AUHTOR'S NOTE: I've been fascinated with Daphne Greengrass for a while, and after doing a bit of research in different areas (stories, Harry Potter wiki etc) I've decided to do a story on her! Harry is the narrator most of the time, and the story will be predominantly Harry x Daphne, but also have Blaise x Luna, with touches of Draco x Daphne and Blaise x Daphne. This story occurs in seventh year, without war/deaths, just so we can focus on the relationships themselves. Therefore, no mention of Voldemort. Also, I wrote this with Pansy/Daphne/Blaise/Draco being ~sexy bullies basically, haha. Finally, Draco is going to be sort of OOC for most of the story. I hope you like it, and please review! xx

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. AS IS MY HEART.


CHAPTER ONE: COFFEE, CARROTS, AND PETER PAN

Harry, Ron and Hermione sat together in the Great Hall. Hermione was already panicking about NEWTs and eyeing her timetable nervously. Ron yawned.

"Give it a rest, Hermione, it's our first day back-"

Hermione snarled in response. Harry ignored their bickering, and saw a pretty blonde girl enter the Great Hall and sit down at the Slytherin table. Her name was Daphne Greengrass.

Harry knew of her, of course; he knew she was best friends with Pansy Parkinson, and she was part of the group of Slytherin girls in his year. When he saw them strolling the corridors together, Harry was reminded of what Dumbledore had said about Tom Riddle and his gang: they had a dark glamour about them.

Pansy Parkinson had short, jet-black hair and violet eyes, and when she wasn't screeching or simpering up to Malfoy, Harry admitted she was quite pleasant to look at. Tracy Davis was a mousy blonde who seemed too sweet to be a Slytherin, and their other friend, a girl with dark hair and glasses, whom Harry did not know the name of, also had a cold elegance to her.

Daphne Greengrass had a blonde mess of wild curls and a radiant grin, despise her light eyes being like ice. Harry had heard that although a Pureblood and rather wealthy, Daphne and her younger sister Astoria did not share the same Muggle-hating views as their Slytherin peers.

Harry looked across the Great Hall to the Slytherin table. Malfoy had slid beside Daphne, and whispered something to her. She smirked, and raised a cup of coffee to her lips, her long nails painted a sky blue. Harry felt a stab of embarrassment flash through him, though Malfoy had probably not said anything about him at all. Harry couldn't help but notice the way the two looked together; their cold eyes and white gold hair matching, looking like mythological gods.

"What're you gaping at - oh," Ron said darkly, eyeing Malfoy with disgust.

"Who's the girl he's talking to?" Ron asked for Harry.

Hermione turned around and then back at the boys. "Honestly, Ron, she's in our year! Her name's Daphne Greengrass."

"Well, excuse me," Ron said, returning to his eggs and toast, "I don't really pay attention to Slytherin girls."

Hermione smirked. "Apparently her family isn't a bunch of Muggle-haters though," she said with mild interest.

Ron rolled his eyes, "Does she deserve some kind of reward for that?"

Hermione shrugged.

Ron snuck another peek at the Slytherin table and made a sound at the back of his throat. "She is a looker, but her hair's almost as big as yours, 'Mione."

Harry smiled to himself as Hermione scowled. Whereas Hermione's hair was a massive mane of bushy fluff, Daphne's blonde locks were glamorous curls, with barely any frizz. He decided to keep his thoughts to himself and returned to his breakfast.

IIIII

A few Gryffindors and Slytherins hovered around the door to the Transfiguration classroom. Harry and Ron arrived with Hermione.

"Why isn't anyone going inside?" Ron asked Seamus, who was nearest.

"Maybe it's because it's locked, you idiot," Malfoy started.

Ron opened his mouth to retort when two girls joined the queue. Pansy and Daphne had arrived, and made their way over to Blaise and Malfoy. Harry noticed Crabbe and Goyle were missing, but then realized they probably didn't have the grades to make it to NEWT level Transfiguration.

"McGonagall said she'd be a few minutes," Pansy said to Malfoy, but everyone heard and groaned. Hermione simply sat down and propped open a book.

