Harry Potter And Daphne Greengrass Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The way he makes my heart race, the way he—“ “Wow!” I could hear a large chorus, followed by loud claps. I opened my eyes and could see I had a mini ball of fire with blue and red flames. The fire glowed brightly, and I could feel the infinity sign on my neck stiffen. Professor Raven walked up to my table, her mouth opening in shock. “Goodness! Gracious! Who are you?” “My name is Daphne. I’m the new scholarship student,” “Wow!” She gasped. “I can see why you got a scholarship. You’re brilliant. You combined the lust plus desire technique without being taught. And the fire ball, it was large. Well done, Daphne,”

She asks, bitterness lacing her tone, but she immediately bites down on her lower lip, a perpetual habit of hers, I’ve noticed, like she regrets snapping. Before she can apologize, Brayan’s voice comes from the passage connecting the living room with the other four rooms in the chalet. “Daddy, who is that?” When I turn to face him, Brayan is rubbing his sleepy eyes with the back of his palm, but it’s the gasp I hear from Daphne that causes me to turn back to her. “You are married?” She asks, her eyes shooting wide open to the point where her eyebrows almost touch her hairline.

"So you're just gonna keep stringing him along?" She took a slow sip, laughed. "Marriage? Please. I'm still young. Spending forever with him? Total waste." "I think you're pushing it." Daphne didn't flinch. She leaned into that guy and whispered in his ear, "Ryan, you didn't hear a thing, got it? Let's actually have some fun tonight." Watching from the doorway, my head spun. My chest felt like it was getting crushed. The bitterness? It nearly choked me.

“Stop playing Scarlett. You're not her, and you're not fit to play her.” “Get out. I'll say it only once. If you ever appear in front of me again.” Raphael raised his hand, made the shape of a gun, and aimed the empty barrel at the space between her brows. “You'll be getting a gift from me.” Daphne's body began to tremble, harder and harder, and she forced herself to turn. In the end she all but fled the room. Raphael didn't spare her a glance. He tore open the envelope.