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"It's not that funny," Daphne grumbled as Hermione tried to stifle her laughter and failed miserably.

Daphne and Hermione were sitting at a muggle cafe in London after work. Daphne and Hermione tried to keep a weekly visit with each other to catch up with one another, but they had just been so busy lately that they had fallen behind with their meetings.

"You have to admit that it's a little funny, Daphne. I mean, I would pay a pretty galleon to see you interact with Ron," said Hermione before taking a sip of her tea. Daphne sighed as she stirred in more sugar into her own cup. Daphne had been worrying over the impending quidditch match that she was going to see with Harry. Harry had never introduced her to any of his friends and meeting Ron was a big deal. Even though her official "girlfriend" label was new, her relationship with Harry had been going on for nearly a month. She wanted Ron to like her, or at the very least not hate her. But, the more that she heard about the hotheaded redhead, the less sure she became that that would happen.

"I figure that if I'm just very polite then he'll-," Daphne was interrupted with Hermione's laughter. Daphne rolled her eyes and Hermione quieted her giggles again.

"Sorry. I'm sorry. I just don't think that that's going to work." "Well, what do you suggest I do? I want Ron to like me, Hermione. If he doesn't then it could complicate things." Hermione thought for a moment while drinking her tea.

"I don't know." Daphne gasped. That wasn't something that Hermione said very often. She always knew what to do. And she was always giving her opinion and advice whether it was asked for or not. The one time that Daphne wanted, no needed, Hermione's wisdom and she didn't have any.

"It's going to take some time. More time than you're going to be comfortable with, if I'm honest. Ron can be difficult and he can be very protective of Harry. He's not going to like you immediately, regardless of how charming and sweet you are. You're a Slytherin and a pureblood and even though he's never met you, I'm sure he has an opinion of you and it's going to take some time for him to let go of that opinion" Hermione confessed. Daphne slumped down in her chair, disregarding the perfect posture that was drilled into her from a young age.

"But that's not fair," Daphne grumbled. Hermione laughed and patted her hand across the table.

"I know. But, that's just how Ron is. He's great when you get to know him and he's even better when he's a friend. He's loyal, and honest, and funny, it's just… getting to that point that's going to be the problem."

Daphne crossed her arms over her chest and started to pout. Why would Harry be friends with such a judgemental prick in the first place? Daphne was sick and tired of people judging her based off of an incorrect assumption from her Hogwarts days. It wasn't right and it wasn't fair. It just wasn't.

"Harry knows this already. He knows that Ron is going to be difficult, I assure you."

"Then why does he want me to meet him?" Daphne asked.

"Because Ron is his best friend and he's hoping for the best. It's the same reason why I've tried to get Draco and Harry together. The little interaction that they've had with each other has been snide remarks and petty hexes. It's annoying, frustrating, and stupid. But, that's not going to stop me from trying to get them to at least be cordial. I want my friends to get along."

"Yes, because Draco is just a friend, right?" Daphne said before taking a sip of her tea. Hermione's face reddened but she didn't respond to the remark. Daphne, among quite a few others, felt that Hermione and Draco were either in a secret relationship or on the cusp of one. She actually had a bet going with Blaise Zabini. Which reminded her…

"I haven't even told Blaise that I'm going to be at the game. Do you think that I should?" Daphne asked her friend. Hermione sighed, glad that the attention was no longer on her.

"Sure. Why not?" "Because then I'd have to introduce him to Harry. I mean, I know that Blaise probably isn't as important to me as Ron is to Harry, but he's still my friend. I should introduce them, right?" Daphne asked, very unsure. Blaise was charming, but he was definitely a Slytherin through and through. It might rub Harry the wrong way and would definitely chafe Ron.

"Hmmm. I'm not sure how well that would go. If you were just introducing him to Harry, sure. But Ron… is a die hard Cannons fan. It could get messy introducing him to the Falmouths owner, couldn't it?" Daphne bit her lip. "I suppose. Maybe I'll just introduce everyone at another time. Not at a quidditch match, you know?"