"She also wants us to have prepared partners by the time she arrives," Pansy said nonchalantly. Once again, she spoke only to her group, but everyone heard and began to chatter. Neville stumbled to Ron and Hermione and Harry offered to be partners with Neville so the two could work together. He strained his ear to listen to the Slytherins.

"So?" Malfoy asked at the three of them, "Shall we split it boys-girls or-"

"I think I'd prefer mixed doubles," Blaise said, and grinned at Daphne. He took her hand and brought her closer to him, "with this lovely creature," he finished.

Harry noticed Daphne just laughed while Blaise stood there, being handsome, whereas Pansy looked like she had been matchmaking this pair for a while and was about to burst. Harry hated them all.

Just then Professor McGonagall arrived, ushering them into her now, unlocked, classroom, while praising Neville for being able to enrol in NEWTs level Transfiguration, much to the embarrassment of Neville and anyone near him. Once inside, everyone split up with their partners, and Harry led a red-faced Neville to the back, close to where Blaise and Daphne were sitting.

From his spot Harry had a clear view of Daphne and Blaise, as well as Pansy and Malfoy, who were now tickling each other's noses with their quills. Harry noticed Blaise whispering in Daphne's ear and her nodding. After McGonagall had given out instructions to transform their partners' quills into carrots, she left, but not before reminding them sternly that she'd soon be back and to not bother with any tomfoolery. Harry craned his neck while Neville mumbled his incantation.

"What's your wand made of?" Blaise asked Daphne curiously. Harry snuck a glance at the pair. He saw Daphne's wand for the first time. It was slender and long, and the wood was very light.

"11 inches, sugar pine, with a Thestral hair."

"That's an interesting combination."

"Yes," she murmured, twirling it in her hands, "Light on the outside, dark on the inside." Harry thought this was an odd thing to say.

He tore his eyes away when hearing a strangled yell, and saw it was coming from Ron, whose eyebrows were now growing to the point where he was blinded by the red fur. Harry saw Malfoy laughing, while Pansy filed her nails, looking very bored.

At that moment McGonagall returned and taking one glance at Ron, waved her wand at him. She looked at Malfoy.

"20 points, Mr. Malfoy."

"Professor, I know it was an impressive kind of magic, but you're really being too generous," Malfoy said. McGonagall did not look charmed, but Harry saw Daphne grin and shake her head.

There were still fifteen minutes left of class but McGonagall allowed them to leave early, throwing furious looks as if each and every one of them had cursed Ron.

Harry watched Daphne leave the classroom and separate from her friends to meet a small brunette outside in the hallway. It was her sister, Astoria. Harry trailed after Ron and Hermione very slowly, watching the two.

Unlike Daphne, Astoria had straight, chestnut hair, and her blue eyes popped with the contrast of her hair, rather than looking like ice. Harry saw Blaise and Malfoy eyeing the sisters and discussing amongst themselves, as if trying to figure out which sister they found more attractive.

"Daphne," Malfoy said, as if answering Harry's suspicions, and she turned to him, catching Harry's eyes as they moved to Malfoy's. Astoria muttered something and walked away, but not before waving to Pansy, who waved back and smiled. Harry turned his attention back to Hermione and Ron before he could embarrass himself further.

IIIII

Blaise, Malfoy and Daphne hurried outside in the dark. The three made their way by the lake and huddled near the edges of the Forbidden Forest. Malfoy looked at Daphne with a secret smile.

"You know, your baby sister's quite good looking-"

"As good looking as me?" Daphne interrupted. She raised her eyebrows but her lips twitched playfully.

Malfoy cooed softly, "Honey, no one's that good looking."

Blaise looked back and forth at the exchange with interest. "Er, have you two-"

"It didn't last long," Daphne said, and put a thin white stick on her silver cigarette holder. "I didn't approve of his…future ambitions," she finished, and lit the cigarette, laughing, and mumbled, "Death Eater indeed."

Malfoy cut her off. "I didn't approve of her Mudblood habits," he said, though he spoke teasingly, gesturing at her cigarette. Daphne grinned and blew smoke in his face.

