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daphne (ex_transcend779) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-27 21:27:00

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daphne greengrass, harry potter

WHO: Daphne & Harry
WHERE: Home
WHEN: After the ball
RATING: We'll see
STATUS: Closed/complete

She had been pacing since the minute she had arrived home. Harry ushered her out of the ballroom before she even had a chance to find out what was going on. It had been a few hours since she had arrived back home and she hadn't once sat down. And the time just dragged by for Daphne, she paced back and forth and back and forth, biting her nails and staring at the clock. She had arrived back at their house around 10:30 and it was almost 1:00 a.m. It wasn't that she was all that worried about Harry, she knew he could take care of himself, but she wasn't there with him and she heard whispers of the Dark Mark, but was pushed out of the doors before she had seen anything. She scratched the back of her neck nervously, still pacing back and forth, the heels of her shoes hitting the wooden floors hard.

The bottom of her ball gown was probably filthy, as she had let it drag back and forth for this long. Hell, Daphne was lucky she hadn't tripped over it and broken her neck. Her hands met in front of her as she began to ring them out like a wet wash cloth. Bloody hell, she was a wreck all because her husband was a couple hours late from work. Maybe it was nothing and the ball had proceeded without her. That would have been somewhat of a plus, but Daphne had the nasty knot in her stomach that told her that wasn't quite the case. She groaned and began to bite the nails on her right hand again. Fucking hell, she was a mess.

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ex_transcend779
2008-07-27 11:18 pm UTC (link)

As much of a socialite Daphne once was, she should have also been used to uncomfortable dresses, but she really couldn't stand them. There was a huge difference between dressing up for a party and dressing up for something Ministry related. To keep face, she needed to look like a walking curtain. She succeeded in that sense.

As he unzipped her, Daphne smiled thankfully. She had no idea their thoughts were on the same page, but he probably knew. Anytime he wanted, her room was his and it wasn't like they hadn't spent the night together before. Married couples that didn't sleep together all the time were probably considered ridiculous. No matter, as long as he was with her tonight, nothing really mattered.

Feeling the kiss on her neck, Daphne shuddered before entering her bedroom and sliding out of her dress and shoes. There was no denying what a bloody relief it was to be free from the tapestry she had been wearing. She sighed and plucked a plain t-shirt from her bed and slid it over her head before walking over to her dresser, pulling out a pair of knickers. After all, with a dress like that, who really needed them? Once she was clothed once more, she pulled the sheets back and crawled into bed, waiting for Harry to join her. Her dress and shoes could stay in a heap on the floor for all she cared. It wasn't as if she'd ever wear them again anyway.

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darkhairedgryff
2008-07-27 11:33 pm UTC (link)

Harry puttered around his own room for several minutes, kicking off the shoes and socks, hanging the tie up on the bed post, dropping his jacket on the floor and leaving his trousers and boxers in a pile by the closet. At this point, he really didn't care where he left his clothes, he'd pick them up later. The bloody things could wrinkle. Grabbing a pair of sleep pants, he pulled them on, forgoing the shirt. It was well into July and rather too warm. He stepped into the bathroom to brush his teeth before he did anything else.

When he was done, he flicked the light off in the bathroom, followed by the light in the main room, before heading across the hall to Daphne's. It appeared as though she had the same idea. Her dress lay where it had falled, her shoes beside it. By the time he'd gotten there, she was already in bed, which worked well for him. That was the one place he wanted to be after the night they'd just had.

Taking up the spot beside him, a content sigh slipped past his lips. It was good to be able to just relax, letting his head sink into the pillow.

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ex_transcend779
2008-07-27 11:49 pm UTC (link)

Harry would be a very lucky bloke if Daphne wasn't already asleep by the time he arrived. Not that she was tired from the night they had just had, but stressing over him did drive her to the point of exhaustion, but also, it was well past her bedtime. Pathetic how she actually had one unless she was ... busy. She heaved a great yawn, followed by a stretch before sinking into her bed as much as possible.

However, the weight of Harry climbing in caused her to open her eyes, looking over at him. She groaned quietly and curled up next to him, wanting to be in his arms. It was almost sickening how much she enjoyed being held by him, but it was just the way she was. Daphne was a very physical being and Harry comforted her greatly when he held her.

"I love you," she mumbled, kissing his chin gently as she lifted her head just enough to look at him. Sometimes, she felt as if she couldn't say it enough, but it was true. Idly, she wondered how far he'd love her if she brought up two very important subjects.

"D'you think someday we could have a baby?" she asked feebly. Yeah, it was still early for that kind of thing, but Daphne was female, she had a biological clock that was like a timebomb inside of her. Eventually, yeah, she'd like one, right away, probably not. Still, she wanted to ask.

