
Daphne Greengrass and Dylan Lestrange looked at each other worriedly as they heard the sound of swords clashing against the other. Harry had been pushing himself to the limit over the past few months and they could see that he was getting irritable.
"Something has to be done," muttered Dylan. "Or he'll snap."
"Don't worry," said Daphne with a small smile. "I have an idea."
"I'm not telling him to take it easy!" Dylan exclaimed, holding his hands up in surrender. "The last time I suggested it, he bit my head off and I'm not eager to face my brother when he's that angry."
Daphne shook her head, a small smile forming on her lips.
...
Harry sighed as he collapsed on the couch in the Room of Requirement after a gruelling sword-fighting practice. He could understand now why Godric loved his sword. It was amazing to fight with it; the rush he got when something so sharp came towards him as he deflected it, the sound of metals clashing against the other, the swiftness and agility needed to attack his opponent - it was exhilarating.
"Finished with your practice?" asked Daphne, sitting next to him as she wiped his face with a cool cloth.
"Ah, thanks, Daph," Harry muttered, as he placed his head on her lap, closing his eyes as he relaxed.
"Harry," said Daphne quietly. "Do you have to train so hard?"
Harry's eye twitched in annoyance but he remained quiet. Daphne simply ran her fingers through his smooth raven locks. Harry moaned slightly as her hands began digging into his scalp, massaging it delicately.
"I'm not going to tell you to slow down," said Daphne softly. "But is it wrong to be worried about your well-being?"
"You and Dylan should know that I can take care of myself," said Harry quietly. "So stop worrying. Both of you should be worried about your end of year exams, nothing more."
"We have that covered. You tutor the both of us so we're ahead of our peers. Now, will you at least allow me to help you relax?"
Harry remained quiet and Daphne found it frustrating that she couldn't tell anything by his blank expression. "And how are you going to help me relax?"
Daphne's face lit up. "Okay, just stay here and keep your eyes closed. I'll be back."
Harry's lips twitched slightly in amusement as she got up. Closing his eyes, within thirty seconds, he was fast asleep. Two hours later Daphne gently shook him awake. "Harry, wake up," she said softly. "Everything's ready."
Harry blinked his eyes when he noticed a door facing him on the other side of the room. He followed Daphne's instructions to the letter, including stripping off all his clothes. When he entered through the door, he realised that it was a sauna.
"This is supposed to help me relax?" asked Harry wearily.
"This is part of the plan, so go with it. Be patient," she explained. Harry's cheeks tinted pink as he saw, to his surprise and elation, Daphne removing her clothes as well. Supremely unconcerned, knowing that he was watching her, Daphne walked inside the sauna and closed her eyes to relax.
They spent twenty minutes in the sauna together, but seeing Daphne in a state of undress excited Harry so it turned into a make-out session right there. Once done, the two sweaty teens took a cool shower together. The room shimmered again, this time turning into a small room filled with candles. A single bed was in the middle of the room along with body oils mixed with muscle relaxing potions.
"A massage?" asked Harry in surprise.
"Yes. Now lie down on your belly."
Harry smiled at her as he lay down on the bed. He closed his eyes and soon felt the warm oil all over his back. Soft hands touched his skin as she began kneading his shoulders. Harry moaned as Daphne slowly worked her way down, releasing the tension from his sore muscles. She massaged his shoulders, spine, and lower back until she gave him a sensual foot rub. Harry had never felt so relaxed in his life! He was so aroused at this point that even the slightest twinge made him moan in frustration. He was dying for a release but Daphne wouldn't even let him touch himself.
After firmly kneading his shoulders, she made him turn on his back as she poured more oil on his front. Gently running her hands over his chiselled chest and abs, she went lower, completely ignoring his throbbing erection. She massaged his legs and went back to his shoulders and by this time, Harry was literally pleading to be touched.
"Please, Daphne," said Harry desperately. "I can't take it anymore. I love you!"
Daphne smirked victoriously. Applying more warm oil to his penis and testicles, she gave feather-light touches until she finally grabbed the shaft in her fist and began stroking it. After having been aroused for more than an hour, it was only a minute before Harry ejaculated, panting hard.
"That was the best experience of my life. And you are the best fiancée one could ask for. Thank you!"
"You're welcome," Daphne muttered against his lips. "Now, are you feeling better?"
"Yes," said Harry, but a smirk formed on his lips. "But it's your turn now."
Getting up, he pushed her on her belly, taking a moment to admire her. Carefully tucking her long hair to the side, he placed gentle kisses on her spine before applying oil as he began massaging her back. Slowly and sensually, he moved lower, applying more oil as she spread her legs. Daphne moaned in pleasure as she felt Harry's finger enter her vagina, stroking her inner walls. Removing his finger, he made her turn, lying on her back. Again, he gently kissed her neck and moved lower until he was sucking on her nipples. Swirling his tongue against it, he switched breasts while constantly fingering her, with his thumb now gently rubbing her clitoris. When he realised that she was close to orgasm, he withdrew, making her whine in frustration.