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darkhairedgryff (darkhairedgryff) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-08 17:58:00

Entry tags:

daphne greengrass, harry potter

WHO: Harry and Daphne
WHEN: June 24th, 2002 - 8pm
WHERE: Daphne's and Beyond
WHAT: Husband and Wife stuff ... not THAT! ... jeeze get your minds out of the gutter
RATING: PG
STATUS: Closed / Complete

Well, he did have to admit that he was glad that Daphne had actually come back to England instead of going to France. It would have made tonight a little more difficult had she actually followed through on her words. After his run in with Eleanor, he'd headed home. That had been quite the encounter and he personally wasn't mentally up to another meeting. His arm hurt and he needed a shower...which was rather interesting seeing as his left arm was completely wrapped up. It had taken twice as long to shower having to remove the bandage and then ultimately rewrap the arm. He'd been tempted to just leave it but it was starting to heal and he didn't want it to get infected, not to mention that it didn't look very good. In a sense it had been his own fault, but he still had that annoyed anger at the fool who had decided that pronunciation wasn't an aspect of spell casting.

Having eventually managed to shower and change, he'd slid his shoes on and headed out the door. He wouldn't need a jacket, it had been rather warm all day and he wasn't expecting it to exactly cool off once the sun went down. He certainly had mixed feelings about their meeting tonight. On one side, he felt like a total arse. Ron had said it before and he'd probably say it again. Harry was far too easily offended. Harry knew that and most of the people he knew were aware of it...Daphne on the other hand...well, she'd just been thrown into the equation. He'd come to the conclusion that it was George's fault for opening his mouth and he should therefore not be mad at Daphne...of course, this had come about after he'd gone off on her. Then there was the other side of the argument .... well, there really wasn't another side, not unless you counted the fact that he didn't want to have to apologize for being an arse twice in less then a week...but again, that wasn't her fault either.

Eventually reaching Daphne's apartment, climbed the stairs and knocked on the door, waiting patiently outside rather then opening the door on his own. The might have been married, but this was still her apartment.

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darkhairedgryff
2008-07-08 05:43 pm UTC (link)

Harry had opened his mouth to greet her but it never made it out. The door was opened and closed before he could really process it. He had to blink a moment to catch up. Quite clearly she wasn't looking forward to their meeting either, which strangely enough made him feel even worse. Why he suddenly felt like he was standing in front of McGonagal's desk after being pulled off of Malfoy, he wasn't quite sure, but he didn't particularly like it either.

He sighed and braced himself. "Look, Daphne, I'm sorry...again." He had figured there would be rough patches along the way, but he hadn't really expected them to pop up so soon. Again, he blamed George, the bloody wanker. He was quite good at attempting to get people to move on, but wasn't exactly the type to move on willingly either. As much as Harry loved him, he also wanted to hurt him. "I shouldn't have went off on you about Dublin. It was ages ago and arguing over it is stupid. I have to get over it sometime, it might as well be now."

Yes, he was quite aware he'd basically just called himself stupid, but then again he could either face the facts, or continue in the pointless argument they were in. He'd much rather have it back to what it had been then to keep it as it was.