A/N: General disclaimers that I don't own anything in the HP-verse and blah dee blah blah...

A/N 2: It is my intention that this story be a tasteful, sensual experience and not hardcore smut.

Potter's Hands: Slytherin

Featured Witch: Daphne 'Ice Queen' Greengrass

Daphne groaned and rubbed her neck with her right hand as she walked up the steps from the dungeons. A double Potions lesson with Snape was no picnic, even if she was intellectually gifted and a Slytherin. Professor Snape demanded the best from all of his students', including Slytherins but the other school Houses thought he played favorites.

"As if…"

"Talking to yourself is a clear sign of madness you know Greengrass."

The sound of Harry Potter's voice coming from behind her gave Daphne quite a fright and she whirled around with her hand over her rapidly beating heart. The boy-who-won leaned against the stone archway leading to the Great Hall with his arms crossed and his perpetually messy hair falling into his eyes. Daphne had always been a sucker for boys with pretty eyes and Potter certainly had that quality in spades.

"I'm not going to even dignify that remark with a response Potter. Besides, rumour has it that you are the expert on all things madness so sticks and stones as they say…"

Daphne didn't expect Potter to smile at her snarky response and her eyes narrowed as he stepped closer to her. She did her best to control her breathing as one of Hogwarts's most eligible boys was invading her personal space with those damnable green eyes and roguish smile. The Hogwarts rumour mill was never idle with regards to Harry Potter and the witches always whispered about his reputation with 6th year and above witches within the school in question.

"Too often people confuse my brilliance with madness but that is neither here nor there. What I do know is that you have a horrible kink in your neck and I can help you get rid of it. And possibly any other tightness or soreness in you may have."

Due to the height difference between the two of them, Daphne had to look up into Harry's eyes and she found herself falling into the trap that many witches had fallen into before her. After the war Harry had switched out his old style of glasses and started to wear rimless, half moon glasses that magnified the intensity of his gaze and made his eyes seem endless. Daphne had seen Potter use this physical feature of his to great effect with witches and wizards alike and had scoffed at the weak willed minds of her fellow witches. How wrong she had been about their mental toughness and the power of Harry's gaze.

"Despite…ahem. I am fine and have no need for you to put your hands on me. Even if the rumours about your healing skills and strong, soft hands weren't greatly exaggerated…there are others that I can go to for help. If I needed help that is!"

"Whatever you say Greengrass. The offer still stands though."

Daphne blushed at her inability to speak coherently with Potter so close to her and watched as he stepped back with his hands up. He grinned at her one last time and walked into the Great Hall with his hands in his pockets.

"What was that all about?"

Daphne looked to her right and saw that her best friend Tracey Davis had appeared sometime while she was busy being distracted by Potter. The fact that Tracey had seen Daphne make a fool of herself in front of Potter annoyed Daphne and she pursed her lips together in a straight line.

"Nothing. Potter was being an idiot."

"Oh please don't tell me that he offered his services in removing the giant stick from your arse with those oh so talented hands of his and you refused! Daphne, my cold-hearted Ice Queen of a best friend, even if the rumours were exaggerated to the degree that you suspect that they are, you can't look me in the eye and tell me that your body doesn't tingle at the prospect of having Potter work you over."

Daphne didn't bother to respond to her best friend and walked into the Great Hall with her head held high. She heard Tracey mutter under her breath and a few seconds later her best friend walked beside her. The two girls sat down at their school House table and Daphne loaded up her plate for lunch. Astoria sat down on Daphne's free side and Daphne smiled at her younger sister.

"How are your classes going so far Astoria?"

"Ugh. So much work has been assigned to us already and the term isn't even halfway over yet! And every time that us students' complain or grumble the professors' tack on more work to the assignments stating that this is going to prepare us for our O.W.L.S!"

