Harry Potter with Technology System-Chapter 442: Scheduled Chaos

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Then came Valentine’s Day.

The castle had gone mildly deranged with floating roses, heart-shaped biscuits, and at least three instances of hallway serenades that should have been illegal by decibel alone. Harry had dodged all of them, somehow. Maybe people just knew better by now.

Eight girls, one Harry Potter. It sounded like a cursed punchline, but it was real enough. He wasn’t boasting about it. Not ducking, either. Just... managing.

Daphne had handled the scheduling like a Ministry clerk on a mission... slotted times, locations, even a rotation plan to avoid "scenic collisions" between the girls. It was organised chaos, but it worked. Just about.

Then there was Astoria, determined to wedge her moment in like she earned it by blood right. She stood in the middle of the corridor with arms crossed, foot tapping, and that little glare she perfected watching her sister.

"I don’t accept it. We haven’t had our moment," she snapped, eyes narrowing as Harry passed her with his coat already on.

He barely slowed, just reached out and gave her a quick tap to the forehead. "You are still too young. Few more years, then we will see."

Astoria stomped the floor behind him, clearly unimpressed, but didn’t argue further. Just huffed and trailed after him, muttering something about age being "a social constraint invented by insecure old men."

Harry ignored her and kept walking. He had a proper date scheduled, one that didn’t involve underage Greengrasses trying to sneak into the rotation like it was a Triwizard event. He reached the edge of the castle wards and adjusted his scarf, the winter wind biting to be annoying.

Daphne was waiting near the Honeydukes entrance. She wasn’t dressed up, she never bothered with over-the-top stuff, but her coat was new, deep green and tailored, made her look like she ran a Ministry department instead of a fifth-year date queue. Her hair was pinned back on one side, small clip with a serpentine design. Slytherin subtlety.

"Took your time," she said as he approached.

"I was busy denying a child access to the harem."

Daphne rolled her eyes. "Astoria again?"

"She is persistent," Harry said.

"She is a Greengrass," Daphne replied like that explained everything. "Come on, I booked The Three Cups. Quiet table, actual privacy."

They made their way through the cobbled street. Most students had already settled into shops or drifted toward Zonko’s and Scrivenshaft’s. The village was full of the usual Valentine’s clutter, floating hearts, glittery garlands, and far too many people thinking a serenade outside a tea shop counted as charm.

The Three Cups was tucked behind the main lane, slightly up a hill, with frosted windows and charmed lights that changed with the time of day.

As they reached the door to The Three Cups, Harry paused, eyes flicking across the village square just below. The light snowfall had started up again, dusting the cobblestones and cloaking the air with that soft hush only fresh snow brought. Through it, he spotted a small cluster near the fountain.

Neville stood there, unmistakable even with his scarf tugged halfway over his chin, holding hands with none other than Fleur Delacour. Her silver-blonde hair shimmered even under her hat, and she leaned into him with a smile that probably made every boy within ten feet jealous on instinct.

Daphne followed his line of sight and let out a low whistle. "Still can’t believe he pulled that off."

Harry gave a half-smirk. "He didn’t pull anything. She picked him."

"True. Still, can’t wait till someone writes about it. ’Quiet Herbologist Tames Veela.’"

"I would read it," Harry said. "Might even sell it to the Prophet."

Further down, near the bakery, Blaise and Nott stood awkwardly but passably dressed, flanking two girls Harry recognised from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Megan Jones, all curls and too much lip gloss, who had returned Hogwarts for the second term. Ginny swore Blaise had a hand in that, but no one could prove it. She was talking Blaise’s ear off, while Su Li walked beside Nott, not saying much but nodding along politely.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Well, well. Looks like they finally stopped sulking through Valentine’s."

Daphne scoffed. "Barely. Look at Blaise, he is sweating through his collar."

"And Nott is walking like he borrowed those shoes."

"It is because he did. From Neville."

