This is just something I was trying out, writing for the heck of it. I've always been fascinated by Harry'Daphne and there just arent enough fics of them out there. So this is my small take on these two :") Hope you enjoy iy, please review, it makes my day!

It was like something out of a fairytale. Snow was subtly falling, perfect for a date. The sky was clear, the atmosphere not too stifling and the weather just perfect. There were not too many people around, and the ones that were knew how to mind their own business. But most importantly, there was a prince and there was a princes.
With his messy black hair just brushing the top of his ears and casually falling into his eyes, tan skin and shining emerald bright eyes, Harry James Potter did not need to be The-Boy-Who-Lived to attract attention. There was not a soul who could deny his beauty.
On the other end, Daphne Elizabeth Greengrass, with her trademark straight blonde hair, not a strand out of place, skin so pale she looked as untainted as the fresh falling snow, and icy blue eyes, was about as different as she could be. However, you could not find a person anywhere who would call her anything but gorgeous.
They were polar opposites.

He was the light, you couldn't help but look at him., be captivated by him. His presence was something you could not ignore, he lit the room up with a single smile.
She was the darkness, slowly but surely engulfing you. You would not realize it until it was too late. She kept her heart tightly locked up and her mere presence was enough to lower the temperature and make grown men kneel.
He was the Gryffindor Prince; she was the Slytherin Princess. He slept in layers of red and gold, garish at first sight, but warm and fulfilling like their owner. She draped herself in shades of silver and grey, just like her cold outlook on life.
They couldn't be two individuals more apart.
But here they were, standing in front of each other; they were worlds apart. Yet in that moment, the distance between them was almost nonexistent. The fire burning in her eyes was as uncharacteristic as the icy desire running through his veins.
They brought out the impossible in each other
They couldn't stand each other.
They couldn't get enough of each other.
Harry's head dipped slightly just as Daphne's moved forward just a fraction of an inch.
It wasn't much, but as the distance between them decreased, the raging inferno in their stomachs increased.
Slowly, the awestruck gibberish of the people in Diagon Alley faded away into muted muttering and finally into nothingness.
And still, Daphne was just a hairsbreadth away from Harry and Harry could hardly tear his emerald eyes away from her icy orbs. His hand, of its own accord, came up to rest in her soft blonde tresses and just before their lips met, their eyes closed.
They savoured the moment, forgetting everything and everyone. There were no fireworks, no chaos, no butterflies.
There was just a raging fire, engulfed by a snowstorm.