Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry And Daphne Novels & Stories

Offering an apologetic smile, Daphne remarked, "I'll need to wash the chocolate off my hair. Regrettably, I won't be able to make coffee for you." Edgar’s gaze lingered on her, his eyes filled with tenderness. "I do not want to visit your apartment just because of coffee.Speaking of your hair,could you allow me assist you in drying it,please?” Daphne found no reason to decline. She had been involved with Edgar for several dates, their connection deepening with each passing encounter. So she saw no reason not to invite him into her apartment. With a smile adorning her face, she replied, "Then I'll wash my hair after brewing the coffee."

Usually, she would have appreciated him being so careful, but she didn’t want that now. “Arthur, please, just…” Daphne gasped as he stroked something inside her, barely catching it as he was doing whatever he was trying to do other than drive her crazy. “Stop.” He froze and pulled his hand out gently. “I—” Daphne pulled his head down to kiss her and wrapped her legs around his waist until the rigid length of him pressed against her. “Please, I want…” Daphne swallowed. “I want you. Please?”

Harper wiped a tear from her own face and hugged me tightly. “Why are you crying, silly girl?” I asked softly. “I’m so happy, Daphne,” she said, her voice catching. “You’ve gone through so much in this pack. You’ve been pushed down, judged, almost lost everything, and now…” she trailed off, overwhelmed with emotion. She held me closer. “I’ve always been your number one fan, Daphne. I always will be,” she whispered. I laughed softly and hugged her back. “I know, Harper. You’re my second love after Theo, obviously,” I teased, making her giggle. The other ladies laughed along, and for a moment, the tension in the room eased.

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.

“Me losing my memories, the rogue attack, and even Andre’s attack on the rogues?” “There’s nothing we can do but believe.” Daphne’s smile was a little sad as she combed her hands through my hair one last time. “All you can do now is enjoy the night and get to know your mate better. Maybe once you’ve gotten to know him, the mating bond will snap into place.” “Maybe you’re right.” I left it at that, knowing full well that I couldn’t share more with anyone for now.

Zachary decided to ditch Malcolm to deal with Daphne, who had plagiarized his mother's work and stolen his good-for-nothing father. "Alright. Remember to find me after you use the restroom," Malcolm called after him. However, Zachary didn't respond. Once he was sure Malcolm couldn't see him, he weaved through the crowd. Not far away, Daphne was growing anxious as Xavier hadn't shown up yet. She wanted to go look for him, but a small figure darted up to her and hugged her. "Ma'am, are you that popular actress on TV?"

Daphne, his sweet Daphne…he had always liked her but wanted her for himself and had done a perfect job in hiding it quite well until dad had changed his perspective of her, from his sweet baby girl to a murderer. The whole world looked at them as monsters and that included their new mate and it was all Daphnes fault . Right from childhood until the very end he had made sure not to show her anything that would make her feel like he likes her but he had…and he was taught a bitter lesson for daring to love her. Their mystery girl of his second chance mate had this fire burning in her eyes, that was the only thing he thought was positive about her…he was willing to get burned by it.

"Do you really think I won't spill all your secrets?" He looked like a crazed man. Daphne struggled against him, her pulse pounding. "Let go!" He scoffed. "Cut the act. You latched onto Harvey because he's richer than me, didn't you? What's with this virtuous, untouchable act? Putting on a show for your precious fiancé?" His fingers dug into her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze. His grip was tight enough to hurt, and before she could stop it, tears welled in her eyes.

"I was so excited when he returned from wherever he was at chilling. He's so fine and hot." "You are crazy." Daphne laughed and I joined in awkwardly. "I've been totally fan-girling him since he came back. Just an alone time with him would be the best thing that would ever happen to me." She went on to gush like a princess awaiting her knight. I remained silent, not sure on what to say. She sounds really desperate to have him. This makes everything more uncomfortable. Daphne also keeps quiet as Sherry spoke more about Keiran. His abs, looks, steps. And crazy enough, she also mentioned how good he could be in bed. She had some sort of kinky side of her that craves for only him.

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.