"Ah."

Across the street, Cedric and Cho strolled past Honeydukes, laughing at something that had clearly left Cedric red-faced. Fred and George weren’t far behind, Fred with Angelina Johnson, George with Alicia Spinnet. The twins had matching red scarves, as if anyone needed help telling them apart.

Harry watched them a second longer, then turned back to Daphne. "Alright. Let’s go pretend we are normal for an hour."

"Speak for yourself," she said, pulling the door open. "I brought notes."

Inside, The Three Cups had that sort of hush that suggested old money and charmed napkins. A fireplace crackled along the far wall, and the tables were spaced out enough to discourage eavesdropping, perfect for a date, or a quiet assassination. Either would work.

Their reserved table was tucked near the window. A little card on the table had Greengrass & Guest written in neat script.

"Subtle," Harry said, pulling out her chair.

Daphne raised a brow. "You want to sit on a doily-covered sofa again like we did at Madam Puddifoot’s?"

"Merlin, no."

The menus were already enchanted open, floating lightly over their plates. Harry scanned his, lips twitching.

"Anything not pink?"

Daphne hummed. "Bottom corner. Braised lamb with herb sauce. Looks safe."

A waiter appeared as if summoned. "Ready to order?"

Harry closed the menu. "Lamb for both. No drinks yet."

Harry looked at her, deadpan. "I assume I get to eat food with you and dessert with the next, yeah? Or am I about to eat eight bloody meals in a row?"

Daphne flicked open her napkin and laid it across her lap with all the ceremony of a pure-blood matron. "Don’t be dramatic. Tracey is meeting you for dessert and coffee. You will survive."

"Barely. I am about two dates away from needing a Calming Draught."

She didn’t even look up. "You already brewed one. I saw it in your pocket."

Harry gave a short laugh. "Of course you did."

The waiter brought their plates, braised lamb, potatoes crisped at the edges, something vaguely green trying to look important on the side. Daphne glanced at her food, then back at Harry.

"Don’t suppose you remembered to skip lunch?"

"Didn’t have time. Susan cornered me in the library for that last round of notes."

"Lovely," she said. "Means I will be stuck with a sluggish date."

"Please," Harry said, already cutting into the lamb. "I am the picture of charm, regardless of digestion."

Daphne gave him a very dry look, but she smiled all the same.

They ate with the kind of quiet that didn’t need filling. The clink of cutlery, the hum of muted conversation from other tables, the occasional clatter from the kitchen behind the staff door. Harry wasn’t one for frilly restaurants, but this one didn’t make him want to hex anything. That was a win.

Halfway through her plate, Daphne spoke again. "You know Tracey is planning something."

"Of course she is. What sort of ’something’?"

"She wouldn’t say. But she made sure I knew I would regret it if I ran over my time slot."

Harry took a sip of water. "And yet here you are, already hinting you might stretch things."

"I like to be difficult."

"Is that your charm talking?"

"It is my birthright."

Harry smirked. "Remind me to send your mother a thank-you note."

Daphne ignored that, focused on her lamb like it might reveal state secrets if she carved it enough.

He leaned back slightly, chewing. "This whole Valentine’s thing... feels like a Hogwarts social experiment."

"Well, you did say you didn’t want to choose. So the rest of us decided we wouldn’t make it easy."

"I thought you lot were joking."

She dabbed her mouth with a napkin. "Girls don’t joke."

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After finishing their meal and having a slow "Valentine’s Day walk," Daphne took his arm. At the bottom of the hill, she stopped, pulled him in by the lapels of his coat. He leaned in before she could fire off another jab, catching her in a kiss... nothing drawn out, her lips slightly curved when he pulled back. She didn’t complain.

"Go," she said, adjusting her collar with mock dignity. "Before Tracey shows up wielding a stopwatch."

He gave a quick two-fingered salute and jogged off into the snow-dusted street, scarf tugged higher.

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