Honestly, the next story I write, if I choose to do it, will start off with the characters in a relationship. It's so much easier to do. It took a long time to actually get this chapter to come together so I hope you enjoy it.

"So what are you doing now Daphne?"

Daphne sighed and stopped writing, her fingers held onto the tip of her orange feather quill. "I'm still working Tori." She muttered, "Just like I was five minutes ago when you asked me."

Astoria rolled her eyes, "I know what you said five minutes ago but come on. That was five minutes ago. Shouldn't you be done by now?"

"I would be further along if someone wasn't constantly interrupting me." She answered, narrowing her eyes and stared at her sister. "Why are you here anyway? I thought you had a date tonight?"

"I did but I cancelled. I couldn't endure one more night with another guy talking about his boring life. What is with every single male out there? Do they think that all we care about is the size of his bank account?" Astoria rambled, "Why is it so hard for me to find someone that treats me the same way that Harry treats you?"

"Maybe if you changed the way you dress..." Daphne suggested, "You wouldn't have this problem."

"There's nothing wrong with the way I dress!" Astoria snapped. "Maybe if you took my advice once in a while, you wouldn't be stuck inside your apartment on a Saturday afternoon."

"I'm working!" Daphne stressed, pointing to several stacks of papers by her side. "I need to get this done or else I'm done."

"But I'm bored! Why can't you take a break and have a glass of wine with me? It feels like we haven't seen each other in months!"

"What are you talking about? I had dinner with you last week." Daphne deadpanned. "You ordered the Mushroom Risotto and complained about how unfair our mother is."

"Exactly my point! We're usually able to cover more grounds than that!" Astoria exclaimed. "It just feels like we're running short on time now that you're involved with Potter. It won't be much longer before you're married and starts popping little baby Potters out." She pretended to cradle a baby with her hands, shaking side to side to emphasis her point.

Daphne immediately blushed. This was one conversation that she was not prepared for. Sure, she thought about her future with Harry, the many different paths it could take her in life but she never thought once about starting a family with Harry... The very idea of having that kind of future with him brought a warm feeling to her chest. She quickly shook her head, putting a pin on that idea for the time being. She was going to revisit that at a later time.

"There's no way Harry would ever get between us nor would he ever want that." She softly said. "And besides... You can drop the act. I'm not going to let you interrogate him so you can stop with the overprotective little sister act."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Astoria innocently said, plopping further into the couch. She tilted her head backwards to stare at her sister and stuck out her tongue. "I'll have you know that I'm a delight to be around. He would be so lucky to have me in his life."

Even while she was upside-down, she could still see the frown on Daphne's face. "What? I'm adorable and the sooner you let me meet him, the sooner he'll be able to experience me first hand. It's a win-win for everyone."

"I'll think about it." Daphne dryly replied, returning her focus back to the notes in front of her. "Can I trust you to just sit there for an hour while I finish up with this paperwork?"

Astoria snorted, "Of course not. We both know that I'm going to wander your apartment trying to uncover any dirty little secret that you may have about Harry."

"So the usual then?"

"Of course." Astoria answered as she jumped up. She took a quick look around and nodded, deciding that the living room was the best place to start. If Potter did come over, there has to be some kind of evidence that he left behind. Some loose change, a few strands of black hair. Hell, she would even settle for an oversize sweatshirt. Anything that would prove her theory.

From the corner of her eyes, she could see Daphne sitting there looking so relaxed that it irritated her. Renewing her determination, she ran into the bathroom and searched the trash bin. After several minutes, she ran back into the living room and started looking under the couch and between the seat cushions.

"You know, this would be a lot easier if you just admit that you're dating Potter." She growled, glaring at her sister.

"It would be wouldn't it?" Daphne cheekily answered. She could feel the irritation rolling off her sister but she was having too much fun teasing her to care. Any thoughts she had about work was long gone and she resigned to the fact that she was going to have to finish it tomorrow. She got up from her seat and stretched her body, feeling extremely satisfied as her bones popped. She made her way over to the couch and sat down, content with watching her sister search through every nook and cranny in her apartment. "Do you mind dusting while you're doing that?"

