What's an elf to do?
Wednesday, March 14th ~ Late Morning
Dobby had long since cleaned up the room where the reception had been and the guests had all left the night before. Winky had insisted on going back to Draco's flat and that left Dobby at loose ends, therefore, he'd been skulking around the hallway outside their bedroom for nearly four hours, hoping one of them would holler his name. Miss Daphne's mother had sent a package for her several hours ago and Dobby was afraid she really needed it.
Mr. Harry Potter is always awake long before now.
But that was before dearly beloveds.
"I'm not supposed to love you, I'm not supposed to care, I'm not supposed to live my life wishing you were there.
I'm not supposed to wonder where you are or what you do...I'm sorry I can't help myself, I'm in love with you.”
Monday, March 12th ~*~ Early Morning
Daphne stood outside on her small balcony and watched the sky lighten as the sun rose. It was rare that she was awake that early, but sleeping had been almost impossible.
Her Mum knew something was up, but so far she'd kept from asking a bunch of prying questions and had been content with the answers Daphne had offered. "No, Harry and I aren't seeing each other right now." "Yes, something happened, but I don't want to talk about it just yet." "Yes, someday I'll tell you." "No, I'm not sure we will get past it." And finally "Yes, I still love him, but sometimes love isn't enough, Mum."
Diane had left her alone after that, and Daphne was grateful.
She cradled her can of soda closer to her chest and looked out over the yard, wondering once more if there ever would be a time when she could think of Harry and what might have been without hurting. Until she could, Daphne knew she'd never be content to go back to the way things used to be, and Harry didn't want anything more.
When you love someone, and you love them with your heart, it never disappears when you are apart.
Monday, February 26th ~*~ Evening
For the second time in as many days Daphne looked up when someone entered her office and her welcoming smile faded. This time it wasn't because Harry was standing in the doorway, it was because he wasn't.
She'd asked Harry for time to think, to figure out if she was really going to give up what they had just because she had hoped for more. At the time she'd known what she'd been asking for, but the consequences hadn't quite sunk in until now. No more walks home. It's what you asked for, idiot. No one to blame but yourself.
"I take it you're to be my escort this evening?"
You can't always get what you want
Wednesday, February 21st ~*~ Evening
It was times like this, when Harry was by her side walking her home, that Daphne could pretend everything was back to normal. The walk home and a kiss wasn't quite long enough to make her panic and fear that she'd say something stupid like "Marry me?", but just long enough to keep her from missing him too much through out the day.
Daphne unlocked her door and let them both in, turning to offer her lips for a goodnight kiss.