The cool winds of autumn started blowing through the city streets. The trees in Central Park were turning gold and the people started piling on their clothes. Some for warmth others for fashion. Daphne was the latter as she made her way through the park to her meeting spot with Harry. After spending her school years in Scotland the cold chill in the city never bothered her much. Even when the winter months showed their face.

After buying a small latte after she realized she had time to spare. During their couple months of friendship, Daphne realized that the only reason Harry Potter ever showed up anywhere on time was because of Hermione Granger. She had her suspicions confirmed when she and Tracey ended up waiting a half an hour for Harry to grace them with his presence. And making them late to the baseball game Tracey got tickets for.

Harry Potter time was 10 minutes later than everyone else's. And she was okay with that. It gave her more time to relax and have Daphne time. Something she rarely had time to do. Time to clear to her mind. Stop thinking about what she needed to change on her collection. And just walk around the city she loves.

Until she bumped into someone and spilled her hot coffee on both of them. "Oh god, I am so sorry."

"Oh don't worry about it. It was my fault." Daphne looked up to find a guy that cleared her mind. Being a designer she was used to being around attractive people, but she was able to separate work and pleasure. Now this time she wasn't meeting the tall muscular attractive man at work.

"I uh, no it was me. I was in my own little world." Holding out her hand, she figured if they were apologizing to each other and not going their separate ways, she could introduce herself. "I'm Daphne."

"Trey." He said giving her a dashing smile that brightens his blue eyes. "I feel like I need to make it up to you. Do you want me to buy you a new coffee?"

"I am actually meeting a friend."

"Dinner then? Please let me make it up to you, I feel bad."

Sighing softly, not wanting to seem too eager to agree right away. "Sure, dinner it is." Digging into her purse she pulled out her business card. "Call me to make plans."

"Will do. It was nice meeting, you Daphne."

"You as well, Trey." As he walked away, Daphne spotted Harry who had an impassive look on his face. "Harry, hey!"

"Hey." Looking behind him, he saw the guy who was talking to Daphne look back and Harry quickly pulled Daphne into a tight hug making sure her face wasn't visible. "Who was that you were talking too?"

"Uh, just this guy who offered to buy me dinner because he bumped into me." Stepping away from him to show off the coffee stain on her white shirt. "I haven't had time to get rid of the stain. Come on let's go get lunch I'm starving."

"So instead of getting you another coffee, he asked you out for dinner?" Tracey asked after Daphne told her the story. "Has he called yet?"

"It hasn't even been a full 12 hours yet since he asked Daphne. Guy code is he has to wait 3 days." Harry said after downing the whiskey he was given. "Or some other girl might be also waiting for his call that he never did. He looked like a player."

"Harry I'm going to say this in the nicest way possible." Resting her hand on his hand and in a comforting voice, Tracey said. "Shut up."

"You two can continue talking about my love life. I'm going to the bathroom." Daphne said laughing.

Waiting for Daphne to be out of earshot, Tracey kept all her attention on Harry. "What is your problem with Trey? Did you meet him?"

"No, but I saw him and Daphne talking. He doesn't look like a good guy. You know with his perfect everything." Running his fingers thru his dark hair. "The blonde hair, the muscles. Who would want that?"

"Harry Potter are you jealous?" If he said yes, Harry knew Tracey would never let him forget what he was feeling. But if he said no, Harry knew that Tracey would still never let him forget.

"Of course I am. I have liked her since I got here!" Harry exclaimed forgetting that they were in a bar and anybody who was close enough to hear was staring.

Chuckling nervously, the brunette waved everyone away. "Nothing to see here folks. Just a lovesick guy, nothing new go back to your drinking." Turning back to Harry, "Then why haven't you asked her out? Daphne cares about you."

"Because I can't."

"Why not? Clearly, you both like each other. Daphne doesn't spend all her free time with you for nothing. Ask her out before this Trey guy calls and they fall in love and get married."

Slouching in his chair, he played with his empty glass wishing he didn't down his drink. Luckily Tracey picked up on that and ordered another round of drinks. Letting Harry gather his thoughts. "I was cheated on."

"Oh Harry, I am so sorry." Watching him take a healthy gulp of whiskey, she waited to see if he was going to say anything else. When he didn't say anything, Tracey didn't know what to do. They weren't as close as he and Daphne, but they were still friends. And she wanted him to know that she was there for him. "I was cheated on once. It was horrible when I found out, but now when I think back. It was probably the best thing that happened to me. No matter how hurt I was when it happened, I would have never ended up here in New York."

"How long were you two together when it happened?"

"About a year."

Scoffing into his glass, he knew he shouldn't compare the length of the relationships they were in. Heartbreak was heartbreak after all. But his heartbreak was still fresh, "Try five years and I was going to propose to her the night I found her in bed with her ex-boyfriend. Who she left to be with me."

"She sounds like such a lovely person." Rolling her eyes, before taking Harry's hand in her own. "We should burn anything you have that reminds you of her."

"That is an amazing idea."

"What's an amazing idea?" Daphne asked when she made it back to the table. Her eyebrow raised slightly when she watched Harry quickly take his hand away from Tracey's.

"Oh, Harry wants-"

"To go to karaoke," Harry said cutting off Tracey. While he knew he had to tell Daphne eventually why he was here in America for an undisclosed amount of time. He wasn't ready. Tracey didn't know anything about his life. Harry Potter wasn't as big of a deal in the American wizarding community as he was in England. As Tracey put it, they heard about him in the newspaper after the war with Voldemort was over but nobody would fawn over him. Daphne, on the other hand, knew everyone and the talk about him from England.

"None of us know how to sing. Why would that be fun?" Daphne asked with a confused look on her face.

Sighing softly, Tracey gave Harry a slight nod. Understanding how he was feeling, and a bar was definitely not the place to continue the conversation they were having. Let alone adding Daphne to the mix. "Because we are just drunk enough where we won't care."

Not disagreeing with logic, Daphne nodded her head and followed the two out of the bar. After they did one more round of shots.

Harry woke up to the sound of laughter coming from the kitchen. Sitting up from the makeshift bed in the living room of Tracey and Daphne's apartment, Harry could feel the hangover headache greet him like an annoying friend. He hoped from the laughter that he heard, the girls had a hangover potion stash somewhere.

Walking into the kitchen, he found Daphne talking on the phone and Tracey holding tightly onto a mug. Making himself a cup of coffee, he found a vile sitting next to the pot. Sighing gratefully after both Daphne and Tracey nodded, he took a swig from the vile letting the potion do its work. Once his headache disappeared he took a seat across from Tracey.

"Who is she on the phone with?" Harry asked taking a sip of his coffee.

Giving him a comforting look, Tracey replied. "Trey, the guy from the park. Guess he doesn't follow the whole wait three days things."

"Well with a girl like Daphne, I wouldn't either." Looking down at his coffee, he couldn't help but wonder if he lost his chance with Daphne. Even though he wasn't officially over Ginny, he never thought about his ex when with Daphne. She made him happy and carefree. Feelings he hadn't felt in years. Feelings he was supposed to feel when with Ginny. Looking back at Daphne, he could see how happy she was just talking to this other guy. "I'm going to go."

Tracey said bye while Daphne only waved right before he left the girls apartment right before he landed on his hotel bed.