A/N: The Slytherin girls take Daphne out the night before her wedding. Viktor/Daphne.
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The Weird Prompt Strikes Back! [Daily Challenge]: [setting] The Polyjuice Brothel, where the hired help turns into your fantasy lover! (Certain celebrities are always on tap, supplying your own "ingredients" costs extra.)
The Matchmaker Game Challenge: Viktor Krum - Daphne Greengrass
Daphne frowned as her friends and sister pushed her through the entrance of the seedy brothel. She had explicitly told them to keep everything tame and a house of strippers was anything but.
"C'mon, Daph," her sister whined as she closed the door behind her, barely able to make her out in the hazy waiting room. "You only get married once and I already paid for the private room and everything."
Daphne opened her mouth, ready to admonish her sister and threaten to tell their parents, when Pansy loudly announced, "They're ready for us."
Her eyes darted to the door. This was her last chance to escape these girls and get home, get a good night's rest for her wedding tomorrow.
"Don't get any bright ideas," Tracey said as she and Millicent linked arms with her, their combined strength more than enough to lift Daphne off the ground and practically carry her into the next room.
They dropped her into the best seat in the house, which was decorated in many balloons and sparklers. Daphne made to get up, but with a stern look from Millicent kept her seat.
"You'll love this, Daphne. I promise," Astoria said as she took a seat on the couch behind her.
Daphne sighed, leaning back in her chair and moving the warm sparklers aside. "Let's just get this over with." She looked around the dimly lit room, taking in the small stage before her and the shiny pole extended from the ceiling to the floor. Then her eyes landed on a door off the right. "So who's going to come through the door? A sexy half-naked healer? A sexy half-naked Auror?"
"How about a sexy half-naked Quidditch player?" Astoria teased.
Daphne sat up a bit straighter as she turned towards her sister. "What?"
"Iiiii might have read your diary and I know you have a celebrity crush on one particular player," Astoria admitted.
Before Daphne could do anything, the door off the right opened and in stepped her dream-man in all his shiny, Quidditch glory.
"Good evenink, ladies," the Krum said, the light of the sparklers dancing off his oiled chest as he came towards them. But then he stopped in front her and took her hand. "And good evenink, Miss Greengrass," he said, his accent thick slightly muffling his words. But Daphne didn't care.
All her cares and worries disappeared as she said, "You can call me, Daphne," amidst the cheers and teasings of the other girls. Maybe tonight wouldn't be too bad.