"Sure. Do you want some butterbeer with that as well?" Astoria retorted, "Oh and how about I whip us up some dinner too?"

"Only if you're offering."

"Well I wasn't so stop distracting me. I know you're hiding something."

Her mind began to wander as her attention shifted away from her sister to the empty spot next to her. She couldn't help but smile, remembering fondly that not twenty-four hours ago, Harry was sitting in that very seat. She told him that it was going to be a very boring night, with the amount of work that she took home from the office.

This is your last chance Harry. You don't have to stay here if you don't want to. She remember teasing him but Harry being Harry wouldn't reconsider. He stepped out for a few minutes only to return with some dinner and she couldn't help but to smile at his thoughtfulness.

The night went by so fast that the next thing Daphne remembered was waking up in the middle of the night next to Harry. Her body was position in such a way that she somehow recall grinding against him, pulling him as close as possible to her. She could still remember the way his arms were wrapped around her midsection, holding her tightly against him. She supposed it was rude to just wake up so she happily leaned into the crook of his shoulder, letting sleep claim her once more.

"I've always found it odd that you would keep some dried flowers pressed inside this picture frame Daphne."

"It's a nice decoration piece." Daphne softly answered, her attention shifting back to Astoria. "I think it brightens up the room."

"And what about this jar of seashells? It doesn't seem like you to keep something like this."

"There's nothing symbolic about a jar of seashells Astoria. I think you're being paranoid."

Astoria grunted and resumed her search while Daphne merely shook her head, letting out a sigh of relief as her sister moved on. She wasn't even sure why she was holding onto her breath. Did a piece of her want Astoria to find out? She pondered for several seconds before groaning in frustration. She could feel her heart yelling at her to stop being so logical, so structured. She frowned in response and grabbed the closest pillow and clutched it against her chest.

"When did you start reading books about Quidditch?"

"I didn't." Daphne answered, confused at the question. "The only books on that shelf should be related to travel..." Her voice suddenly trailed off and her eyes widened. Her heart started beating faster and faster as she jumped up from the couch, letting the pillow fall to the floor. Just hearing about Quidditch made her think back to last weekend when Harry took her to a game in Ireland.

She wasn't the biggest fan of the sport but when she saw the excitement on Harry's face, she didn't have the heart to decline. Not that she would have anyway.

Astoria made a face as she stared at the books. "You feel it don't you? This lingering magic..." She paused. "I think it's a... disillusion charm..." She then started giggling as she turned to Daphne, a sly smirk on her face. "Should we see what's hiding behind door number one?"

"Ah you know what Astoria. It's nothing." Daphne said, trying to downplay the whole matter. "That lingering magic that you're feeling was just me. I was doing some cleanup charms earlier this morning and I must have used more power than normal."

"If that's the case, let me take care of it for you." Astoria offered, pulling her wand out. "It'll be over before you can say patronus..."

"Don't!" Daphne shouted but it was already too late.

Astoria was already in motion, her wand swishing at the empty space in front of the books. The effect was immediate and what used to be a stack of books slowly faded away, revealing a clear glass case with a golden snitch inside. "That was a little disappointing..." She commented. "I was expecting more granular from Potter... This is just sad."

Daphne rolled her eyes and held out her hand, gesturing for Astoria to hand over the case. "No one's asking you for your opinion Tori."

"Whatever." Astoria replied. She was just about to give Daphne the case when she spotted some engraving on it. "Wait a minute." She leaned in closer to read the words. "Ireland... vs... Romania Grand... Finals..." Her eyes widened and turned towards her sister. "Oh my god Daphne! How on earth did Potter manage to get something like this?"

"I don't know Astoria."

"Don't you understand just how big this is? Oh Merlin, it must have cost him a pretty galleon!"

"Astoria..."