"Blaise likes them, don't you Blaise?" she said, and offered him a cigarette. Blaise took it gratefully.

"Muggle-invented or not, I'm hooked," he said, and raised Daphne's arm. She lit his cigarette with a green and silver lighter.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Malfoy said. "Can't you use your wand for that at least? It's shameful." But he eyed the lighter with interest.

"At least they're Slytherin colours," Blaise laughed. He watched Daphne take a drag of her cigarette, and looked at the way her plump pink lips parted, blowing smoke out. The smoke left her mouth in a straight plume, but now turned into a snake, its smoky form coiling in the air. Blaise watched with interest.

"How did you-"

"I tampered with them a little bit, so they'd be more fun," Daphne grinned.

Blaise moved in a little closer to the witch. "Do you think you could you show me-"

"Keep your distance," Malfoy drawled lazily. Blaise smiled slowly.

"Come on, Draco, you know I have a thing for blondes."

Daphne licked her lips. "I think there's a little blonde in particular now though, isn't there?" she asked softly. Her tone was teasing, yet dangerous. Malfoy had no idea whether she was referring to herself or someone else. Blaise grinned and placed a finger under her chin, lifting it gently.

"Perhaps," he replied. He let go of her and the three of them made their way back to the castle, Daphne taking a last drag and blowing out a wisp of smoke that turned into a raven and flew over them, before disappearing into the dark night.

IIIII

The weekend arrived and Harry found himself continuously watching Daphne, as if his eyes were pulled in her direction every time she entered a room. He walked into the Great Hall alone on Saturday morning, and sat himself at the Gryffindor table in such a way that he'd have a clear view of his target.

A few minutes later, Daphne walked into the Great Hall, wearing a short, turquoise dress with sleeves that reached her elbows and a white Peter Pan collar. Harry didn't have to be raised by Muggles to know she had good fashion taste. He saw her nails were painted bubblegum pink today, and wondered vaguely how often she changed her nail colour.

Harry noticed slim legs behind her white thigh highs, as well as the fabric of her dress stretching slightly at the bust. It appeared Harry wasn't the only one who noticed however; a few Slytherin boys had no shame in staring. It was only when Daphne sat down that Harry realized she had a book under her arm.

Harry watched her pour herself a cup of coffee and open her book on the table. She placed a few pastries on her plate and poured a bit of milk into her coffee cup before stirring it absently with her wand while reading.

Harry was distracted by his sight-seeing when a thump came from the area beside him. Ron had sat down.

"Oi, why didn't you wait for me?" Ron asked, but shovelled four sausages in his mouth instead of waiting for an answer. Hermione sat down and began chatting animatedly about the library when Ron interrupted her and nudged Harry.

"We still on for Quidditch practice today? You're not changing the team are, you?"

"What?" Harry asked distractedly, "Yes. And no, not changing…" he muttered, and looked down at his porridge. Hermione looked at him beadily before pouring herself a glass of pumpkin juice.

The morning post arrived with a flurry of owls, and seeing that Hermione was occupied with fighting over a newspaper with a large tawny, Harry moved over slightly to look at the Slytherin table. Pansy had arrived. She was wearing a purple wrap around sweater and earrings that looked like sugared violets. Harry wondered if she did everything to bring attention to her eyes. Pansy seemed to be waiting for Daphne. The blonde took a last sip of her coffee while getting up, and carefully moved one leg after another behind the bench, to avoid exposing too much flesh. She grabbed her book and left the hall with Pansy.

Harry counted to a hundred before suggesting he and Ron make their way to the Quidditch pitch. Ron hastily agreed as Hermione was scribbling furiously in her agenda. She neither noticed nor minded, however, and waved them good-bye cheerily. Harry looked forward to clearing his mind of a certain blonde on a broomstick when they ran into Ginny on the grounds. Harry felt his face heat up. How had he forgotten about Ginny? They had broken up over the summer but both had taken it rather well. She accompanied them to the Quidditch pitch.

As they got to the pitch they saw it was not empty.