"Good morning, sleepyhead," Harry said holding a trey full of Daphne's favorite breakfast food. He loved when Daphne slept over at his apartment. She only did when she worked at her office. Which made Harry want to spoil her. Elfish tea was her drink of choice. Waffles, with fresh strawberries and raspberries, along with a side of sausage.

Moaning lightly as she sat up in what she called the world's comfiest bed. Harry had bought the softest bed he could find and even added a cushioning charm to it. His reasoning made sense to her when he explained his bed at the Dursley's and then finding anything he could sleep on when he was on the run during the war. Sometimes a cushioning charm wouldn't do the trick. No matter how strong he, Hermione or Ron cast the spell. "You didn't have to cook for me."

"I know." Setting the breakfast tray on her lap, he gave her a light kiss. "But I can spoil my girlfriend if I want too."

"Well if this is the treatment I get when spending the night, maybe I should stay the night every night."

"I certainly won't complain," Harry said as he climbed back into bed with Daphne. "Are all the dresses ready for the wedding?"

"Sure are. Including your suit." She said with a bright smile as he groaned softly. Harry, who didn't like to dress up often, convinced her that him wearing a suit would be much better than him wearing dress robes. Honestly, Harry didn't need to convince her that he should wear a suit instead. She liked him in a suit. And was never one to enjoy the stuffy dress robes herself, when she had to wear them as a child during stuffy pureblood events.

The two wanted to stay in their New York bubble for as long as they could. But with Astoria's wedding less than a month away, Daphne had to travel to England to help finalize the last of the wedding. And with Harry being her date, something that no one in England has become aware of, they knew it was going to cause a conniption with both their families. Let alone the opinions of the British wizarding community.

"Only two more days."

"Two more days."

With taking muggle transportation back to England, it gave Harry and Daphne more of an opportunity to finalize how they were going to break the news to everyone. And to keep their entrance back quiet. Going through the ministry to get a protect would have involved a leak. Something neither wanted to deal with the second they returned.

They were going to do everything together. Daphne was very stern with Harry on that front. The latter wanted to tell his friends alone, he didn't want Daphne hearing anything about her being a snake. And why he didn't tell them about her. But she wanted to be there to stand up for herself.

Which was the exact reason Harry said he wanted to be at the meeting of her parents. He didn't want them to think he was the man who the papers wrote about so freely. That he doesn't like to flaunt his fame.

Making it back to Grimmauld Place, Harry set their bags down and looked around. The last time he was in this house was when he was packing to New York. To get away from everything here. To get away from the press. To get away from his cheating girlfriend.

And now he was back with his new girlfriend who he loved, getting ready to see his friends and meet her family. He couldn't believe who fast things changed in just half a years.

"Do you think this is okay to meet your friends in? I didn't want to be overdressed." Daphne asked as she walked down the stairs after freshen herself up. Claiming that she had airplane smell. "But now I feel undressed."

Harry took a good look at her and smiled as his heart skipped in his chest. Anything Daphne wore, she looked like a goddess. From sweatpants to little black dresses. He loved her in everything. And right now in her slim blue jeans and white t-shirt made her look like a goddess. No matter how simple she claimed the outfit to be.

"You look amazing. Perfect even."

"You're just saying that." She said as she wrapped her arms around his neck with a bright smile of her own.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true." Capturing her lips in a kiss, he popped them to the front door of Hermione and Ron Weasley's home.

Pulling away from the kiss, Daphne looked at her new surroundings. It was something she had to get used to being with Harry. He liked the excitement of her not knowing exactly where they were going. Normally she would be too. But now instead of a restaurant that Harry wanted her to try with him, she was standing in front of her boyfriend's best friend's house.

She watched as Harry knocked on the cottage door and waited for the door to open. Once she heard a click, she summoned all the courage she hoped Harry rubbed off on her when she was standing face to face with the Brightest Witch of her Age, Hermione Granger-Weasley.

"Harry?!" Daphne watched as her boyfriend got attacked by his best friend with the most audial hug she had ever seen. She had heard that Hermione's hugs where powerful. No one could understand how a petite woman could make strong men lose their breath. "Why didn't you tell us you were coming back?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise." Harry struggled to say, before adding. "Mione I'd like to be able to breathe."

Pulling away from their hug, Hermione looked at the second person standing at her doorstep. "Daphne Greengrass, correct?"

"Yes." Daphne wanted to keep her words short as she didn't want them to think that she was afraid of Harry's friends. Even though, honestly, she kinda is.

"It's good to see you again." The curly-haired witch said as she invited the two into her home. "Harry, can you take her to the sitting room? I am going to grab Ron quickly."

