Okay. So, this is my very first story on fanfiction. I've been reading them for years and finally decided to get in on the action. This is a Harry/Daphne story that takes place a few years after the end of the war. NON-Canon Pairings. I like to spice things up and change it up a bit.

I am not J.K. Rowling, nor do I make any money off of this story. I'm a poor college student in denial about Harry Potter being over.

Chapter 1

Contrary to popular belief, Daphne Greengrass was not boring. She was fun; or at least she thought she was. She was more than just a pretty face and a nice body. She was more than an uninterested gaze and a polite laugh. Daphne Greengrass could be exciting if she chose to be. She could let loose and party with the best of them if she felt so inclined. However, she just chose to be in the background most of the time. Was that such a crime?

While Daphne was a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, there were quite a few things going on around her. She wasn't involved in any heroic feats nor was she taking any part of any evildoings. She just existed. She kept up with the gossip that involved the students of Hogwarts (it wasn't a very difficult thing to do with Pansy Parkinson as a "friend"), but she wasn't involved with anything herself. There was a brief moment when everyone in Slytherin thought that she and Blaise Zabini were an item, but that particular piece of garbage never left the dungeons.

In fact, Daphne had never entered a relationship with anyone while at Hogwarts. Her parents would've been horrified at the very thought. No. Daphne was a pureblood witch. And not from any old pureblood family; she was a Greengrass, an elite, proud, and strong bloodline. She couldn't sully herself with the opposite sex unless there was a marriage contract involved with someone of the same caliber. And Daphne was nothing if not a traditionalist.

At least, that was what her parents thought. For a long while, Daphne would agree. Daphne would tell anyone who asked that her greatest goal in life would be to imitate Narcissa Malfoy. She wanted to be wealthy, beautiful, and an amazing socialite. That was what her mother was and her grandmother and her great-grandmother. It was set in stone for Daphne and she wasn't one for venturing off of the beaten path. However, during the Battle of Hogwarts, everything changed for her.

For her entire life, Daphne was sought after, envied, and glorified. It was during the Battle of Hogwarts, as she was being led down to the dungeons and imprisoned like a criminal that her beliefs were thrown in her face. As her fellow students in the other houses (a vast majority of their names drawing a blank) cheered at her departure and celebrated at her embarrassment that she realized true defeat. Daphne was raised with the belief that purebloods were above everyone else, that they weren't supposed to mix with people who were lesser than them. Even mixing with purebloods who didn't believe in the hierarchy was taboo and looked down upon. Being in Slytherin house, this was an unopposed truth. She knew that other people, riffraff, probably wouldn't agree with the ideals, but she really didn't have a clue how small of a minority her belief was. It was disconcerting and daunting.

The Hogwarts dungeons had been Daphne's home for seven years, but at that moment, it had never felt more like an actual dungeon. She was encased within her own mind, her thoughts ricocheting off of each other. The noise in the dungeon was deafening. People were arguing with each other, screaming escape plans at each other, and crying with each other. Everyone was scared and confused and Daphne, not one to be excluded, felt the same emotions warring inside of her.

It took a while for Daphne's prejudice to subside and sometimes it still reared its ugly head, but she was honestly and truly working on it. That awful day in the dungeon was the initial moment of change for her and she had been continually altering her views. She became less outspoken about blood purity, she became more outreaching towards those of a separate social class, and more tolerable of anyone different. It took a while, but she felt that her image had changed for the better.

Unfortunately, her family did not feel the same way. After the defeat of Voldemort, blood purity became a taboo subject. Purebloods that were once very vocal about their distaste for muggleborn witches and wizards were now silent. Even Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott were singing a different tune. Her family was no different. However, unlike Daphne herself, her family only put on an act. When Daphne tried to stimulate conversation about her changing feelings, her parents would quell her voice. Even Daphne's own sister, Astoria, wasn't REALLY trying to change. It was all for publicity.

It was because of this that Daphne and her family were estranged. Daphne had changed as a person. Her parents said that they couldn't recognize her. She wasn't who they thought she was and Daphne was glad for it. With these new ideas of equality brewing within her, Daphne sought out a greater goal for herself. She couldn't imagine herself being tied to social events and putting on a front for the public eye. Her desires ventured past that avenue. She wanted so much more for herself.