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darkhairedgryff
2008-07-28 12:00 am UTC (link)

Harry certainly didn't mind the fact that Daphne was a physical being. He enjoyed holding her and was more then happy to be the one she turned to when she needed it. "I love you too," he responded quietly, his eyes closing with the light kiss, only to shoot back open with her final question. He very nearly squeaked, but managed to hold it back.

He opened his mouth several times to say something, but nothing seemed to come out. He suddenly found himself wanting to retrace his steps and go back to his own room. Perhaps if they started this night over, the outcome would be different. It wasn't that he didn't want kids...well....he'd never really thought about it. He supposed he wouldn't mind it.

It was a difficult question in all respects and he was curious as to what had brought it up. She couldn't possibly...No. Of course not. Besides, it would take more then a single day to discover that and besides, he'd been careful...hadn't he?....Wait a sec....oh god....but she had...right? Had he been aware that his thoughts were clearly displayed on his features he might have shut off the insane rambling that was currently going through his head. "I've....never really thought about it. Someday...far away someday, that might be nice, you know. Do you want to have a baby?"

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ex_transcend779
2008-07-28 12:11 am UTC (link)

Oh god, poor Harry, she thought. Every three steps forward, Daphne would say something that would give him a heart attack and take them ten more steps backwards. She laughed and placed a hand on his cheek, caressing it gently. "No," she said, shaking her head. "I'll want one someday, but I just want to make sure it'll be with you." She laughed quietly and kissed him reassuringly. She knew it'd be with him anyway, there wasn't anyone else in the world she could possibly ever rear a child with.

But the looks on his face said the exact opposite of what he had said. Which made her wonder if he thought that she was ... no, he couldn't have thought that already, could he? "Harry, you don't think I'm pregnant now, do you?" she questioned, leaning back slightly. "I'm not, I mean, it's only been a day and we we--" She sighed, fuck. They were not careful and she definitely wasn't on contraceptive potions since she hadn't been with anyone since France. And .. hell, France. Bloody fucking France. "We were careful," she said fast, trying to make herself believe that and not him.

Bloody hell, Daphne and her big mouth always getting her in trouble. She sat up quickly and looked around. "The house isn't big enough for a baby, and my parents would completely disown me. And the Ministry would probably try to make me a poster child for some stupid procreation decree and--" she stopped to breathe, realizing she sounded completely insane. All this over a stupid question.

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darkhairedgryff
2008-07-28 12:21 am UTC (link)

Harry had a feeling he'd be doing a lot of jumping between emotions until they'd found a balance. He'd gone from terrified to soothing in 60 seconds falt. He didn't meant to project his ramblings. Half of it hadn't made sense ti begin with and he certainly hadn't meant to make her panic.

"Hey," he replied, soothingly. Sitting up as well, he wrapped an arm around her waste and placed a light kiss on the side of her neck she had exposed to him. "It's alright. Calm down. Every thing will be fine. I promise." How he intended to keep that, he didn't know but he'd try bloody hard to ensure that he did.

"You're the only possible person I'd ever consider raising a child with," he added softly, offering as much reassurance as he could. "We'll deal with that bridge when we come to it." Harry didn't said when and not if. he didn't want to sound as though he loathed the idea, he didn't. Like Daphne, he merely though they weren't currently ready for such a thing to take place.

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ex_transcend779
2008-07-28 12:39 am UTC (link)

She could have passed out right then. This was too much for her and rather than reacting to him trying to reassure her that things would be fine, she tuned Harry out completely. Part of her wondered if she should get out of bed and go to the apothecary in hopes they could tell her what to do. She was sure they weren't pregnant, but at the same time they did make love and it was full of passion and ... a passion baby was not unheard of.

Daphne groaned, putting her head in her hands and rubbing her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said quietly, trying to backtrack and go back tot he mood she was in before the baby debacle. Though she supposed now that they were both a little freaked, it would be time to tell him the next but hurtle. One that was probably bigger than the baby. And hell, maybe the baby, the non existent baby at that, would be forgot about once she opened her mouth.

"I'm leaving for France on Tuesday," she mumbled, her head still buried in her hands, somewhere down, resting on her knees. She didn't want to see his reaction, not after the baby. Stupid baby, making bad things even worse. If she ever saw it, she'd kill it. Bloody fucking France. And that stupid baby.

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darkhairedgryff
2008-07-28 12:50 am UTC (link)

Harry was at a loss for what to do. He'd never seen her this worked up and had no idea how to make her feel better...though with the second blow, he didn't have much of a mind for making her feel better. France? Now? Why France? A million different questions seemed to explode in his mind and he was at a loss in regards to where to start.

"That's funny....I could have sworn you just said you were going off to France." he responded, his arm loosening from around her. "But I couldn't possibly have heard right."