Daphne smiled and listened indulgently as her younger sister vented about the unfairness of the fifth year student's workload and made the appropriate noises when necessary. Astoria's rant came to an end a few minutes later and Daphne looked to where her sister's gaze had fallen. She scowled as she realised that Astoria was dreamily looking at Potter and idly twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. Daphne rapped her sister on the back of her head and Astoria snapped out of her daydream to look at Daphne with a scowl.

"What was that for?"

"That was for day dreaming about things and people that you shouldn't be. Now, take your potion."

Astoria grumbled under her breath, which Daphne chose not to hear, and watched as her younger sister took her usual magical reserve pepper up potion. Tracey sniggered on her other side and Daphne shot her a glare. Tracey raised an eyebrow and leaned across Daphne to get closer to Astoria.

"Your sister only gives you such a hard time about dreaming naughty little dreams about Potter because she is no better herself. I walked in on the end of Daphne refusing one of Potter's mind-blowing massages just before lunch."

"Tracey…"

"Are you mental Daphne? Why in Merlin's saggy trousers would you refuse an offer like that?"

Daphne glared at Tracey again and then sighed as she looked back at Astoria.

"Because if I had that bad of aches and pains I could take a potion for it or see Poppy about it."

"Right because a potion or Poppy could compare to having a war hero hunk massaging the kinks out of your back while whispering dirty things in your ears."

This time Daphne's intense glare rested solely on her younger sister and Astoria shrugged as if her comment wasn't a big deal. Daphne knew that Astoria had to report in at least three times a day to the infirmary for her condition but now she wondered if Astoria was getting solely treated by Potter himself. It wouldn't be that much of a stretch because Potter was the student healer for Hogwarts and was considered the next big medical prodigy like Poppy was when the nurse matron was younger.

"Oh knock it off with the protective big sister glare Daphne. A girl can dream can't she?"

"Mmmm. Yes she can."

Astoria giggled at Tracey's comment and Daphne rolled her eyes. She stabbed her plate with her fork and rubbed the kink in her neck with her other hand. Morgana be damned, a witch had to have her pride…

Daphne's pride ended up costing her more than a sore neck a few days later and she couldn't move without something in her body twinging. She even ended up snapping at some firsties from her school House without cause and her bitch attitude was out in force. Daphne gritted her teeth and waited in the hallway for Potter to appear from his Runes lesson before supper.

"Greengrass. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

"Can I speak to you alone for a few minutes Potter?"

Daphne smiled at Potter's two constant companions, Granger and Longbottom who seemed to go everywhere with Gryffindor's Golden Boy. Potter smiled at both of his friends and Longbottom and Granger walked by Daphne with warning glares. Despite the fact that all the school Houses had united when the Dark Lord came to attack Hogwarts, a century's worth of bickering and dislike could not go away overnight and Slytherins as a whole were still distrusted.

"Now that you have me alone, what did you want to talk about Greengrass?"

"I…I…I need your help."

Daphne should have known that Potter wouldn't take her seriously and she turned around to walk away when his face broke out into a smug grin. She didn't get the chance to turn around however because Potter reached out and grabbed her wrist. His touch sent shockwaves up Daphne's arm and she froze on the spot.

"I didn't mean to offend you Greengrass but the fact that you even know how to ask for help is surprising. Since I just saw your sister a few hours ago and you're not panicked I can assume that your sister is fine. And since you wanted me alone I can assume that you need my help for you. Finally, since you are still walking like you have that giant stick up your arse I can assume that you want me to help remove it with minimal pain."

"I do not have a giant stick up my arse! And watch where you're looking!"

Potter chuckled and let go of her wrist. Daphne missed the contact but for her reputations sake she snatched her hand back.

"What do you witches say all the time? Us blokes are a slave to the goods and your perfectly formed arse is definitely something to slave over. Now, before you try and take off my head or kick me in the stones, why don't we step into this classroom over here for a moment?"

Potter didn't really give her much of a choice as he guided her into a classroom and shut the door behind them. Daphne stood where Potter left her with her arms crossed across her stomach and waited for further instruction. Potter appeared in front of her and pointed towards a nearby desk.