When Daphne was offered an opportunity to return to Hogwarts for an 8th year since the Carrows had literally obliterated her 7th, she became much more interested in the profession of Healing. Although her Potions scores weren't the best, she was exemplary at Charms, Runes, and Transfiguration. Her History of Magic wasn't that bad either. She spent most of her free time in the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey, helping with minor injuries and soaking up all of the knowledge that the mediwitch was willing to offer. Daphne found something that she was truly passionate about that would pay well enough for her to not starve.

With an amazingly passionate recommendation from Madam Pomfrey and a cookie-cutter one from Headmaster McGonagall, Daphne was fortunate enough to be accepted into the Healers Program at St. Mungos. She wasn't the most gifted student, but she wasn't the most challenged either. She spent most of her downtime studying and with her face in a book. She had absolutely no social life and very few friends. Maybe that was why people thought that she was boring.

Daphne was sitting alone in the break room eating from a bag of crisps and reading a thesis on the new development of the healing properties of crabgrass legs when her mentor, Healer Alvarez, sauntered in. She looked around the vacant room until her eyes landed on Daphne. With a sigh of resignation she finally called out to her.

"Greengrass." Daphne looked up from her reading material for a brief second and then let her eyes wander back to the page. "I'm on lunch break, Healer Alvarez."

Alvarez pursed her lips and huffed. Daphne wasn't usually this rude, but the prior week had been stressful. Exams, papers, and working at the hospital wasn't an easy task and it was starting to take its toll on her.

"I'm aware of that, Greengrass. But everyone else left the hospital for lunch and you're still here. I need your assistance with a patient. I thought you'd jump at the opportunity for some hands-on experience," Alvarez quipped, an eyebrow raised. Healer Alvarez was a middle-aged woman with tan skin and ebony black hair. Her eyes were almond shaped and as black as coal and her demeanor was one that rivaled the current Headmistress at Hogwarts.

"I'd hate to take you away from such a nutritious meal," Alvarez sneered, alluding to the empty bag of crisps sitting beside Daphne. "But far be it me to think that you actually care about your education. If you truly wish to become a healer, then you will need to realize that duty calls when it calls. It could give a damn about your deserved leisure time."

Daphne refrained from rolling her eyes and instead placed a minor charm on the text to maintain her place for further reading later. She stood up, brushed the crumbs of crisps off of her pale blue healer's robes, and grabbed the healer's notes about the patient from Alvarez so that she could read over them.

A broken leg, dislocated shoulder, fiendfyre burn on 30% of the body, and a possible venomous bite from a rare species of mermaid. Daphne couldn't help but wonder how the hell this person had been alive and what they had done to get into such a predicament in the first place.

"He's an auror," Alvarez volunteered. "He's new, obviously. You'll see a lot of rookie aurors here from time to time. It's almost like a right of passage."

Daphne silently thanked Merlin that her job wasn't so dangerous. She still couldn't fathom the scenario in which all of this would take place.

As they reached the room where the patient was held, Alvarez stood in front of the door, blocking Daphne from entry.

"It's very important that when dealing with celebrities, we maintain our oath to secrecy. We wouldn't want any of our patient's personal business being printed in the Daily Prophet. We'd fail our jobs as Healers if we allowed such failure."

Daphne was taken aback. She could keep a secret. It was practically a requirement to be in Slytherin. But, she didn't realize that she was going to be meeting a celebrity. Her day was proving to be very "un-boring" with speed.

Daphne gazed back down to the chart in front of her and her eyes grew as wide as saucers. Alvarez opened the door but Daphne could not walk over the threshold. She was stunned. It had been years since she'd seen him and the last time that she did, he was cheering for her removal. Seeing him would bring back painful memories of a person that she no longer was.

Harry Potter.

He laid unconscious in the hospital bed, monitoring charms beeping all around him, and the smell of different potions lingering in the air.

"Mother of Merlin," Daphne breathed. He had definitely grown. Harry was never a large person to begin with. In fact, if memory served her well, he was always scrawny and rather short. But this Harry Potter was nearly unrecognizable. Daphne could barely see the lightning bolt scar, but she was unsure if that had more to do with the scar being faded or if it was because Harry Potter was so pale. His hair was not as lively as she remembered it being. He used to look like he'd been bitten by a Lightning Lizard because his hair was always out of control. Although he was lying down, it seemed to Daphne that Harry Potter was taller than she remembered as well.

