InsaneJournal

Who: Daphne Greengrass & Harry Potter
Where: Daphne's flat
When: NOW
What: Ice cream?
Rating: We'll see
Status: Incomplete/closed



It was only a day away until Harry and Daphne were getting married. Part of her was actually excited because it was her wedding that she and her mother planned and that she had been waiting for since she was just a little girl. But the other part was still overly upset about being forced into the marriage. The good thing, however, is that Harry wasn't such a bad bloke. Not if he sent her ice cream and flowers as an apologly for whatever he was apologizing for. She didn't mind because that just meant he was able to come over and spend more time with her. That's kind of what they needed to do, spend time together. They had to get to know each other more and get used to being around each other.

As it was late and after work, Daphne was already out of her clothing and into her pajamas, shorts and an old long sleeve shirt she had stopped wearing due to wear and tear over the years. It was suitable enough for bed, and since that's all Daphne had on her agenda before Harry had owled her, thats what she was clothed in. The ice cream sat on her coffee table, the two spoons sitting next to it as she waited on her couch. She was sort of tired from the day she had had at work, once more trying to explain to her boss why Mr. McNanamey's portkey was missing. It wasn't her fault she couldn't concentrate on making them the other day. Her wedding was plaguing her mind.

Just as that thought once again entered her mind, a knock was heard at the door, surely enough to be Harry. Daphne smirked and stood, walking over to the door to unlock it and open it. "Took you long enough," she said playfully, opening it wider for him and stepping aside to let him in before she would close the door behind him.