France? Seriously? Who was she going with? Her brothers? Alright, so perhaps Harry really should have given her a bit more credit, but he couldn't help it. After what happened the last time she was in frace...with her brother's, he might add, he wasn't exactly capabale of taking that lightly.

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ex_transcend779
2008-07-28 12:58 am UTC (link)

She was there, Daphne was. Right there between hysterical and completely fucking insane in that moment. She was horrified at the fact they they were not careful, and then ... France with, yes folks, her brother. However, just one and not both of them. She knew he'd be livid and after the night he had, all she wanted was to make him feel better, but alas, as usual, she wasn't helping in the least.

Feeling his arm loosen from her waist and the way he spoke, Daphne darted upward and took him in her arms, begging him not to be angry or to just get up and leave.

"It's different this time, love. I'm not that person anymore. I'm not naive, I'm not fifteen years old. I'm in love with you now. It's not the same," her eyes were beginning to sting with the threat of tears as she became scared that he would take this wrong. But it wasn't the same. And -- "I'll owl you every day tell you how much I miss you and love you, because I will miss you and I do love you." She pleaded with him and he hadn't really said anything to prove that he was all that upset. But hell, this wasn't the best of circumstances.

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darkhairedgryff
2008-07-28 01:09 am UTC (link)

Apparently he had heard correctly...not that it made him feel any better about the situation. At the moment, he'd rather just detach himself from the entire scene and get some sleep. Let someone else worry. He was tired of it. "Why do you have to go to France?" he asked, his arm not returning to rest around her waist.

She may not be mad about what had happened in France the last time, but Harry was ticked for the both of them. He wasn't ticked at her, but at those who were suppose to be protecting her. He simply couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that she wanted to go back. "How long do you plan on being there?" It was the only other question he was interested in, though his voice sounded strange even to his own ears.

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ex_transcend779
2008-07-28 01:17 am UTC (link)

Was he seriously not going to listen to her? He knew she was different now. It had been eight years since she had even looked at another bloke, why would she just start as soon as she left him? It was just a family thing, her brother was looking for someplace to study abroad and chose France. He obviously had a good time there. "Harry, please," she pleaded, letting go of him if he wouldn't have the decency to hold his own hysterical wife. If he left her then, she knew that the next few days would be absolute rubbish.

"Two weeks," she said quietly. This was two weeks not a year in Paris like last time. She didn't feel the need to explain anything to him until she was back in his arms. "It won't be the same. You know that as well as I do. It's a family thing, I'll be back in no time." Plus, she had to face her demons eventually, right?

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darkhairedgryff
2008-07-28 01:27 am UTC (link)

Harry's eye very nearly twitched at that. Two Weeks? Two bloody weeks? A family thing? Had it not been a family thing the last time too? Harry seriously needed to take a breath for a moment. It would be fine. That didn't mean he liked it, but what was he suppose to do? Forbid her to go? There was nothing he could do accept get over it.

His jaw hurt from clenching his teeth together so hard and even then he had to will himself to relax. He would have preferred her to tell him she was pregant. It would have gone over better then this.

He didn't want to fight with her. They'd just broken the previous barrier between them and already another was taking it's place. "You should get some sleep," he finally responded, brushing a chaste kiss against her forehead. "You'll be tired in the morning if you don't. I'm sure you have lots to do before you leave."

He wasn't happy, but like he'd said, there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. She'd go, she'd come back, it'd be done and overwith, and if he never heard the bloody word 'France' again it would be too soon.

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ex_transcend779
2008-07-28 01:33 am UTC (link)

As they sat there, Daphne felt herself calming down, though she still stayed tense, fearing something else would come up. But it would be fine. She'd go and come back as if nothing happened. Daphne couldn't even look at him then, she just wanted the space.

Part of her wanted him to go. She really didn't want him to see her cry, in which she was about to start doing so. One hand remained in search for his and when she found it, she grasped it and held onto it.

Hearing him tell her she should get some sleep, she faced the other way and took his arm with him, wrapping it around her waist as she settled back into bed. Even with her back turned to him, she wanted to know he was there with her. Silently, she begged him to stay.

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darkhairedgryff
2008-07-28 01:42 am UTC (link)

Harry was torn between wanting to leave and wanting to stay, but despite how angry he was at the momen, he knew he couldn't very well leave. Wasn't he the one that kept saying they were in it together...even though at the moment it seemed a bit onesided.

When she turned to face the other way, taking his arm with her, he had no choice but to follow her. He may have been lying with her, but there was still a space between them. If not physically, then emotionally.

It wouldn't have mattered how tired he was before, he wasn't going to get much sleep. He knew the feeling well and mentally prepared himself for the following day. He had a feeling it wasn't going to be any better then this day had turned out to be.

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