"It's almost time to put the burn paste on the patient. Before administering the paste, we must give the patient a heavy dose of pain potion, to prevent unnecessary discomfort," Alvarez professionally spoke. Daphne had to tear her eyes away from ogling the unconscious hero.

Dr. Alvarez brandished her wand and woke Potter with a quick reneverate. His eyes shot open and then quickly closed again as he groaned in pain.

"Where am I?" he asked groggily.

"You're in St. Mungos Hospital, Mr. Potter. We'll need for you to take this pain potion so that we can see to your wounds," Alvarez spoke in the softest tone that Daphne had ever heard her use. She wasn't sure if this was Alvarez's tone when speaking to patients or if she reserved it only for higher profile patients.

"But, what about Ron? What about Dolohov? Did we get him?" he asked, trying to get out of the bed. Alvarez put a calming hand on his arm to stop him from moving. To be honest, Daphne had no idea how he was able to move around. According to his chart, he should be screaming for the pain potion.

"You can have visitors once you are feeling better and those visitors may be better suited to answer your questions. Now, if you will, please take the pain potion," Alvarez insisted.

Harry nodded and grabbed the pain potion that Alvarez was holding out to him. He downed it all in one quick swig, not even making a grimace at the bitter liquid.

While Alvarez was starting to unwrap the bandages across Harry's chest where the burn was most serious, Harry finally noticed Daphne.

There was a look of confusion followed by a look of recognition and then a look of discomfort.

"Daphne Greengrass?" he asked unsurely.

Daphne's eyes widened. She didn't think that "Saint Potter" (as Draco unaffectionately called him) would recognize her, much less know her name.

"Yes, this is my Healer in training, Daphne Greengrass. She'll be observing how I handle and heal your injuries." Alvarez turned her black eyes towards Daphne, a slight scowl forming. "You didn't tell me that you knew Harry Potter."

"Everyone knows Harry Potter," Daphne deadpanned.

"Well, fine. You didn't tell me that Harry Potter knew you," Alvarez countered.

"We were in the same year at Hogwarts," Harry offered quietly, a scowl starting to form on his face as well. Daphne was not sure if it was because of the pain potion not taking full effect or if it was because of Daphne's presence.

"I didn't know that he knew me," Daphne replied to Alvarez. "We were in different Houses. I don't think we said two words to each other."

"You were in Slytherin and you were friends with Malfoy," Harry said, although it sounded more like an accusation to her. "Friends" was pushing it. True enough, Daphne and Draco had become closer thanks to her budding friendship with Hermione Granger who worked in the same department as Draco in the Ministry, but they weren't really friends. They were definitely not friends in school. It would be deemed improper. Especially because there was a marriage contract between Draco and her sister Astoria while they were still in school.

"You didn't tell me that you were in Slytherin," Alvarez gasped. "Although that does explain quite a bit." Daphne tried to hide her glare but failed miserably. What was that supposed to mean. She hoped that that wasn't a bad attempt at an insult. It was obvious that Alvarez was not in Slytherin; she would've had much better insults if that were the case.

"And you're friends with Hermione," Harry added as an afterthought. "She talks about you sometimes." Daphne smiled. It was true that an unlikely friendship between the female third of the golden trio and Slytherin's Ice Queen had begun to grow in the odd "8th year" that they shared. Hermione was emotionally (and physically) scarred from the war and Daphne was emotionally scarred from her life and they just kind of clicked. They balanced each other out.

"Good things, I hope," Daphne said. She knew that Hermione wasn't the type of friend to go behind someone's back and drag their names in the mud. Not at all like that slag Tracey Davis. No. If Hermione had anything negative to say about someone, she wasn't above going directly to that person and saying it to their face.

"Definitely things," Harry said, a small smile forming on his lips before he winced again at the ministrations of Alvarez.

Okay, what do you think? It's the first chapter, so I apologize if it's a bit slow. I have big plans for these two: romance, humour, drama, murder?! Maybe murder. Maybe clowns. Maybe giant carrots. Who knows? I do. Sorta.

This story is currently un-beta'd. I'd like to rectify this. If you are a beta or just a reader who would like to help me polish up my story, PM me and we can talk about my devious plans.

I hope to update at least twice a week, but that may or may not change as the semester drones on. I'd like to have a few chapters in my pocket, in case exams become especially deadly.

I would appreciate and value reviews and hold them dear to my heart like a mother holds her chipotle burrito.

Thank you very much x