Harry Potter And Daphne Greengrass Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She tasted the traces of mint-scented toothpaste from his mouth and the earthy, patchouli aroma from his white dress shirt. As he parted from her, he brushed her hair away from her face and spoke gravelly. "So, are you all set?" Daphne nodded, staring at him in a stupor. Meanwhile, her friend, who was a bystander to their rather public affection, feigned a hilarious gag. "Uh, why does this black coffee taste so damn sweet? Are you sure this came from Arnaldo’s, or did you make this?" Shifting her gaze to Clara, Daphne gave her a mortifying look.

I lied quickly, hugging the book to my chest. “Shut up with your stupid excuses, ” she snapped, stepping forward. “Did you just let her speak to you like that?” Elerein questioned I ignored her attempting to hide the book. Before I could move out of the way, Daphne reached forward and snatched the book from my hands. She skimmed the page then her smile dropped. “What is this? What are you really up to, witch?” “How dare you” Elerein pointed right at Daphne's face but of course she couldn't see her.

Or urge my hands to knock. So I stood frozen for minutes, listening to the faint sound of movement inside. My pulse was uncomfortably loud in my ears. And when I would finally muster the courage to reach fit the door knob. It twisted before I could touch it. The door opened. And I was met with a very shocked Daphne who was clad in a skimpy satin dress, with her hair let loose? I wonder how those luscious locks would feel in my hands.The thought hit me so sharply that I almost lost focus.

I stepped to the right side of the top step, standing tall and rigid like a stone guard. Then, Daphne stepped through the doors. She did not wear her heavy steel armor today. She did not hide behind weapons or guards. Daphne walked out onto the high stone steps wearing a simple, dark green woolen gown that framed her broad, powerful shoulders and strong frame. Her long dark hair was braided neatly down her back, exposing her neck where the permanent golden soul mark gleamed bright and warm in the winter sunlight. The heavy silver signet ring rested proudly on her right hand.

As everyone had their wands on top of their desks, Erik addressed the class. "Can anyone tell me what just happened here that was wrong?" He asked the class, and a black haired female student from house Slytherin raised her hand first, followed by another male student of the same house. She was one of the two who 'placed' first in the test. "Your name and answer, Miss." Erik said while pointing to the female student who had raised her hand first. "Daphne Greengrass. Most of the class took too long to retrieve their wands."

Rasmus asks, but from his tone, I know it’s nothing more than formality—empty courtesies before the real questions come. Beside him, Daphne chuckles softly. “What a strange friendship,” she says, stepping forward with her usual effortless grace. “Who would’ve thought these two would have to tolerate each other?” She turns to me then, and without warning, wraps me in a hug. Her perfume is floral and sharp, like roses crushed underfoot. “You look different,” she says, pulling back to study my face. “I didn’t think a wretched place like Thornhall could do this to you—I’ve heard all the creepy, murderous tales of that castle. Or is it being away from Caelondor… with Magnus… that’s responsible fo

Persephone scoffed, rolling her eyes off and turning to the pair standing behind her. “Whatever.” Freya muttered, withdrawing her sword back and moving back, taking out her water bottle and sitting on the rock to witness the greatest battle that was about to take place. “You guys okay?” Persephone asked, noticing them. “Yeah…” Daphne nodded but before she could complete her words, her body lost its strength abruptly, passing out from exhaustion. “Daphne!” Randall gasped, holding her in his arm, laying her down and holding her tenderly, worried about her.

But one thing was clear, I had followed my heart. And I hope I don't regret it. “Care!” Xavier moved slowly toward me, but I raised a hand to stop him. “I can’t do this,” I whispered. “Not right now.” He froze in his steps, hurt flashing across his face, like he wanted to argue about something, but he didn’t get to… Because another figure appeared at the end of the hallway. Daphne. She was dressed in her usual morning jog gear, black leggings, a grey hoodie clinging to her frame from the light sheen of sweat. her steps halted the moment she spotted Xavier outside my door.

There are going to be lots of eyes on me as the returned Princess and the champion’s declared mate – I want to show everyone that I’m proud of both. “Hmm,” Daphne says, tapping her lip with her finger and staring into the wardrobe. “I might have an…idea. Do you mind?” She raises her eyebrow at me and mom, and I know that we both give her the same grin.

Daphne spat out without restraint. Daniel sighed and smiled “Take it all out on me Daph, I’m happy you are mad at me,” he said. “Don’t feel too good about yourself, this is just who I am now. I don’t strike from behind like the snake you both are!” Daphne said and turned to leave when his hand grabbed her wrist hence pulling her back. “You don’t want answers?” Daniel asked her.