I'm back with a new story! This one will be a multi-chapter. I'm still working on figuring where I want this story to go. What I do know is that it will NOT be a Weasley bashing story. If I mention any Weasleys and it seems somewhat negative, it's not because I hate them. It is because, in my story, those characters are on a different path from my characters. I just want to make that clear to everybody. Anyway, here is the prologue to Some Kind of Disaster!

February 12th, 2003

"She's not here," Daphne said as she glanced at the dark, messy-haired wizard that stepped out of her fireplace. "You should learn to check before just waltzing in."

When she didn't get the typical response that would typically come after she informed this particular wizard, she set her book down to get a proper look at him. His hair was more disheveled than usual. His bright emerald eyes had a red trim around them. The somewhat cocky grin plastered on his face any time he entered her flat to talk to his roommate wasn't present.

Something was wrong with Harry Potter, and she had no idea what to do.

Daphne Greengrass never thought that when she befriended Hermione Granger, during their redo seventh year, Harry Potter would be a large yet small part of her life. Honestly, she should have expected it, since Hermione and Harry were attached to the hip. But when Hermione and Ron broke up, both realizing that they were much better off as friends, Harry was divided between the two.

He spent as much time as he could with his female best friend, but most of his time was spent with his male best friend. After getting married to Ron's little sister, it was hard not to avoid his new brother-in-law. And the wizarding world was thrilled at least one of their favorite couples got married. While the other only lasted three months.

Harry's time with Hermione was essential to the two and most done at Hermione and Daphne's shared flat. In turn, made Harry and Daphne form what you could call an acquaintance with one another.

"Do you know when she will be back?" Harry's voice cracked, making Daphne wish that Hermione was gone. Daphne was usually the last person anyone would come to when they were upset. Her go-to instinct was to feed the person. Hoping a food coma would happen before they brought up their feelings. She could never come up with good advice. And eating her feelings always seemed to help when a crisis would arise.

Shaking her head, picturing what the curly-haired witch was doing, "Hermione is not going to be back till Monday. Theo placed this big weekend getaway for them." Really she planned it, but Harry didn't need to know that detail.

"Oh, uh, well, I'll just go." He said, reaching for the floo powder that was sitting on the mantel.

"Do you need to talk? I know I'm not Hermione, and we barely know each other, but I have some treacle tart and wine."

A moment passed before Harry decided what he wanted to do. But when Daphne watched as he set down the jar that held the powder down, she gave him a light smile and pulled out what she promised from the kitchen.

Not until Daphne opened the second bottle of elfish wine that Harry started to talk. Not that she blamed him; they barely knew each other and what he wanted, needed, to talk about was very personal. No matter what house you were in or how many Dark Lords you've defeated.

"My marriage is over." He said so quietly that Daphne could almost not hear him. Almost.

Taking a big sip of her wine, Daphne tried to keep her expression cool, "Why would you say that? Anytime I see you and Ginny, you seem happy."

"It was a front for the public. We haven't been happy for a long time. Hermione was the only one who knew the truth." He said, downing the rest of his wine before filling up another glass, along with topping off her own. It at least explained why Harry had been over much more in the past months. "We didn't agree on a lot. Our first year of marriage was honestly the best year of my life, but I'm not sure if that was because the war was finally over. The last of the Death Eaters were rounded up and sent to Azkaban, and I could rest. Marrying Ginny seemed like the right step, even if we were young."

"Just because something seems like it's the right step doesn't mean it is the right step for you," Daphne said, remembering what Hermione said after her break up with Ron.

A sad smile stretched across his lips, "Hermione told you that?"

Nodding her head, a smile of her own rested on her lips, "She did, not sure if it was to herself or me. But it is good advice, so I use it as my own sometimes."

"She is the brightest witch of our age for a reason."

"That she is," Daphne said, watching Harry finish his glass once again. "Now tell me how you ended up in an unhappy marriage."

"We want different things. I wanted to start a family; becoming a father is a dream of mine. But Ginny wants to pursue her quidditch career. I'm not against her having a career. She's just against having children."

"She doesn't want to have any children?" Daphne asked, surprised as she thought about the Weasley family. They were all about being a family. Adding another into their pack seemed like something all the Wesley children would want to do. She couldn't believe that the youngest and only Weasley daughter wouldn't want to have children. Especially with the love of her life.

Shaking his head, "Ginny thought she did when we first got together. But after she watched her siblings start juggling their careers with their children, some just stop working altogether, I guess the appeal disappeared."

"So, not having children is the reason your marriage fell apart?"

"No, her move to Canada to play for the Haileybury Hammers is." He spat out before he finished the remainder of the wine, "I have been focusing so much on my career that she thought he own was disappearing. And then, when I brought up wanting to start a family with the woman with who I planned on spending the rest of my life, it was the last straw. So I gave her an ultimatum, me or quidditch."

"And she picked quidditch," Daphne whispered as she squeezed his hand, "I'm sorry."

A bitter smile was resting on Harry's lips as he looks down at Daphne's hand. Daphne quickly moved her hand, not knowing if touching him was why the bitter smile showed up or the conversation. Possible both, for all she knew.

"Don't be, Daphne. A marriage that has ultimatums isn't a marriage anyone should have. Besides, we've been drifting apart for a while. It's just insane quidditch is what tore up apart."

