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Jigga Wha?

Daphne, Harry, Severus and Dobby ~ Various ~ MA ~ Complete

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.

Daphne and Harry ~ Glen Hollow ~ MA ~ Complete

I finally found someone,
who knocks me off my feet;
I finally found the one who makes me feel complete...

Tuesday, March 13th ~ Evening

Setting Daphne down gently in the middle of their bedroom floor, it dawned on Harry that he hadn't planned on ever being in this particular room again. It also occurred to him that she might want to pick a different room as the master suite, but those thoughts were quickly slid into a dark corner as his body reminded him just how long it had been since he'd last made love to Daphne.

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Group Thread ~ Glen Hollow ~ Complete

To celebrate the joining of Harry James Potter and Daphne Diane Greengrass in the bonds of matrimony.

Tuesday, March 13th ~ Early Evening

Hedwig had nearly flown herself into exhaustion, but each of the handful of invitations had made it to their intended recipients in record time.

The ceremony was small and quick. The bride wore the same robes her mother had been married in, the groom a suit. Their friends had gathered in the window room over looking the lake, and Severus Snape gave the bride away.
Why Me?

Group Thread ~ Many Places ~ Complete

Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Tuesday, March 13th ~ Late Afternoon

When the package arrived, Severus almost didn't bother opening it. There was work to be done at the shoppe, and he needed to get back. The letter that had been attached slid to the floor when he tossed the entire thing onto one of the kitchen cabinets, and it was only as he bet over to pick it up and saw the return address from a solicitor in London.

The letter was an apology for not sending the package last week. The package revealed a journal which only made his confusion grow.

That confusion quickly turned into horror as Severus read the last entry.

Event of my death - therefore - I'm dead... That couldn't be possible, he'd just seen Potter a few hours ago and these idiot solicitors were claiming they were supposed to have sent the journal a week ago... Unless they had managed to screw up even more and sent the thing early?

What if Potter was planning to do the deed that very night?

He rushed to the fireplace and tossed in a handful of powder, calling out for Mrs. Crockford at the Phoenix.

"I need to speak with Potter!"

Daphne ~*~ Her flat ~*~ Complete

"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.”
~ Unknown
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.
Seated professor

Daphne, Izabel and Vera • Hogwarts • Complete

But I still believe
And I will rise up with fists
And I will take what's mine mine mine
There but for the grace of God, go I
Wednesday, February 28 • Evening

Vera walked toward the gates of Hogwarts to meet Daphne, promptly and as planned.

The Pansy problem still lingered, and it seemed one found solutions much easier after a meal with friends. And if that became too much for Izabel, they could always try to cheer her up with the wedding plans that they had gone ahead with as much as they could with no input from either bride or groom.

Near-psychotic optimism was required when dealing with the bridal industry, even in the best of cases. It would work out.

She was convincing herself that when Daphne, accompanied by Miguel, arrived.

"Thank you, Miguel. I do so love delivery. I'm still disinclined to tip, however."

She smiled at Daphne.

"I made the mistake of mentioning sushi in front of the house elves, and they became very enthusiastic. I hope you like Japanese, and I hope they know what they're doing."

Fresh ingredients shouldn't be a problem, at least.

Rose and Daphne ~ Un Peu de Ciel ~ Complete

Every ending is a new beginning.
Tuesday, February 27th ~ Early evening

Rose finished her shift and said goodnight to the other employees. Part of her wanted to just go home and the rest knew that she had to talk to Daphne. Tonight.

Becky had mentioned she'd been looking tired, and it was true. Between her job here at the restaurant, her work with Hagrid, and spending her nights with him there wasn't much time for resting. Something had to give.

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Severus and Daphne ~*~ Un Peu de Ciel ~*~ Complete

When you love someone, and you love them with your heart, it never disappears when you are apart.
~ Unknown
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.

"Mister Snape."

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?"
could be

Daphne and Harry ~ Un Peu de Ciel ~ Complete

You ask me if I love you and I choke on my reply
I'd rather hurt you honestly than mislead you with a lie
And who am I to judge you on what you say or do
I'm only just beginning to see the real you

Sunday, February 25th ~ Evening

The rest of the week had been much the same as Wednesday evening. Nothing concrete to base this - uneasy feeling on, but Harry felt like he was running in place when he intended to jog around the block. Daphne had sent another owl stating she couldn't get away from work because of another emergency and Harry had almost gone over there during the day to see exactly what she was dealing with.

You do that - try and help and it'll be the loan thing all over again.

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Lace Dress

Harry and Daphne ~*~ Her flat ~*~ Complete

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.