Harry Potter Daphne Greengrass Fanfic Novels & Stories

She spun on her heel and hurried away, her footsteps tapping the floor. Daphne dropped to her knees immediately. She hoped that if she looked busy enough with the apples, everyone would stop staring. No such luck. A pair of expensive, shiny leather boots appeared right in her line of sight, stopping beside one of the apples. To her absolute horror, her stomach sank when Griffith crouched down and picked it up, placing it gently into her basket. Daphne wanted to grab the remaining apples and run as fast as her legs could manage, but she kept to moving gracefully.

’ Dark mussed, enjoying the tension inside the room. ‘You can’t blame me for fucking your woman. You are always out of the territory, seeking for that goddamn Daphne !’ Darius roared. The grin on my face vanished slowly as he mentioned Daphne ’s name. I grasped the blinds until they almost crushed in my hand, especially when my ear caught Lennon’s response. ‘It’s my fucking duty! Daphne ’s also my mate!’ 'That was impossible!"

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.

Tall, graceful and beautiful. My wolf reacted violently, struggling for control. “Mate!” My wolf growled. I stood frozen in shock, unable to believe what I just heard. Daphne…… was my fated mate? Her parents were Red moon pack members and we attended the same high school but just before her eighteenth birthday, she was taken out of the country. She came to stand in front of me, her eyes never leaving mine, and the next second, she wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a gentle kiss on my cheek. I quickly pulled away.

To run to Zerach’s arms and bury the truth in his heartbeat. But Daphne was no longer the frightened girl who’d been traded to the Horned King. She was his queen now. And she would not live beneath another lie. She followed the tracks. The air thickened, rich with the smell of pine and rain. Somewhere far off, an owl hooted — a lonely sound that made her pulse race faster. Each step drew her closer to a faint glow ahead, a flickering orange halo in the dark. A house. No — a cottage. Hidden deep in the woods, as if the earth itself had tried to swallow it whole.

“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.”

Daphne looked at me, and she moved hesitantly to place the bouquet on the grave. "Hello, ma'am." Daphne looked trembling. She then sobbed and turned to hug me. Her body was trembling. "Why didn't you tell me!" Daphne exclaimed in my arms. I wiped away the tears that I could never hold back whenever I was in this place. I cried in Daphne's arms, and we hugged each other with tears rolling down our cheeks.

Daphne defended herself. "I’m telling you, your lover boy here would have enjoyed it, if you did, Annie! Oh please, going alone in another country is theoretically a staycanymoon!" Desire chided. Both of them turned their heads to Clara in bewilderment. Desire shot the couple a conniving grin. "What? You’re together, so I don’t see anything wrong with bringing a—" Daphne dashed toward her and covered her mouth. "I think you have too much caffeine today, Dee... Let’s tone it down a bit, okay?" She then chuckled, and she slowly removed her hands from her friend’s mouth.

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.

"It hasn’t been easy, Jade. Every day, I wake up trying to remember what Brittany told me, what I read in Daisy's journals, how to move, how to talk... and still, I feel like a fraud." "You're not a fraud. You're brave. And today, I want to change things. From now on, I’m on your side. We work together. You, me, Oliver, Brittany, we protect Daisy's legacy. Deal?" Daphne stared at me for a beat before a small smile broke through. "Deal." I reached over and hugged her. She hugged back tightly. "You know," I said, pulling away, "Daisy was a clown in her own way. You wouldn’t believe it, but we once got locked inside a spa overnight."