"Does Blaise even know about Harry? Does Theo?" Hermione asked. Daphne shrugged. She wasn't actually sure. She hadn't gone out of her way to tell them anything, but those two had a habit of knowing things without anyone telling them anyway. Blaise was busy owning his own quidditch team and Theo worked in the Department of Mysteries. They only ever really saw each other if Hermione was having something at her house and they were all invited. She liked them well enough, much more than she did while they were still in school, but she wasn't sure if they were close enough to divulge relationship details to them.

"I'm sure. I feel like everyone knows at this point. We spend our lunches together, we hold hands in public. We're not hiding or anything."

"I'm surprised you haven't ended up in Witch Weekly yet," Hermione said under her breath. Daphne giggled. In the past, a camera man had snapped a picture of Hermione and Draco walking around London together. It ended up on the front cover of the trashy magazine and Hermione was mortified. That picture caused a lot of unnecessary drama.

"I wouldn't know if we were in it or not. I don't read that rubbish." Daphne had finished her tea and was now nibbling on a biscuit. "Speaking of rubbish, did I tell you that I saw my sister the other day?"

Hermione's eyebrows shot up towards her hairline. "And how did that go?"

"It didn't go. As soon as I saw her step into the Leaky Cauldron, Harry and I scrambled out of there. I really don't have anything to say to her and I didn't want her to approach and embarrass me in front of Harry."

"Have you talked to her since the howler?" Hermione asked. Daphne shook her head quickly. After that picture was plastered on every Witch Weekly magazine in England, Astoria sent a howler to Daphne screaming at her about betrayal and loyalty and how dare she be friends with a mudblood! Especially a mudblood who stole her betrothed from her! Instead of replying with a howler of her own and informing her younger sister that Draco Malfoy wanted nothing to do with her and never did, she took the high road and ignored her. It bothered Daphne that the first time that Astoria decided to reach out to her, it had been about Draco and not about rekindling a relationship with her.

Thinking about Astoria always put Daphne in a bad mood. She needed to change the subject.

"Has Draco gotten his head out of his arse yet?"

"I don't know what you mean?" Hermione said a bit too quickly.

"Oh come on, Hermione! I told you about Harry!"

"Yes. And it was weird. Harry's the closest thing that I have to a brother. He is my brother. I don't want to hear about how good of a kisser her is." Daphne rolled her eyes.

"Draco is definitely not my brother. It's not weird to talk to me about him. It's not nice to keep hot relationship gossip from your best friend, you know? It could kill you. I know. I'm a healer."

Hermione laughed and rolled her eyes. Between the two young women, someone's eye was bound to roll out of their heads and onto the floor.

"There's really nothing to tell. I wish there were, but there isn't. Draco and I probably aren't going to happen. We're just friends." Hermione's smile faltered into a small frown and her eyes watered a bit. Daphne reached across the small table and grabbed Hermione's hand in comfort. She immediately regretted bringing Draco up. She had no idea that it was such a sore subject, but she supposed she should've picked up on Hermione's reluctance to talk about him.

"I have an idea! Why don't we go back to my place? I have some leftover lasagna and this gelato that is absolutely phenomenal." Hermione looked up at Daphne a small smile playing at her lips.

"If I go, are you going to try and snog me?" She teased. Daphne winked. "Let's not knock anything out just yet."

-x-

That Saturday, Daphne was wearing her Falmouth Falcons jersey and shorts with a pair of sunglasses sitting on her face. It wasn't very sunny that day. It was actually very cloudy, muggy, and stifling. But, Daphne felt the sunglasses were appropriate, in the case that she made an ass of herself. No one would recognize her, which was the hope at least.

Harry was wearing a Chudley Cannons jersey as he held her hand and Daphne had to refrain from sneering at him whenever she looked at him. He said that he really didn't care which team won, but he had been given the jersey as a present and so had worn it. Daphne made a mental note to buy him a Falcons jersey; she couldn't have her boyfriend walking around looking like an idiot afterall.

They were walking towards the stadium from the apparition point when a tall redhead spotted them. He strode over with his long legs and Harry's hold on her hand tightened for a fraction of a second. Daphne thought that Harry might be a bit nervous about this as well.