"You can drop your school bag and your robes on the desk. Then, I want you to stand up straight and look me in the eyes."

Despite her misgivings and uneasiness at Potter's close proximity, the pain in Daphne's body won over her stubbornness and she did as Potter asked. She flinched when Potter's hands framed her face but he shushed her and traced her facial features with his thumbs. Daphne felt the tell tale tingle of magic but she sighed with relief as the headache she had all day went away with each stroke of Potter's thumbs.

"That's it. Just relax…"

Daphne could only groan as Potter's strong fingers trailed from her face and forehead down to the sides of her neck and she flinched. Potter moved too quickly for Daphne to track and suddenly he was behind her. His thumbs kneaded the kink in her neck and bit-by-bit the kink faded as well. Daphne let her head roll forward and groaned her disappointment when Potter's hands left her neck.

"That's all I can do with your jumper and tie on and your blouse buttoned all the way up. Now if you want to meet me down at the Quidditch pitch and walk into the locker rooms I can help you further. You'll need to wear something comfortable though."

"Wait. Don't move Potter. If I remove the articles of clothing preventing you from helping me out some more…can you give me just five more minutes?"

"If that's what you want."

Despite her mind screaming at her not to, Daphne pulled her jumper over her head, took off her tie and undid the first three buttons on her blouse. She looked over her shoulder to see that Potter's eyes had darkened and a roguish smirk crossed his face.

"That eager eh?"

"Shut up Potter and get back to work."

Potter just grinned and Daphne let him have the moment because his oh so wonderful hands went back to working out the kinks in her neck. He held her steady with a hand on her hip and his hot breath in her ear made Daphne weak at the knees.

"Blue lace huh? Aren't you Slytherin girls supposed to reject anything with colour?"

Potter's words came as if from far away and Daphne's brain struggled to connect the dots. She rolled her eyes when she realised that with his position behind her, Potter had the perfect view down her blouse and that he was referring to her blue lace bra.

"Pig…"

Potter's response was to twist his fingers a certain way at that certain spot on her neck and Daphne's whole body pressed back into his solid frame with a wanton moan. She blushed as she realised what had happened but Potter held her steady against him with that damn hand on her hip.

"Easy there bright eyes…."

Potter's nickname for her surprised Daphne but she guessed that he was referring to her bright ice blue eyes that popped in contrast to her milky white skin and black hair. Potter hit that spot again and Daphne shivered with desire. Too quick for her to knock his hand away, Potter reached under her skirt, ran his hand up her stocking clad thigh and pressed on that part of her hip where hip met her womanhood.

"Oh!"

Daphne arched again and Potter's nimble and naughty fingers ran down the gusset of her matching knickers. Twice more Potter did this while hitting that certain spot on her neck. Daphne came with a sharp cry and if it wasn't for Potter's arms being wrapped around her Daphne would have crumpled to the floor. As soon as she regained her wits, Daphne whirled around and tried to slap Potter across the face. The wizard in question leaned backwards and caught Daphne's other hand when she tried to slap him again.

"Easy there Greengrass or you'll undo all the progress we've made."

"Progress? Is that what you're calling it? Who gave you bloody permission to touch me like you did?"

Daphne's eyes flashed and she struggled against Potter's firm grip to no avail. He stared down at her with an unreadable expression in his eyes and Daphne quit struggling after a few moments.

"I will admit that I took a few liberties and ran a mile with the inch that you gave me."

"You think?"

"However, how do you feel?"

Despite wanting to lash out with the fiery retort on the tip of her tongue, Daphne didn't and she considered Potter's question. It felt like a huge weight had been taken off her shoulders and she felt much more relaxed.

"Fine. I feel much better thanks to your ministrations, as bold as they were and…thank you."

"I go with what I can feel and sense Greengrass. You were wound tighter than a rubber band ball and your body was suffering for it."

Daphne looked down, away from Potter's kind and understanding gaze. Yes she had a lover during the holidays, an old family friend, but with several months in between those blissful nights…

"I understand if you don't want my continuing offer of help down in the locker rooms tonight but think about it. We will do nothing that you or your body doesn't want."