"Daphne, the Quidditch League never gives out the winning snitch to anyone. Like ever. The winning team usually keeps it for their private collections but Harry must have pulled some serious strings just to get it for you." She let out a small whistle as she held the case above her head. "I wonder what he paid for this."

"Astoria!" Daphne shouted, finally getting her sister's attention. "Can we not make a big deal out of this?" She pleaded. Her cheeks were already red from all of this and she did not need her sister embarrassing her anymore.

"I could... but where's the fun in that?" Astoria smirked, completely enjoying this. "And just so you know, this isn't that common, it doesn't happen to everyone and it is a big deal. Why is it so hard to accept that you two are perfect for each other? It's so obvious that even when he's not here, you're thinking about him. It's very nauseating if I'm being honest."

"Harry and I aren't like that. We're not even in a relationship. We're just two people who enjoy spending time with each other."

"And I'm the Minister of Magic. Come on Daphne. Who are you fooling here?" Astoria shook her head as she handed the case over. "He likes you, you like him. This is simple relationship math!"

"It's not that simple Astoria..."

"Yes it is! It's only complicated if you make it complicated." Astoria argued. "Wait, why don't you ask him out? You're a strong, independent woman. You can make the first move!"

"In case you've forgotten, Harry just got out of a long-term relationship. I think it's reasonable to give him some space while he figures out what he wants to do with his life."

"No." Astoria answered, shaking her head. "No. No. No." She started walking back over to the couch and grabbed her jacket. She turned around and pointed her finger at Daphne. "I'm tired of you dancing around with your feelings. Liking someone should not be this difficult and when I get back with our dinner, I swear I'm going to make you ask Potter out."

Daphne opened her mouth to reply but before she could, Astoria was already gone. She just shook her head, already knowing how this discussion was going to go. She looked down at the case and fondly smiled. "You really would do anything wouldn't you Harry?" She whispered, remembering about how she commented about how cool it would be to have a golden snitch.

It was just a random thought and never in a million years would did she expect Harry to give her one, let alone the game winning snitch.

Astoria grunted as she apparated to the ground floor, choosing to walk to the restaurant instead of doing it the magical way. After all that, she needed to cool off and it was very convenient that Daphne chose to live in the magical section of London where there were a lot of food options. She sighed and stood in the lobby, trying to decide what to get for them. Maybe she should go back up and ask Daphne but just as she was about to apparate back upstairs, she was interrupted by someone else apparating in.

The noise startled her and she turned around, fully intending to yell at this inconsiderate person but her body halted when she recognized him. How can she not? His face was plastered on every newspaper for the past decade. He was the man who single-handedly defeated Voldemort and if she was being honest with herself, he was the man that will be marrying his sister.

Harry Potter just didn't know it yet.

She stood there, pretending to mind her own business while sneaking glances at him. Her eyes slowly looked him over and she smacked her lips. The pictures did not do this man justice. Not. One. Bit.

Even under that dark jacket with a blue t-shirt combination, she could tell that he had a body of an athlete, someone who's ripped with muscles. She shuddered involuntarily as she pushed all those mental pictures out of her head, especially the ones that involved some kind of ice cream on his chest.

No. That is Daphne's man! She scolded herself. Do not think about your future brother-in-law that way.

But it was just so hard not to picture him naked. She groaned, the idea of just aimlessly walking outside sounding more and more like a good idea. "Why did you have to be so hot Harry Potter." She mumbled.

"Excuse me?" His voice asked, "Are you okay Miss?"

Astoria looked away, feeling flustered. "I'm fine Potter. I just need a few seconds to myself."

Harry laughed. "You know, you're the second person to confuse me with Harry Potter. I'm flattered but my name is Harrison Evans."

"No it's not." Astoria pouted. "Do you honestly expect me to believe that you're not Harry Potter? Even though you look exactly like his pictures?"

"If there's anything that I learned over the years, it's that I can't force you to believe in something."

"How very noble of you Harry Potter."

"What makes you so sure that I'm him?"

"Because I am." Astoria stated, rolling her eyes. "There isn't a single person in our community that doesn't know who you are... even if you disappear for months at a time."