"Ron, this is Daphne. Daphne, Ron," said Harry, his hand progressively tightening on her hand.

Ron took one look at her jersey and raised an eyebrow. Daphne repressed the desire to do the same. Instead she smiled and held her hand out to him. "Nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you."

"A lot of people have," he grumbled, but shook her hand in greeting.

They continued walking towards the giant stadium, Harry and Ron were deep in conversation, talking about things that Daphne had no context about. She didn't want to be rude and interrupt them, but she was feeling a bit left out.

When they sat down and waited for the game to start, Harry had barely shown her any attention. She assumed that maybe she and Harry had spent so much of their free time together that Ron was being neglected and so he was making up for lost time. That would explain it, wouldn't it? She didn't like to be ignored, but she figured that it couldn't last for much longer.

She looked to her left and saw an Auror in the Auror block staring at her with a smirk on his face. He winked at her and Daphne scoffed. She was technically on a date for Merlin's sake. The slime ball could have a bit of decency.

He scooted down and took the empty seat next to her and Daphne sighed in irritation. She really didn't want to deal with this guy.

"Hello, beautiful," he greeted. Daphne nodded her head at him and then turned her attention to the empty quidditch pitch. He seemed oddly familiar. She wondered if he knew her from Hogwarts. He definitely wasn't a Slytherin in any case.

"Nice jersey," he complimented. Daphne took a look at his bright orange jersey and sneered.

"I can't same the same for you." He laughed and shrugged.

"I'm actually pulling for the Falcons today. But, all of the guys in the department are Cannons fans. So, you know, peer pressure and all that." Daphne nodded her head even though she could care less.

"You work at St. Mungo's don't you?" He asked her, still pushing for conversation. She nodded her head, still refusing to give him one.

"I was there visiting Harry when he had his accident," he said. Well, that explained the nagging feeling of familiarity. She didn't get many details about that particular mission. She felt that Harry wasn't really allowed to talk about it, but he gave her a watered down explanation.

"I've just got to say, I think you're the most gorgeous woman I've ever laid my eyes on." Daphne rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses. On the one hand she wanted to retort that the man must not get out very much at all. On the other hand, she wanted to say "of course I'm the most gorgeous woman you've ever laid eyes on. I'm fucking perfect." Instead of saying either of those things she decided to bite her tongue.

"What's your name?" He asked her. "Greengrass," she said quickly. "That's an odd name for your parents to name you." Daphne laughed a humorless laugh. "That's because it's a surname. They didn't have much choice in the matter."

The guy must've gotten the hint because he stopped all conversations. Daphne stared out at the pitch and mentally grumbled. This guy next to her was giving her more attention than her own date; the only guy that she wanted to give her attention.

"I'm going to go get snacks," Daphne said, suddenly standing up. She couldn't stand being there a second more. She needed some space. Harry and Ron looked up at her.

"Oh, okay. Did you want me to come with you?" Harry offered. But Daphne was too angry to comply.

"No," she snapped. "I can do it alone." Before she turned around to leave, she saw Ron chuckle which only made her angrier. She stomped out of the stands and towards the concession stands.

While she was waiting in line, she heard a deep voice from behind her.

"That's a nice jersey you have there, Daphne." She turned around to see Blaise Zabini behind her in line, a smirk on his face.

Daphne looked at her jersey without even thinking and saw that it had been charmed into a Chudley Cannon's jersey. She shrieked in anger and surprise and tried to tear it off of her. Blaise laughed but held her arms at her sides.

"As much as I'd love a Daphne peep show, you'd hate me later if I didn't stop you."

Daphne huffed before charming her jersey back to its original Falmouth dark grey jersey.

"That's much better," Blaise commented.

"What are you doing here?" Daphne asked.

"I own the team, Daphne," he told her, a smirk still on his face.

"I know that. I mean, what are you doing in line? Shouldn't you be having your food catered while sitting in your fancy owner's box?"

"Well," he said, picking a piece of lint off of his nice muggle suit, " I heard that you might be here and I'm just dying to meet the bloke that you're here with."

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