Harry Potter X Daphne Greengrass Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

I follow her gaze to see him slouched on a seat alone, nursing a bottle of whatever that is, his hair is framed across his face, making him look like someone who hasn’t had proper sleep in days. “I’ll go check on him.” Arya says, slipping out of my hands. My body instantly goes cold the moment I am not holding her anymore, sighing, I watch as she saunters over to his side and seats in the chair facing him. His face brightens up a little as he talks to Arya; of course, my Arya has that kind of effect on everybody. The door opens and Daphne works in, cheeks flushed from the cold. Typical of her to wear a jumpsuit to a party, the moment she sees me, she waves in excitement, coming over to me.

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.

It reminds me too much of Sophomore year, when Daphne and I were best friends, and before the incident with Harrison. Daphne always wanted to go to every football game, hoping to catch Harrison's attention. She knew if she was friends—or more—with Harrison, that she'd be immediately popular, and it would surely secure her a spot on the Dance Team. Harrison had that much power. She would try and talk to him after every game. It is weird to see her sitting next to him now, such good friends. I wonder what she did to earn it. I notice Daniel on the track, casually jogging. My eyes scan the area until they come upon his track bag. The keys must be in there. He notices me as I walk through the ch

Her chocolate hair had been moved to the side, revealing the creamy skin of her neck and shoulders, he was tempted to mark her as his already. “Thank you”, Daphne said with a blush as Sarah helped her up from her seat. Sarah held Daphne as they walked towards the door to meet the alpha king since Daphne was still getting to know how to walk on the death trap called heels. “Thank you, I can take it from here”, Dwayne said to Sarah, collecting Daphne’s hands from hers. “Very well, your majesty”, Sarah said before bowing and leaving the room to give them some privacy.

The swell of her breasts strained subtly against the fabric, firm and full, making it far too easy to imagine how they’d feel filling my hands again—warm, yielding, perfect. Her lips parted slightly when she saw me looking, pink gloss catching the light. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then she finally said, “Alexander, my sister Daphne is here today and would like to greet you.” I shifted my gaze lazily to the woman beside her. Daphne—typical Morgan features, though her posture was all nerves and forced smiles. She stepped forward, bowing slightly. “There’s something I need your help with,” Daphne said, her voice rehearsed but trembling underneath. “Would you mind stepping aside for a mo

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.

She tasted the traces of mint-scented toothpaste from his mouth and the earthy, patchouli aroma from his white dress shirt. As he parted from her, he brushed her hair away from her face and spoke gravelly. "So, are you all set?" Daphne nodded, staring at him in a stupor. Meanwhile, her friend, who was a bystander to their rather public affection, feigned a hilarious gag. "Uh, why does this black coffee taste so damn sweet? Are you sure this came from Arnaldo’s, or did you make this?" Shifting her gaze to Clara, Daphne gave her a mortifying look.

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.

He turned his back and left them astonished. Dejectedly, Daphne sat down in the chair. She still worries about the potential of losing her work as a result of what happened today. What will happen to her if that occurs? She was unable to control the tears that were welling up in her eyes. She saw his breathing becoming more constricted for a while, but he didn't pay little attention to it.