"Then I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. You seem to know me pretty well based on your tone whereas I don't have any idea of who you are."

"See, that's the problem right there! How can she expect me to get to know you if she keeps hiding you away?"

Harry took a step back, narrowing his eyes as he stared at the blonde in front of him. "Are you... okay Miss?" He slowly asked. "Is there someone that I can call to come get you?" He chose his words carefully, not wanting to irritate her any further.

"I'm perfectly fine!" Astoria cheerfully replied and then stopped. "Wait, why do you think I need help?" Her eyes quickly widened and she shook her head, the cheerful expression changed into a scowl. "I'm not crazy Potter! God. Okay I know I'm being elusive but if you stop interrupting me, we would be having a much better conversation."

"Well okay..." Harry hesitantly said, still not taking his eyes off her. "Then who is she that you're referring to?

Astoria gasped. "That's a little hurtful that you can't even spot the similarity between us!" She frowned and then introduced herself. "My name is Astoria Greengrass, the younger, much more adorable sister to Daphne Greengrass!"

"Ah..." Harry replied, completely caught off-guard by the introduction. "So what can I do for you Miss Greengrass?"

"You can do a lot actually." Astoria said. "First off, you can march your ass up stairs and start making out with my sister and afterwards, we can discuss the possibility of you two officially becoming a couple."

"Huh?" He answered, gobsmacked. "Hold on, can we take a few steps back first?"

"It's like Déjà vu all over again..." Astoria muttered. "Okay, what is going on between the two of you? It's like everyone is playing relationship chicken." She sighed and took a few steps forward, fully aware that she was now standing very close to Harry. "You need to go up there and kiss her until she passes out from the lack of oxygen Potter. I'll even allow you to cop a feel if that means that you get your head out of your ass."

"I think you need to take a step back." Harry warned. "I don't like it when strangers invade my personal space."

"Or what Potter? You're going to do something to me?" Astoria challenged, her eyes glaring back at Harry. She was fully aware of the magic surrounding him but she was too stubborn to just back down. "What's the matter? Are you scared of actually being in a relationship that stimulates you both physically and mentally?"

"Never."

"Then what's the issue?" Astoria asked, throwing her hands in the air. "It's so simple. She likes you. You like her."

"I know. I know all of that." Harry growled. "I don't need you to tell me about something that I already know." He turned around and ran his hand through his hair. "I'm not blind Miss Greengrass. I know just how special your sister is."

"Then why don't you do something about it?" Astoria softly asked, finally taking a few steps back. "I don't know what your reasons are but you need to fix it and fix it fast. Daphne will only wait for so long but I don't think I need to tell you that right?"

"No you don't."

"Then what are you still doing here Potter? Get a move on already."

His lips slowly turned upwards into a grin, chuckling as he shook his head. He couldn't believe that it took someone like Astoria to open his eyes. For the past week or so, he's been slowly torturing himself with this decision. He couldn't sleep, couldn't eat... couldn't function until he got this off his chest. "I know." He answered, no longer conflicted on what he needed to do.

"Don't hurt my sister." Astoria quietly added as she walked towards the door. She stopped and looked over her shoulder. "She's my best friend you know."

"You can kick my ass if I do."

"That was a given." She gave him once last nod before walking out the door, intending to find some place to get dinner. She looked up into the night sky and notice how clear it was. Perhaps it would be nice to just take the long way tonight.

Harry sighed and ran his hand through his hair, mentally preparing himself but this wasn't the place to do it. Not in the atrium of her apartment complex. He looked around for someplace where he could have some privacy but the only place he could find was a path leading him around the corner. With no other choice, he started walking but just as soon as he turned the corner, he found himself face to face with Daphne, who stood there looking just as shocked as he is.

His breath hitched, unsure of what to do. He could feel his heart beating against his chest and the only thing he wanted to know was just how much of that did she overhear?

Next chapter's going to be a hard one as well. It'll come when it comes... but until then. Review.