Harry Potter Daphne Greengrass Fanfic Novels & Stories

The carriage jerked forward and stuttered into movement as Nicole leaned over Daphne, pulling out the vials of potion she usually carried with her. “You have to drink this–” Daphne screamed in terror, turning violently. Her power rushed past and cut into the interior of the carriage. Nicole lifted her carefully and met her gaze. “Look at me, Daphne,” Nicole said. “This potion will save your life. It will help you.” “Ba…by?” Daphne whimpered. “Yes,” Nicole said. “It’s you and his best chance.” Daphne nodded her head and opened her mouth, allowing Nicole to pour the potion into her mouth. She swallowed weakly until the vial was empty and Nicole lay her back on the ground. Daphne’s eyes flutter

Her body says it all. But I don’t. I get close, skirting around it on every side… before moving past. Every time I do, she wails. “Pasha,” Daphne whines. She’s literally dripping all over my fingers and starting to shake with need. “Please…” I lift my fingers to her lips and she sucks them clean, not once looking away from me. Fuck. Daphne has a dirty side and I think I’m in love. With the moment, I correct in my head. I’m in love with the moment.

"Do me a favor and get my grimoire from the table over there, Kalyssa." In her suite, Daphne quickly took candles from the shelf and placed them on the table, along with a ceramic bowl. I nodded, setting her grimoire gingerly on the table. "Now, take the hair out of his hairbrush." She started lighting the candles. I did as she asked and soon had a few strands of his hair. "What do I do with them?"

Like they were disgusted by me. I let a smile confident smirk curve the side of my lips as I walked on, my eyes scanning the entire length of the room and commiting the faces of everyone present to my mind. That was until my gaze locked on two very familiar faces. My spine went rigid. Daphne was standing near the grand staircase, a flute of champagne in her hand. She was wearing a dress that was far too white and far too tight, looking like she was trying to claim a purity she’d never possessed. And beside her stood Xavier.

When I got close to Enzo, I wrapped both of my arms around his, falling into stride beside him. “You alright?” he whispered softly so that only I could hear. “I thought I heard you say…” “I’m fine.” It was a lie, but I think I was lying more to myself than to Enzo. “It’s just… creepy down here.” He pulled me closer, into his warmth and his scent. “I’m here. Always.” … “Here we are.” Daphne stopped us in front of a nondescript black door, which was situated at the end of a long passageway. Somehow, I had expected… more than this. A giant archway, maybe, or a small army of guards to fight our way though.

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.

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.

ZACHARY’S POV Daphne ran back into her house the moment our bodies separated, her footsteps retreating fast- as though she was running from more than just me. The faint flush on her cheeks replayed in my mind, stirring something dangerous in my chest. I’d grown so used to her hatred that seeing her flustered felt unreal, like a mistake my heart wasn’t supposed to witness. “She’s going to be the death of me, and I know it already,” I said to myself, walking into the local gym.

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.

Roman added, pointing at us. “Thick?” Daphne inquired, looking puzzled. “Act crazy in love.” “No problem,” I said confidently, wrapping my arm around my mate. She smiled at me, and I leaned in closer to kiss her. “It won’t be an act,” I whispered, noticing her eyes widen as I winked at her. “Is it weird that I’m excited about this?” Ana inquired. “Yes,” we all replied in unison. Laughter filled the room, and we continued talking, relaxing, and agreeing on how things would unfold. Eventually, Daphne and I decided to retreat to our room for some much-needed alone time. I wrapped my arms around her as soon as I closed the door, pulling her closer.