Daphne looked to her and nodded.
"Well," sighed Hermione. "Friday night gives you almost forty eight hours to change your mind. So, if you're going to, you've got time to do so."
Worried, Daphne asked her, "You're still alright with this?"
"Yes," she replied. "At first, I was worried that I'd lose Harry's love. But, after his night with Fleur, I knew that wasn't the case - wouldn't be the case."
"'Ave no doubt of his love for you, 'Ermione," said Fleur. "It shines true. If anything, it 'as deepened since that weekend two and a 'alf weeks ago."
Happy and not a little more relieved, Hermione turned a smile on Fleur and softly said, "Thank you."
Fleur nodded back with her own smile before she looked back to Daphne. "When do you want to ask 'im?"
"Ummm..." stuttered the blonde.
"Now, tonight, would be the best idea," said Hermione. "Give him time to... internalise it. Give him a chance to accept."
Daphne nodded back, but worried about how she'd approach Harry with it.
In the end, she needn't have worried.
When the girls returned to the living room, Daphne sat on Harry's right and leaned into him.
She stayed like that a little while before she softly said, "Harry?"
"Mmm?" he asked.
"I'm ready."
He froze for a moment before he softly asked, "Ready... for what?"
At first, surprised at how thick he was being, she realised she shouldn't be. She pulled away a little and looked him in the eyes. "I'm ready for us to have our first night together."
A little confused he said, "Daphne, you've been here for a few months, now―"
A little frustrated, she said, "Harry. I mean I have not just made my decision to actually have a child or two with you, I have now made my decision as to when the first night we shall make love should be.
"I'm asking you to give full consideration to taking me up to the Room of Requirement on Friday night."
'When it came to sex, Harry might be a little thick,' she thought, "But he certainly wasn't that thick.'
"You... want me to make love to you on Friday night?" he asked.
'Alright. Maybe he was.'
"Yes, Harry," she replied. "I'd like you to join me in the Room of Requirement on Friday night and make love to me. Actually, I'm asking you to make love to me on Friday night. Would you? Please?"
"Errr... You know what it means... regarding the agreement... if we do, don't you?" he asked.
"I do," she firmly replied. "But, as I've told you before, I really cannot see there ever being anyone else I'd rather at least my first time to be with, than you.
"Actually, I cannot see there ever being anyone I'd rather be with, than you."
"Oh... alright," he replied. "If it's something you really want―"
She smiled in happiness at him before leaning in and kissing him. "Thank you, Harry."
Then she snuggled back in again.
When he looked over at Hermione and gave her a questioning look, she smiled and just nodded back.
Feeling better about it, he returned to his study.
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Harry was nowhere near as nervous during the two days run-up to the Friday night, as he was about his and Hermione's first and, so far, only time. So, Harry was able to better concentrate on his school work.
On Friday, he made sure Fleur and Hermione knew to immediately send Dobby or Betsy if there was a problem and both just grinned back.
"Harry," said Hermione. "We know. We'll be fine. And the other Heirs will be with us all the time we're out of the apartment, anyway. Don't worry about us."
Once back in the apartment, Harry went and dropped off his satchel and headed for the shower. Just like with Hermione and Fleur, he didn't want to be 'smelly' for Daphne. She deserved his best efforts and she'd get it.
When he was ready, he noticed the others were all gone again and knew they were probably having a 'girl talk' session in Daphne's room, this time; so just waited.
When they came out, Hermione came over first and gave him a gentle snog before pulling back. However, she also paused to whisper in his ear, "Make it good for her, like you did for me."
He gave her a serious nod back.
Surprising him, Fleur came over and kissed him French-style on both cheeks before pulling back. The mischievous minx's eyes were sparkling and she grinning at him.
When he turned to Daphne, he thought he saw reluctance in her expression or posture.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to, Daphne," he firmly said. "If, at any time, you want to stop... we will."
That seemed to release the tension she was feeling. And she smiled at him. "Thank you, Harry. It's very nice to know that. However, I'm sure; this is what I want."
Stepping closer, he wrapped her in a hug and called, "Dobby!"
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