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daphne (ex_transcend779) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-08-11 23:33:00

Entry tags:

daphne greengrass, harry potter

WHO: Daphne & Harry
WHERE: HOME. finally.
WHEN: Nightish
WHAT: HOME-COMING
RATING: We'll see!
STATUS: Closed/complete

It had been a long two weeks, but as promised, Daphne behaved herself very, very well on behalf of her husband. Not once did she drink with her brother with the exception of the night when they were all moved into his new house. Bloody muggle part of Paris, but it was a damn nice place, one had to admit.But she was also glad to be back home to see Harry and her friends. Truthfully, she didn't think she could ever miss anyone as much as she missed him. And while she thought she had loved before, it was hardly comparable to what she felt towards Harry. While she still loved Adrian in that best-friend like way, Harry was her soul mate ... or something. Fourteen days without him drove her to tears at one point or another. She just missed the hell out of him and was glad to be able to see him again.

But before she went home, she had an appointment with her healer back at her parents' place. While she was in France, her suspicions seemed to have come true about her and Harry not being carefuly and while she had taken two pregnancy tests that came up positive, she still wasn't convinced. Her mother wasn't that thrilled when she found out why Daphne arrived back at their home, but Daphne wanted a baby and she just wanted her parents to be there when she got the good news. While she would have liked Harry to be there as well, she knew it would be even better if she surprised him by herself. Although ... he would probably have a heart attack once he found out.

However, the good news would have to wait. While the make-shift pregnancy tests came up positive, when the healer had ran tests on her, they were negative. The good news was that she was healthy and in good condition for pregnancy, but just knowing that she would have to wait even longer really brought her down. A little faulty test had that much effect on her, but she didn't let her disappointment show as she hugged and kissed her family good bye, apparating to the door step of her and Harry's home. Once there, she sighed contently and collected herself before opening the front door and shutting it behind her as she stepped in.

Sliding out of her shoes, she shrank a few inches and looked around at the familiarity that was her home. She had missed it while she was gone. She had missed Harry even more. She looked at the couch and saw that he wasn't there, so she went looking around the house for him. He was no where to be found, though she knew of one place he may have been hiding. Rather than apparating, though, Daphne walked back outside and climbed up the trellis on the side of the house, peaking over the gutters to see him up there. A small grin appeared on her face as she heaved herself up onto the roof and walked over to him. She crossed her arms in a faux-stern way and looked at him.

"I told you not to wait up."

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ex_transcend779
2008-08-12 02:00 pm UTC (link)

Poor Harry always got caught in the tail end of Daphne's crazy ideas. At least she kept things interesting, that was a good plus. She grinned and began to untie her robe. "You didn't answer me," she hissed again, though as she approached him and stood at the end of the bed, she figured it hardly mattered now. She finished untying her robe and looked at him, grinning coyly and letting it fall open.

Beneath was something along the lines of what she would have worn on the wedding night, had it been a real wedding and all. The whole set was white and light blue with lace and lots of sheer spots on it. Her bra gave her a nice little push up and the garter belt and knickers were really just too damn cute to pass up. Once they hit the floor, they'd vanish, as she set a vanishing spell on them just before she put them on before leaving her parents' house.

Daphne let the robe fall to the floor as she crawled onto the bed, straddling him as her lips found purchase just below his belly button, kissing her way upwards slowly and softly. "You still haven't answered me," she mumbled, veering off to the side to allow her lips to seek out his nipple before flicking her tongue over it. If he didn't answer her, he'd get no shagging for the night, but then again, she figured he was smart enough.

Daphne continued to grin as her lips moved upward once more, finding his collar bone, then his neck, his chin and eventually his lips where she paused, hovering over him waiting for a response before she kissed him.

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darkhairedgryff
2008-08-12 02:14 pm UTC (link)

Harry watched her movements carefully. He had a sneaking suspicion that she fully planned this before she'd even stepped in the door....not that he minded, but he did seem to be a little bit out of his league at the moment. Whatever she had planned she fully intended to have the advantage.

He might have continued in his attempts to figure her out, but was slightly distracted by removal of the dark robe and the appearance of smooth skin and lace. His mind simply couldn't function under the onslaught. He wanted to simply reach out and pull her back to him, but let her continue to move over him, her lips creating a path of their own. When her lips found certain sensitive spots, he could feel the muscles shift beneath the skin and he knew she felt it as well. She couldn't possibly know what she was doing to him...then again, she probably did...which was exactly why she was doing it.

When her lips seemed to hover above his own, never making a motion to close the distance he was forced to think back to the beginning of the conversation. What bloody question was she talking about? Oh right, was he ready? "Ready for what?"

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ex_transcend779
2008-08-12 02:27 pm UTC (link)

Daphne did know exactly what she was doing, and yes, that's why she was doing it. If the two of them had to wait two weeks to see and touch each other, then the home coming had to be fantastic and she had every intention of making that happen. Though with Harry looking about as lost as a small puppy in a new home, Daphne felt a gut instinct telling her that it wasn't the best idea to continue with this. Then again, they were married and it wasn't like she would scare him away for good.

At least he wasn't blushing like a maniac. It seemed like forever before he opened his mouth to speak, though when he did, it wasn't what she had been expecting. Ready for what? Daphne furrowed her brows as she looked down at him and shrugged some.

"Bed," she answered simply, crawling off of him and finding her way beneath the covers, even with Harry's weight on top. She situated herself in there as if even this had been planned, her head resting against the pillow gently and the covers being pulled close to her. This was his punishment.

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darkhairedgryff
2008-08-12 02:59 pm UTC (link)

Harry very nearly groaned when she pulled away,sinking back onto the bed for a moment. Perhaps it was better to just leave it as it was. They'd talked, right? They'd accomplished something, he supposed. Of course that didn't really help now that he was wide awake and apparently Daphne was going to bed.

Had his foot been able to reach the bedpost, he'd be tapping it against the wood, just to hear the noise. Unfortunately, he couldn't quite reach from his spot so that left him with no noise at all, which was typical for the last week. Fine. he internally huffed. It was a stupid question anyway. He'd been rather cranky all week and apparently it had yet to pass.

Now that he was otherwise free to do as he wished, he figured he might as well go about getting ready for bed. He did have to work in the morning. The only bright side to that was he was actually working with Ron on this case, which naturally meant they had some fun before completing it. Ignoring his state of dress...or rather his state of undress, he moved into the bathroom in the search for his toothbrush. His thoughts occupied, but not by what he really wanted them to be occupied by.

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