Before Harry could give his reply to Hermione, she disappeared into another room. Sighing, he directed Daphne to the sitting room. The couple sat on the couch and Daphne was quite happy when she realized Harry didn't let go of her hand when they sat. She was nervous and the more nervous she got, the more protective she would get her self-preservation.

"Everything is going to be okay," Harry whispered into her ear as his two friends walked into the sitting room. Squeezing her hand one more time, he stood up and hugged both Ron and Hermione. "I don't know if either of you remembers her, but this is Daphne Greengrass."

"I remember you, you always gave me a run for my money during school," Hermione said holding out her hand towards the blonde. "It's nice to meet you though."

"You as well," Daphne said connecting her own in her's. Smiling to herself when she heard Harry let out a small sigh in relief. One down and one more to go. Turning her attention to the tall redheaded male in the room. "You too, Ron."

The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop from a mile away as well as being able to cut the tension. Ron stared the girl his best friend brought back from America. He knew he was going to be stuck in a hard place when Ginny found out about Harry being back. And to top it all off with a different girl on his arm. But not just any girl, Daphne Greengrass. The Ice Queen. The girl that every boy wanted and none could get.

"Greengrass." He said quickly before turning to Harry and clapping his friend's back. "I missed you, man."

"Missed you too, Ron." Harry pulled Daphne onto the couch, keeping her close to him. While they may have gotten through the introductions smoothly, that doesn't mean the rest of this outing was going to go the same way. "How have you guys been?"

"Well, 'Mione here got a promotion. Now the new Deputy Director of Magical Law Enforcement. Youngest one yet." Ron said wrapping his arm around his blushing wife.

"That's amazing!" Harry exclaimed as Daphne nodded in agreement. "You'll be Minister of Magic in no time."

"Let's not get too ahead of ourselves quite yet," Hermione said smiling at the two boys before her smile dropped. "And enough about me, we need to know more about Daphne."

"Oh there's not much to know-" Daphne began to say as Harry cut her off

"Daph is a designer. Has her own clothing line, it is very popular. Technically our first date was at a club after one of her fashion shows."

Raising one of her perfectly plucked eyebrows at her boyfriend, "What do you mean first date? That was not our first date."

"It was the day I decided I was going to go after you. So in my mind, it was."

"You should have kissed me at the door then we wouldn't have had to wait two months."

"I didn't know if you wanted me to."

"Of course I did. I mean have you looked in a mirror?"

"I just got to New York, I wasn't ready."

Softening her look just slightly, Daphne gave him a peck on the lips before replying. "I know."

"Well, that was very entertaining," Ron said reminding the couple on the couch they weren't alone. Harry took a look at both his friends and the smile he already wore became brighter. Both Ron and Hermione shared the same amused look. And he hoped they could tell he was truly happy for what he thinks is the first time in his whole life.

"I'm going to make some tea." Hermione said standing up from her spot. She gave everyone a look but lingered on Daphne much longer than the two boys who have been in her life since they were eleven.

"I'll help," Daphne said following the other witch, knowing very well that was what she wanted. She stood in the kitchen as Hermione took down everything they needed to make the tea. Enjoying the fact, she did it the muggle way. Something Daphne herself started to catch herself doing when she was at Harry's. And knowing that it was time for her and Hermione to talk. "I'm going to be frank. You weren't expecting Harry to come back to New York with anybody. Let alone me."

"No, you weren't." Turning her attention to the blonde, Hermione stood straight and tall. Reminding Daphne exactly who she is. "I honestly thought Harry was going to come back right away and forgive Ginny. Not that I wanted him too." Hermione added when she saw Daphne about to interrupt her. "But the longer it took him to come back, the more I knew he was truly wanting to move on. And I just didn't think that he would come back with a woman. Let alone you."

"Trust me if I was in your shoes, I would have thought the same thing. Hell, Harry didn't even tell me why he left England until my sister wrote me a letter telling me all the gossip. I figured he would tell me when he was ready." Filling up the kettle with water before setting it on the stove. "We're good together and I really hope you see that."

Looking out in the living room, smiling to herself as she watched Harry and Ron joke around as they did in the Gryffindor common room. Normally she could count on one hand how many times Harry's smile reached his eyes and now she had to add another hand. "Harry's happy isn't he?"

"He tells me all the time how happy he is," Daphne said standing next to Hermione watching the two men. "And I may have not talked to you three at Hogwarts but it didn't take much to realize that Harry wasn't exactly the happiest person there."

"Very true." Hearing the kettle go off, Hermione looked once more at the girl her best friend brought home. "If you make him happy that's all that matters."