I've given up trying to write longer chapters. What length I write is the length I write. I hope you enjoy this look into Theo, and his and Daphne's relationship!

Theo winced as Daphne threw up yet again. He rubbed his best friends back soothingly as she bent over the toilet. "What's going on?" he asked, feeling rather stupid though he had no way to help her.

"Marjorie gave me some rather funny smelling fish and chips today," Daphne groaned.

"Marjorie?" Theo said uncomfortably.

"The manager at the bookshop," she replied. At this point, she was just dry-heaving.

"Oh," he said. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"I will be as soon as you kill me."

Theo's lips quirked into a grin. "I'll get right on that."

Finally, Daphne seemed to be done. Flushing the toilet, she leaned against the side of her tub. Theo joined her.

"Are you sure?" he asked as he got her a glass of water.

"Yeah," she said as she accepted the glass. "I just shouldn't trust Marjorie whenever she hands me some fish and chips."

"I wouldn't," Theo said.

For a minute, they sat in companionable silence. "Theo," Daphne finally said in a soft voice. "Have you ever thought about the future?"

Theo frowned. "Do you mean like what I'm going to be? Because Daph, you should already know that I'm training to be an Auror."

"No," she said. "I mean, marriage and kids."

Theo frowned as a sliver of an idea entered his mind. "Not really. Except that you'll be the godmother of my first kid," he finished with a grin. "I can assume I'll be the godfather of yours?"

Daphne smiled, though it looked more like a grimace. "Assuming the father doesn't have a best friend that he would want, and I use Astoria as the godmother."

Theo's eyes narrowed as the idea became more concrete. "Obviously, I love you more than you love me. I can't say that's the story of my life, but quite frankly that's the story of my life."

Daphne's smile turned a little more real. "Theo, I swear to you, if that's the case, then no matter what, I will have another kid to use you as their godfather."

Theo sniffed his nose in the air like he had seen Draco do far too many times. "I suppose that's acceptable," he said in a rather spot-on impression of the other boy's voice. "Why are you asking?" his voice getting softer as he said the question.

Daphne shrugged. "No reason."

If Theo didn't know her so well, he would think nothing was wrong. But Theo had known Daphne since they were five years old and she kicked him in the shins because he asked to have a bite of her candy bar. She was there when he cried over the death of his pet, and he was there when she cried over her grandfather's. They had decided to be Sorted into Slytherin before they even got on the train, so that they would be together. She was his best friend, his little sister, the person who knew everything about him and loved him anyway.

Something was up, something wrong, and she wasn't telling him. Other people, people who may be right, would say that Theo would need to push, but he wasn't going to.

Daphne was his friend, and if she wasn't telling him something, there was a reason for it. He knew her. He trusted her.

Theo had an idea. He could wait to find out if he was right.