With that, Potter left the classroom and left Daphne alone with her conflicting thoughts. On one hand she had a reputation to uphold and a certain…commitment to Darius. But on the other, Potter made her feel free and alive. Not to mention that his hands were just as bloody marvelous as the rumours made them out to be. Daphne shook her head and resolved to come to a decision later tonight.

Close to seven later that evening found Daphne preening in front of her mirror and making sure that her 'comfortable' attire presented her in the best light. Tracey watched from her bed and would throw out questions or quips every once in a while but her attentions were on the fashion magazine in front of her.

"You know you can thank me at any time."

"Thank you for what?"

Tracey huffed, rolled her eyes and tossed the magazine to the side. Her eyes slid over Daphne's frame with a critical eye and she twirled her finger. This time it was Daphne that rolled her eyes but did as her best friend asked and twirled around nice and slow with her hands above her head.

"Are you wearing a push up bra underneath that baby doll tee?"

At Tracey's question Daphne looked down and noticed that her cleavage stuck out more than she usually allowed but she shook her head.

"Did your boobs grow again then or did you get a boob job?"

"Tracey! Goodness, you've seen me naked woman!"

Tracey laughed at Daphne's flushed face and Daphne let her annoyance go, as she knew that Tracey was just teasing her. She smoothed the nonexistent wrinkles out of her light blue baby doll tee and ran her fingers over the black fabric of her tights…pants. What had Tracey called them?

"So I take it that you like your newfound attire? Most girls wear yoga pants to actually perform yoga but it's not uncommon for girls to wear them out in public for other reasons."

Daphne didn't say anything and spun around so her arse faced the mirror again. She was a little hesitant when Tracey had told her that she needed to wear this specific attire after Daphne had relayed every moment to Tracey about her encounter with Potter this afternoon. Her best friend had been insistent however and with a knowing little smirk Daphne could agree that her arse looked fantastic in the tight, stretchy material. A simple thong underneath protected her modesty but didn't leave a knickers line and Tracey wolf-whistled behind Daphne.

"Yes we all know that your arse is magnificent and makes us all jealous. You have the transfiguration bracelet?"

"Yeah, right here."

Daphne reached over to her bed and picked up a simple, silver bracelet. The bracelet would transfigure her appearance so that she wouldn't get any unwanted attention from the students and wouldn't get reprimanded by the professors' for her inappropriate attire while walking around the school. Potter had given her strict instructions not to perform any magic before meeting up with him tonight and although neither witch could fathom why, neither wanted to argue.

"So should I expect you back tonight?"

"Tracey don't start this again…"

Daphne picked up her wand and slid it into her wrist holster. She wasn't a fond of these particular holsters as they were so generic but her usual hiding place wouldn't do for tonight.

"Daphne, you are dressed to seduce and you are going to get a massage from a hottie war hero with seriously magic hands. Despite your overall bitchiness and Ice Queen persona, I know you. I know that you are struggling with your pride, that stupid commitment you think you have to Darius and your fear of letting yourself go. I expect all the juicy details of your trashy, overly hot sexy time tomorrow morning. Capiche?"

Daphne grinned at Tracey's mini rant and knew that her best friend was right on all accounts. Who cared if she had a little on the side fling before the Christmas holidays? What Darius didn't know wouldn't hurt him and Daphne seriously doubted that the man saved himself only for Daphne.

"No, I don't think you should wait up for me then Tracey. Goodbye."

Daphne walked out of her dorm room and entered the Slytherin House common room. The transfiguration bracelet altered her attire to that of her school uniform and Daphne walked out of the snakes' den with little incident. With her heart hammering wildly in her chest, Daphne walked up the cold, stone steps out of the dungeons and up towards the Entrance Hall.

A/N: I'm a tease because Daphne is a tease. Simple eh? Feel free to drop a review or PM me with comments, concerns etc.