The next morning, Daphne woke up from the best sleep of her life. She had never felt this well rested before, even after a crazy drunken night. A fantastic drunken night with Harry Potter. After they finished the last of the wine, Daphne thought it would be a good idea to break out the vodka. From there, the two stayed far away from Harry's broken marriage and talked about whatever topic came up. He an Auror and her a Genealogist. Their families, and then their time at Hogwarts.

When the topics got too serious, which happened quite often when Harry opened his mouth. Daphne would throw a shot down bother their throats. They would either have a dance party or fall into a fit of giggles. Or both.

Daphne told him stories of her and her little sister playing in their gardens while her parents wanted to keep the topics light. Or how she got into genealogy was because of the lessons her grandmother taught her of their family history. The only part of pureblood adequate studies she enjoyed growing up. And hopefully, find a reason why her little sister was forced to have a shorter life because of their ancestors. But she didn't dare mention that to Harry.

Turning around in her bed, she found another body next to hers. Panic raised when she searched her brain to remember what the last thing she and Harry did. Eyes widening as the memory of Harry playing with her long blonde hair as he whispered,

"Every boy in Hogwarts had a crush on Daphne Greengrass, the Ice Queen. I wish I was brave enough to try back then."

Their lips met for what they both thought was going to be a light soft kiss. That was until they tasted each other, and the rest was history. Daphne wasn't that surprised to find Harry in her bed. She was surprised that she slept with a man who she barely knew and was or wasn't married.

According to Harry, the divorce was happening before Ginny moved to Canada officially. But when he told her that, she was on her seventh glass of wine and took a vodka shot. She didn't blame herself too severely, as her memory was not topnotch at the moment.

Instead of staying in bed, waiting for Harry to wake up to discover what they did the night before. Daphne slowly got out of the bed and threw on whatever clothes she could find to run out of the bedroom. Her first stop was to the bathroom she and Hermione shared, where they kept their hangover potions.

After she downed the vile purple potion, she brushed her teeth and cleansed her face. Feeling somewhat presentable, she grabbed another potion, assuming Harry would want one, and made her way to the kitchen.

The first step was to make some coffee. Daphne usually was a tea drinker, but after a night of drinking and bad decisions, she needed something much more potent. Her good night's sleep was starting to wear off the longer she thought about the mess she was in. And she had to be somewhat productive.

After silently thanking Theo in her head for introducing her to coffee during their seventh year, the first one. She started making breakfast.

Once she plated her eggs and bacon, Harry walked into the kitchen, shirtless. Glancing down at herself, she realized that she grabbed his shirt off the floor.

"Good morning. There is some coffee, eggs, and bacon if you want any." Daphne mumbled as she sat at the small kitchen table, "Oh! And a hangover potion."

Studying Harry as he moved seamlessly in her kitchen shirtless, she could feel her cheeks burning up. She knew that Harry was an attractive man. And clearly was attracted to him; her choices last night made that very clear. But she barely remembered what he looked naked. And now there he was in her kitchen shirtless, pouring himself a cup of coffee, as she thanked the Auror Crops for giving him the chiseled body.

The room was quiet for a few minutes as the two ate their breakfast. They both knew they needed their strength to have any type of conversation with one another. And they both knew what the conversation was going to be.

"I don't regret what we did."

Daphne's aqua eyes widened when those six words came out of his mouth. She thought for sure that he would regret what they did. He was still married. Possibly. "I-I didn't think that you would be okay with it. I don't know if I'm okay with it."

"We signed the papers yesterday."

"Why didn't you tell me yesterday that you signed the papers?"

Letting out a light laugh, he took another bite of his eggs before saying, "I thought me saying my marriage was over was enough to go on."

"It is, but to be fair, I was drinking. And a lot of people say their marriage is over before signing anything," Daphne said, her laugh joining his.

Letting out a happy sigh, "I just wanted you to know that. I don't regret it. But if you do, that's okay. We barely know each other, after all."

Nodding her head, she stood up from her spot, "If we are going to talk about this. I'm going to get you a shirt."

April 16th, 2003

Nine Weeks Later…

"Daphne, are you okay?" Hermione asked as she walked into her best friend's room. When she got home from a long day at work, she usually could find Daphne sitting in the living room or kitchen, listening to music, working on her project she brought home from work. But instead, she found her best friend lying in her bed. Facedown in the pillows, in silence.

When the curly-haired witch realized that Daphne was crying, she climbed onto her bed and just held her. After a few minutes of Hermione rubbing small circles on Daphne's back, Hermione knew she needed to get Daphne to talk, "Hey, talk to me. If you don't talk to me, I will get Theo or Astoria to figure out what's wrong with you. And you know I am much nicer getting information out of you than they are."

"I don't know how this could have happened." Daphne whispered against her pillow, "I'm normally so careful, but now."

"What happened?" Hermione asked, scooting down to be face to face with the crying witch.

Letting out one more chocked sob, "I'm pregnant."

"Oh, Daph, that's not terrible," Hermione said, trying to hide her surprise. Daphne was pregnant. The Slytherin witch wasn't one to sleep around, and she didn't have a boyfriend that Hermione knew of, at least. "Do you know who the father is?"

"Harry Potter."