Harry Potter And Daphne Greengrass Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Even if what the witch wants me to do is risky, I can’t wait to try this out. “Time to pay Alpha Jordan a visit.” I smiled mischievously as I brushed my long, blonde hair. ** I filled the glass with some freshly squeezed orange juice. Staring around vigilantly to make sure that no one was watching, I added the red liquid into one of the drinks with a faint smile. Picking up the glasses, I went straight to the sitting room where Daphne was seated alone, pressing her phone. “Eleanor, what are you doing here?” Daphne asked as she raised her brows, staring at me in shock. She probably didn’t expect to see me.

They were everything she wasn’t — tall, lethal, unnaturally beautiful, and adored. Jaxon, with his quiet, razor-sharp presence that made even teachers nervous. Maddox, cocky and cruel, the one who could slice her soul open with just a word. And Kyren… the only one who ever hesitated. The only one who sometimes looked at her like she wasn’t trash. But he never said anything. Not when it mattered. Daphne slipped into her last class and exhaled quietly, pressing herself into the back seat. Just a few more days. She’d turn eighteen in two. And she’d be gone. No more school. No more taunts. No more triplets.

“But what do I do? I thought of sleeping with him and getting pregnant, but the chances are very low. He doesn’t even want to lay eyes on me again.” Susan swayed her feet gently. “There’s something I’m working on. I’m expecting feedback today, or at the latest, tomorrow. When I get it, I’ll get back to you. For now, don’t give up. Dull and clumsy can never win against glamour.” Daphne took in a deep breath, hope surging through her. “You’re right. I am Daphne Cooper. What man can resist me?” She chuckled in delight. “Exactly. So relax. Rosa will not stay one more month in this house.”

Duncan Hiddleston's eyes lit up, reaching out to pull her closer. “I told you. She looks very pretty.” Duncan Hiddleston said nothing, directly pushed her head down, eyes on the ground. Duncan Hiddleston carefully took her hairpin and pinned it to Phedra Elizabeth's hair. Duncan Hiddleston kisses Phedra Elizabeth. Phedra Elizabeth on the cheek. “If you use more accessories, it will be many times more beautiful.” Duncan Hiddleston immersed in the beauty of Phedra Elizabeth. "What's wrong with you? This is someone else's stuff. How can you take it on your own?" Phedra Elizabeth took it off and gave it back to her.

“Do you like it?” Daphne hesitated before answering. “Yeah. It looks good.” Alexander then took one of Daphne’s hands and guided it along his jaw. “Not rough anymore, right?” Daphne’s breath caught. It wasn’t only because of how close they were; she had also just become aware of the situation they were in. The memory of Halloween suddenly came back to her. Beard. Rough. Kiss? Before Daphne could process it, Alexander pulled her waist closer until their bodies and foreheads were pressed together. The sudden movement made Daphne instinctively grab his shoulders. They were so close that they could feel each other’s breath.

Now that the shaking was gone, my body remembered everything else it liked about him being this close. His other hand came down and rested on my knee. Then it started to move. A girl came over to our table. Maybe twenty. Dark curly hair, the same nose as Eleni. A notepad and a big smile. “Hi! I’m Daphne.” She winked at Cavern. “The usual?” “The usual,” Cavern said. Perfectly calm. Perfectly polite. Under the table, his hand slid up my thigh and under the hem of my skirt. I sucked in a breath.

Only time would reveal the answers she sought, as Daphne prepared to bridge the gap between her supernatural companions and the enigma that lay before them. "Hi, Anna." Daphne began as she held the phone tighter. A groan was heard from the other side of the phone. "Daphne? It's been ages." Daphne chuckled nervously. Why was she sounding sick? "Are you alright?" "I think we have been poisoned. Not a big deal… We have been vomiting greenish slimy substances since yesterday." There was a retching sound. She raised an eyebrow. "Can you get poisoned? I mean.. can witches get poisoned and they wouldn't know? Don't you read minds or something?"

"Everything was perfect before you came! We were strong! United! Now half the pack wants to protect you and half wants you dead!" He pointed his sword at me. "Well, I'm going to fix that problem." "You have to go through me first," Daphne said firmly. Cornelius laughed harder. "The healer wants to play the hero? You can as well go to hell together." He lunged forward, sword flashing. I cringed, not able to look. But something incredible happened. Daphne moved like lightning. She grabbed his wrist, twisted, and sent him flying across the room.

Daphne's POV I closed the door behind me the moment I stepped into the room. Sapphire jerked in surprise. She had been standing near the mirror, pulling a dark dress over her shoulders. Her hair fell down her back and she turned quickly when she saw me. “Daphne?” she asked, confused. “Why are you—” I didn’t let her finish. I rushed toward her, grabbed her by the arms, pulled her close and kissed her hard. My heart was beating fast and I could barely contain the excitement inside me. When I finally pulled back, I was smiling so wide my cheeks hurt.

I stumbled, my phone slipping from my hand as I hit the ground hard, pain shooting through my back. A yelp escaped me, sharp and desperate, and I scrambled to my knees, my hands sinking into the cold mud. My flashlight lay a few feet away, its beam illuminating a pair of boots, sleek, black, and definitely not Keith’s. I looked up, my heart stopping as a familiar figure stood over me. Daphne Synclair, her red hair glowing like fire in the dim light. She leaned down, her lips curling into a cunning smile. Her green eyes glinted with malice, and my blood turned to ice. The girl from this morning, the one who’d giggled at Alex’s desk, was here, and she wasn’t here to talk.