Okay, so I fully support Izzie and Denny's tragic love and all. But I love Denny. I love him as a character and I think he's mildly hot (even as Dean Winchester's dad. And anyone who knows me knows how much I love Dean Winchester.) And the thing is, when I love a character I want to ship them with Harry Potter. So here it is. Me shipping Denny Duqette with Harry Potter. In case you hadn't noticed, it's slash.
Description: Izzie's blossoming relationship with Denny withers slightly when a beautiful black haired boy moved into the room next door.
What We May Never Do:
Meet Other People.
It was Monday, and Izzie skipped slightly, finally managing to evade Alex, making her way to Denny's room. Her blonde hair bounced (she had curled it special) and her lips doled out perfect pink smiles out to everyone that passed by (she was wearing that pink lipstick that he had complimented last week). Izzie hadn't been able to see him in the weekend, and she was sure he was lonely – so she was going to make it up to him right now!
She veered round the last corner to his room, smile brighter than ever. Then froze. Three metres from his door, she stood. The bag of home cooked chocolate chip cookies she had made at home in her right hand and the sport (secretly porn) magazines in the other. There was some black haired boy-girl horning in on her turf! Izzie paused, breathed in, and then out. She steeled herself, assumed offense position and marched forward.
The door swung open under her foot and she plastered her smile back on her face – though by the widening of the dark haired now obviously a boy invader it wasn't that much of a disguise. Denny grinned at her, wide and happy and slightly dirty, like always. It filled her with familiar warmth, mellowing the chill caused by her uncontented life. Izzie held out her hand to the stranger, who was in hospital garb, obviously another patient. He had black hair and bright green eyes – eyes the colour of...of ... of PICKLED FROGS! He could have been called handsome, but he looked like a big girl! With his big eyes and long eyelashes and naturally red as ripe apples lips the stranger really did look very effeminate. Izzie cast a doubtful eye on the happier-than-she-had-ever-seen-before Denny and wondered if this was actually a bad thing. Denny did seem to appreciate feminine beauty, or at least he had hers.
"Ah, hey, Izzie." Said Denny, he grinned and gestured prematurely to the black haired boy "Izzie, meet Harry. Harry, this is my extra special doctor, Doctor Izzie Stevens."
The stranger, Harry, smiled gently, it was a slightly boyish grin and she found herself smiling back without meaning to. They shook hands. She let go before he did. But he turned back to Denny first. Denny grinned at them both and said "Ah! Now my two favourite people have met!" he turned to Izzie "Harry may not have promised me sex, but he does tell me stories about his naughty boarding school days."
Harry rolled his eyes, shook his head and blushed slightly. He couldn't stop the smile worming its way into his heart. Izzie felt a rush of dislike of Harry and his lovely facial expressions and even more so when she saw Denny's eyes warm to a darker chocolate than they had been before. Harry laughed and Izzie found herself glaring and smiling falsely while Denny told Harry that she had promised to do things for him, sexy things, he added in a naughtily suggestive tone, in exchange for him not immediately shooting down the option to do all of the surgeries that had been suggested by herself and Dr Burke.
Harry smirked and wiggled her eyebrows at Izzie, before dropping a look at the expensive watch on his wrist. It looked like leather and gold, with fancy writing all over the face. He was obviously quite well off. Damnit.
"Sorry, Denny, I have a pre-op preparation thing coming along in like 5 minutes, so I'm going to go get ready for my first operation in Seattle Grace Hospital. See ya, Denny." He went to leave, then stopped "Oh, Bye Izzie. Have fun you guys."
The innuendo in his voice was obvious and it made Denny grin. Izzie frowned.
Oh, he had a cute English accent. That didn't suck at all. Not at all. Not even a little bit. It was fine. It was all fine.
"Oh Izzie, I don't think I'll be needing those any longer. Just dump them." He indicated to the sport magazines clasped tightly in Izzie's hand, she loosened her grip and tilted her head questioningly. His gaze slipped to the door that Harry had just exited through and her hand clenched around the magazines. She nodded, quickly, a jerk of her head really, spun on her heal and left, dropping the unwanted porn into the bin beside the dresser in Denny's room.
It was all good.
Ah, crap.