Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I just write for fun with the characters created by the wonderful J.K. Rowling.
Written for the School of Prompts Challenge
Prompt: K2 – Magazine
Daphne woke up rather early for a Saturday morning, she would have preferred to lay in bed but she wanted to see the show that was going to begin in the Great Hall.
She arrived at the Slytherin table and made sure to sit with her back to the wall so she could watch the rest of the Hall, especially the Gryffindor table. She watched as the students started to fill in and smirked a bit when Harry walked in with Hermione. Shortly thereafter owls started delivering the post, and the subscriptions to various magazines and newspapers. Daphne patiently waited for the first reactions, briefly wondering what they would do to Harry.
She didn't have to wait long. There were some suppressed gasps and squeals, and some of the witches turned to stare at Harry. Daphne noted those who clearly had a crush on Harry, and their looks of longing. At least she now knew who to watch out for. She also noted a few people that had a look of lust while staring at Harry. Romilda Vane. Daphne leveled a glare at Romilda, but she didn't notice as she was still staring at Harry like a piece of meat.
"Hey, check this out! Witch Weekly printed another special on the Boy-who-lived." Daphne turned to look at her friend, Tracey Davis, as she sat down next to her. Tracey showed her the article. It was a bunch of information regarding Harry, mostly harmless things like his favorite color (blue - the color of Daphne's eyes), his favorite treat (treacle tarts), his favorite hangout spots in Hogwarts (usually that abandoned classroom on the third floor he likes to pace in, the article didn't mention the Room of Requirement though), and other general information.
"Can you believe that Harry can cook?" Tracey was shocked at that bit of information. "How did they even find all this out, no one knows any of this except for the treacle tart bit."
They both glanced up at Harry, who seemed to notice the attention he was getting from the female population. He started feeling awkward and made a hasty exit out of the hall.
Daphne walked into the room and found Harry pacing back and forth. He kept running his hand through his wild hair.
"That won't help your hair settle." Though she loved the wildness of it.
Harry whipped out his wand, before realizing who it was and stowed his wand. "I need your help! They won't leave me alone."
"Who won't leave you alone." She knew exactly who was bothering Harry: his fan club.
"The girls! Romilda gave me somehow got some Cauldron Cakes and Treacle tart for me. Susan found me in the abandoned classroom that I use. Davis even asked me to cook something for her! How did Witch Weekly even know all that?"
Daphne rubbed her brow, did Tracey really ask that? "Why are you so concerned with them, just tell them that you aren't interested and ignore the publicity, you should be used to that already."
"But its my privacy! How di-" Harry connected the dots. "You have the Marauder's Map! So you told them about the classroom I hide in and the other secrets!" Daphne slowly withdrew the Marauder's Map from her bag. Harry scowled at her and snatched the map out of her hands before saying in a cold, hard voice, "I guess that's just your Slytherin side, to sell out information about me. What's next, giving Voldemort information on where I live?"
Harry stormed out of the room leaving Daphne there alone. "Oh bugger."
"Whats wrong Daphne?"
"Wha- Nothing. Nothing is wrong." Daphne continued to stare at her potions essay, hoping that the essay would get the hint to write itself. The paper stubbornly refused, kind of like how Harry would stubbornly refuse somethings. Ah, thinking of Potter again. Then the self-loathing began. How could she have thought that would have been an okay thing to do? She knew Harry fairly well, she knew he was a private person and wanted to avoid the press. She had done the one thing that shattered that trust.
"Its not nothing, you barely eaten anything in the past week, you seem to be barely getting any sleep. You look awful –" Daphne certainly felt awful. "Come on Daph, what's wrong? Did some boy break your heart?" Tracey said jokingly, she doubted that Daphne had a boyfriend, though she was disappearing on weekends more often the past few weeks.
Daphne just seemed to sag more in her seat. Her shoulders dropped and she frowned at her potions essay. Tracey noticed immediately. Her eyes widened. "Oh my god, who is it? I'm going to hex him into oblivion for hurting you!"
"No don't, it… well, I hurt him. I think he loathes me now."
Tracey stared at her looking completely gobsmacked. Daphne had fallen for someone? She demanded to know who it was. Daphne made her swear on her magic that she wouldn't tell anyone unless Daphne gave her permission to tell. Then Daphne told her.
"WHAT? How? When did you get together with Pot-" Daphne slapped a hand over Tracey's mouth.
"Keep it down will you, we don't want anyone else in the school to know." Daphne gave her a glare, before she felt a pang in her chest again. No one else will need to know because it probably won't be a thing anymore. "I ran into Har – err, Potter, during our 4th year. I think I actually started enjoying his company when he showed me one of his secrets..."
A/N: So I wasn't actually going to write this out chronologically, because of the nature and randomness of the prompts, but things might end up chronological, the next chapter (and prompt) will relate to Harry sharing some secrets with Daphne. These will probably still be a collection of oneshots, though I will probably try to connect these stories in some way, for example, the first chapter and this one are connected, and the next one will be the flashback that Daphne is referring to at the end of this one. Depending on the next series of prompts, I might add in a 4th chapter to this specific series of events.