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darkhairedgryff (darkhairedgryff) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-14 15:26:00

Entry tags:

daphne greengrass, harry potter

WHO: Harry and Daphne
WHEN: Late Sunday Night
WHERE: The House
WHAT: Thinking and Talking
RATING: tba
STATUS: Closed / In Progress

After the much needed conversation with Ginny, Harry had not taken up much more of her time. It was obvious she was tired after working so many hours and Harry wasn't about to keep her occupied for too long. This wasn't Hogwarts and they both had things to do. She needed rest and he needed to attempt to piece his life back together. The question of the night seemed to be "how?". He'd actually returned home a good hour ago, but hadn't gone inside yet. Instead, he'd been hanging out on the back section of the roof, simply watching the sky and attempting to organize his thoughts. He'd never had to deal with jealousy before and he simply didn't know how to handle it. It was still simmering beneath the surface, but now at a manageable level.

An hour in the cool air, didn't really give him any of the answers he was looking for, but it had helped him relax a bit. Finally pushing himself up, he apparated back to the ground and quietly went inside. He didn't know if Daphne was or not. A part of him hoped she was and the other wished she'd gone to sleep a while ago. Kicking off his shoes he moved further into the house. As he reached the hall, the door to Daphne's room made him pause. It wasn't closed as he expected it to be, instead sitting open. Letting out a small sigh, he moved to lean against her door frame. He didn't say anything, simply watched her. Lately that's all he seemed to be able to do correctly.

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darkhairedgryff
2008-07-14 07:38 pm UTC (link)

Harry grinned when she gasped and grabbed onto him, his own arms wrapping back around her, protecting her from something he knew she really didn't needed protection against. "Don't worry, you won't fall. I promise." There were several different places along the top of their home that were relatively level, but it was this one that offered the best view.

After a moment, he released her. It wasn't too chilly up here, but it was cool enough and he figured it would only get colder the later it got. A sweater hadn't been such a bad idea. Stepping away from her, he grabbed a spot on the blanket and went back to the position he'd had earlier that night; lying on his back, an arm under his head. "Come here," he instructed lightly, holding out a hand for her to join him.

When she did, his free arm moved back around her. Nodding upward he smiled. That was the real reason he came up here. Unlike in the city, the sky here was perfectly clear, dark shades of blue and black intermingling and spotted with the what looked like every star imaginable. "I used to do this at Hogwarts. I'm sure I would have spent weeks in detention if they caught me on the roofs, but it would have been worth it. It was escape." he explained, taking in the sight. "I haven't shared this with anyone. Not Ron, Hermione, or even Ginny. This is just us."

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ex_transcend779
2008-07-14 08:19 pm UTC (link)

"I know," she mumbled with a bit of a grin. She knew he wouldn't let her fall, but her first initial reaction was to hold onto him when she saw that they were on the roof. She had never really thought of what it would be like on the roof, but now she knew what it was like. Looking around, she admired the view, looking at ever inch of land that she could see, then up at the sky. "It's beautiful," she whispered, more to herself than to him.

Daphne watched as he laid down, and when he offered his hand, she took it willingly, moving in the same position on the blanket, closing in on his person as he put an arm around her. She liked the closeness they had, even if they had their rough moments. At least at the end of the day, she knew she had arms to lay in.

It was weird to hear he did this at Hogwarts. Idly, she wondered how he managed to crawl his way up there without apparating. It really didn't matter to her, she was just glad he shared something with her. Something that not even his closest friends knew about. "Really?" she asked, turning her head towards him, a slight smile being given.

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darkhairedgryff
2008-07-14 08:33 pm UTC (link)

There was a closeness between them that Harry had come to love and for a moment today, he'd been afraid that perhaps he'd lost that. It was soothing to realize that despite it all that was still something they had. It didn't really matter if they were on the couch or up here, watching the stars, but he was glad he could share it with someone else.

"Really." he laughed lightly, taking a moment more to stare upward before turning to meet her gaze. "They're beautiful and often calming when your alone, but it's not the same as being up here with someone else. This was what was missing. You."

Everything was always so much better when you had someone to share it with. It didn't matter what it was. From the big things right down to the smallest. "I think I'm going to love the country." he smiled, stealing a brief kiss. He didn't just mean the country. There were more to his words then he was quite ready to let on. He'd much rather be out here with her then back in the city alone.

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ex_transcend779
2008-07-14 09:21 pm UTC (link)

When she was younger, Daphne had always laid out by the pool or somewhere in the grass to look at the starts, but as she got older, she lost the desire to do such trivial things. However, once she was introduced back into it, having been in the city for several years, it was a very nice change of pace. Especially after the day she had just had. Harry was right, it was calming.

A small smile tugged at her lips as she heard his words. Another 'really' would have been in order, though repetition wasn't exactly Daphne's strong suit. Instead, she let her smile widen, kissing him gently. "I'm glad you shared this with me," she admitted quietly. Out of all the people, it was Daphne he chose to tell. That had to mean something, right?

Hearing him say he'd love the country, Daphne let out a quiet laugh, though it was more her agreeing than anything else. "I think I already do," and while her words may or may not have had a double meaning to them, he could take them whichever way he wanted. Considering she had grown up in the country, she had always loved it, but this was a whole different experience for her.

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