Harry Potter And Daphne Greengrass Novels & Stories

"Sorry for the delay. Your gifts arrived late, and I couldn't come empty-handed. The roads were closed due to the rain as well. I'll be more punctual next time." He took the seat beside Hermione, his eyes sweeping over everyone at the table with a faint smirk. "Oh, Mr. Huxley..." Daphne said frantically. "I didn't know." "Of course you didn't. Otherwise, you wouldn't have questioned my moral conduct." Rhys's gaze pinned her in place. "I'm not a cheater, Mrs..." He trailed off, waiting for her to introduce herself. Daphne's face reddened further. She shot Hermione a venomous glare for not introducing her beforehand. "Daphne Windsor. I'm Hermione's—"

The kind of man you read about but never meet. Except I had. Last night. Oh God. My pulse thundered in my ears. What had I done? I tried to think past the blur, past the heat and the music and the taste of champagne. I remembered my friend tugging at my wrist, telling me to loosen up, to live a little. Just one night, Daphne, she’d said. One night to forget about everything. And now here I was, in a stranger’s bed, except he wasn’t just any stranger.

Prince Roderick inquired, his voice laced with curiosity. Daphne brushed a strand of her obsidian hair behind her ear, a delicate smile playing on her lush lips. "Actually, you have nothing to worry about. I came to check on your well-being, with your brother who is also now absent." she replied, her eyes, a deep shade of emerald, sparkling with genuine concern.

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.

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

She completely ignored Nathan's desperate cries for her to stay. She needed to find me immediately and give me a real, heartfelt apology. It was fine. After all, I loved her so much. I loved her enough to alter the entire course of my life and give up going abroad. She was certain that she could win me back. Comforted by her own logic, Daphne calmed down a little. The moment she reached the campus gates, she ran into a student council member who was handling the sign-out sheet for the hiking drill. She snatched the clipboard to look for my name. It was signed, but it wasn't my handwriting.

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

Daphne was never a fan of them. The person standing in front of me was so different from her but still, a man could only hope. Her scent, her face but when I stare at her eyes, all of my high hopes crashed. Her eyes weren't Hazel, instead they were honey brown with sparks of black in them. “What are you doing here?” I stood erect, demanding to know. She straddled around, her cleavages out to me as she bent over seductively, my eyes purred over her boobs. They weren't looking bad, just the perfect size that would fit in my palm.

A misunderstanding could happen and that was the last thing I had ever wanted. "Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

Then they brought her in. Daphne Reid. Twenty three years old, worked as a baker in a local bread factory, has an aged mother who needs surgery and a toxic marriage she was clearly trying to escape. I had already done my research. My men had gathered all the details they could find. The pieces fell into place too perfectly. She stood there, uncertain and confused, with her eyes darting around my office as if she were still trying to process why she was here. She looked exactly like Daisy. It was eerie.