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

Entry tags:

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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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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