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Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, just putting the characters into situations they've never been in in the books.
School of Prompts: Setting: A Movie Theater.
Drabble Club:
Quote: "When the going gets tough, the tough go clubbing." - Tony DiNozzo, NCIS
Quidditch Pitch:
Dialogue: "Charming? Well, the level of delusion some people live under is astounding."
Harry shows Daphne some small slices of the muggle world while taking a small break from hunting Horcruxes.
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Daphne was surprised when she heard a knock on the door. No one triggered the wards, and only so few people were actually keyed to them to allow them in without warning. She set down her book gently and went up to the door. She pulled out her wand and slowly opened the door.
"Harry! Wha-" she stopped herself. Harry shouldn't be here.
"What was the first thing I said to you in the Chamber of Secrets?"
"'How aren't you dead?'" replied Harry. "What did you say to after I first asked you out?"
Daphne smiled "'Charming? Well, the level of delusion some people live under is astonishing.' I can tell you that you are much better now than before." She wrapped Harry in a crushing embrace.
"What are you doing here?"
"It's too much. I need a small break. Just for one day." Daphne noticed the bags under his eyes. He was definitely exhausted, and haunted by something.
"Harry you can't go on a break. This is going to end the war! Stop You-know-who." She whispered to him, her voice was muffled by his shoulder. She leaned back slightly to look him in the eyes. "This is for the future, the Wizarding world's future..." She paused again, then added in barely a whisper, "our future."
"I just need a small break, one evening. Go out on a date with me?"
Daphne looked at him. "Alright, one night. But then you better kick that tosser's arse. Find his little trinkets, I'll keep you updated on everything else."
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"We aren't going to a club with you wearing that." Harry stated. Daphne was amazed how much he had perked up when she agreed to go with him on a date—in the middle of a war.
They acknowledged that they couldn't go into the Wizarding world, so Harry was now showing Daphne around muggle London. Their first stop was a department store to actually pick up some muggle clothes for Daphne.
She took one step in and looked around in amazement. "They have all these choices?"
Harry chuckled. "These aren't tailor fit like your robes are, but they do have a lot more choices."
Daphne dove through the clothes, picking out the shirts and jeans that she liked and handing them to Harry. After she collected a sizable chunk of clothes, she sat Harry down in front of a changing room and proceeded to give Harry a private fashion show. She asked his opinion on every single outfit and Harry was delighted to tell her how nice she looked in every outfit.
Eventually they finished and Daphne bought pretty much every outfit she had tried on. She changed into a soft V-Neck t-shirt and a comfortable set of jeans, blending in with muggles much better.
As they left Harry called for Dobby.
"Yes Master Harry Potter sir? You be calling Dobby?"
"Dobby, I need you to take these clothes to Daphne's room in Greengrass Manor."
"Anything for great master Harry Potter sir!" Harry rolled his eyes at the title, and Dobby eagerly grabbed the clothes and vanished with a small crack.
"Where to next?" Daphne inquired, still admiring the comfortable way the clothes fit on her. She vowed that she wouldn't wear the stiff, formless witches robes unless she had to.
"We have some time, how about a movie?"
"Whats a movie?"
"Purebloods," muttered Harry. Then louder, he said, "You'll see."
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"Popcorn?" Harry offered Daphne.
"I have a figure to keep," she replied, giving him a small glare. Then she reached over and grabbed a single piece and popped it into her mouth.
Harry looked slightly amused, he shrugged and then continued munching on it.
"So isn't this just like a wizard photo? What's so special about that?"
"Its longer, and it tells an actual story."
The lights dimmed in the theater and the movie started. Daphne was enraptured by the film. It was the story of a poor American artist and a rich young lady who was going to marry some rich snob, all aboard an unsinkable luxury cruise ship.
Harry ended up spending more time watching Daphne than really watching the film. He enjoyed watching her reactions as it shifted through surprise and awe, wonder and sadness, and a whole range of emotions.
"That was fantastic! Are there other movies like that?"
Harry laughed, "I'll show you Star Wars next time. It's an interesting movie, though its not a romance like this one. Come on, the time is about right. Let's go."
"Where are we going?"
"Clubbing."
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Harry and Daphne finally stepped into the club, after waiting a few hours in a line. Harry checked the time real quick and noticed that it was fairly late and that he would probably be yelled at by Hermione for staying out so late.
"They call this dancing?" Daphne yelled over the pounding beat of the music.
"Did you expect a ballroom?"
"No, but I expected something a bit more elegant than hopping up and down!"
"Look, come on. Just move your body to the beat of the music!" Harry dragged Daphne out onto the dance floor. Daphne felt a bit awkward there, and felt that there were far too many people brushing up against her. She refrained herself from grabbing her wand from where it was hidden in her sock and hexing the people that seemed to brush up against her.
Harry started swaying to the beat of music, he wasn't nearly as energetic as some of the others, but he was clearly moving his body to the music. Daphne glanced around, observing some of the other people. She watched their movements, some of them just swaying back and forth, others jumping wildly around, hands flaying around in the air.
She slowly started swaying her body too. That got a reaction out of Harry. His face lit up with a smile as he watched Daphne slowly start to relax and dance with him.
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Daphne stumbled out of the apparition. She leaned up heavily against Harry's body. She felt Harry's strong arms wrap around her and she felt herself being lifted and carried off through her house. She was deposited in her bed before immediately falling asleep—exhausted and inebriated from the club.
Harry muttered a thanks to her before heading back out, preparing for the scolding from Hermione for staying out so late—err... early. The sun was just starting to rise.
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A/N: Hmm… I think I slacked off on this one slightly. I couldn't quite… get the feel for this story + setting combo, and it went through a few iterations and I'm still not quite happy with this. I'll probably make a re-write of this one later. Anyways, tell me what you think I could do better in this one!