Summary: Daphne Greengrass was having a nice, peaceful evening in the library when she heard two hushed voices, talking about Malfoy for whatever reason, she let her curiosity get the better of her and she went to find the source of the noise. What she didn't expect was the source to be none other than Harry Potter, what had she gotten herself into now?

"All I'm saying, is that if Malfoy is a death-eater, there's not much we can really do about it," A Hushed voice said.

Daphne's interest was peaked, Malfoy was a Death-Eater, or at the very least, very close to becoming one, everyone in Slytherin knew it. Daphne was curious as to who it was that had interrupted her usually quiet night-time routine in the library. She closed her history of magic textbook and sought out the source of the voice.

"I've had a few ideas, what if we turn him into a ferret again, like Mad-Eye did last year?" Another hushed voice said, this one sounding a bit more air-headed.

Daphne shook her head, she hated interacting with people, she was trying to get better at it, but it was tough. Her entire time at Hogwarts had been fairly lonely, with her only friend being Tracey Davis, and even that was an unlikely meeting, she sort of just found Daphne and clung to her like a bad smell. Daphne learned to like Tracey's company, even got so far as to enjoy it, but she still sometimes felt like she wanted to be alone, that's where the library came in, the smell of the room, a sort of damp paper smell comforted her. It was always fairly quiet at night-time, yet it still made her open to small, quiet, conversations, which is why she was becoming increasingly annoyed at the constant noise these two anonymous prats were making.

"That is the worst one you've come up with yet, he'll just be re-transfigured and on our case again, we need something more permanent" The voice said, this one sounded fairly well-spoken, if a little under-confident.

As Daphne walked through the history of magic aisle, she'd bumped into one of the many bookshelves, causing a stray book to crash down onto the floor.

"What was that" One of the voices said.

"No idea, although I don't fancy checking it out, let's go" The other said, fear lacing his voice.

"What if it's Madam Pince, she's already shouted at us five times today" Daphne heard them say in unison, it was like they were, terrified? How bad can Madam prince really be? Daphne thought as she moved closer to the voices, growing increasingly annoyed at these two idiots were interrupting her relaxing night.

As she approached the booth the voices emanated from, she had a sudden realisation, one which made her heart jump; although she had no idea why, she had heard this voice before. She peered over the booth and there he was.

Potter, Harry James Potter, The Boy Who Lived.

Daphne was supposed to hate him, he was Gryffindors poster boy, and she was a Slytherin, yet, she had always been interested in him, always wondered what made him so brave, yet so stupid, so strong, yet so shy, so...

She stopped her thoughts when she locked eyes with Harry. Daphne saw him tense up, he seemed nervous, not the kind of 'I've been caught' nervous, more of the, well, Daphne couldn't put a finger on what he was feeling, she wasn't great at understanding what someone was feeling.

Harry knew exactly what he was feeling, as soon as he saw Daphne his heart skipped, she was the prettiest girl he'd ever laid his eyes on. He didn't understand why he felt this way, he'd barely even spoken to the girl. She was a quiet character, someone Harry felt sorry for at times when he'd see her alone in the hall or in lessons, he'd wanted to go over and say something more than a 'hello' or 'how are you' which was all he was able to say to her. He'd always wanted to try to make friends with her, however something always stopped him, maybe it was because she was a Slytherin and she probably hated him.

"Oh, er, Hi" Harry said, flashing a smile.

"So you're the source of the noise then?" Daphne mused, matching Harry's tone, albeit more aggressive than passive.

"Yeah, so, what of i- OW?" Ron winced in pain, Daphne wasn't sure why, although she had a good guess.

"Sorry, we'll be quiet, Daphne, isn't it?" Harry questioned, wanting to see where this conversation would lead.

"It is, and you're Harry Potter," Daphne said, slowly walking towards the table, which was full of chocolates and sweets.

"Er, yeah, that's me," Harry said, his voice softening.

"Why are you here so late, there's never anyone here this late" Daphne asked, it was the truth, no-one ever came to the library.

"Research, yeah, big essay due in potions, just getting some last minute revisions before I hand it in," Harry said, his confidence waning with every word.

"I don't mean to burst your bubble, but we have potions together, and there's no essay due yet" Daphne triumphed, not understanding where this sudden vocal confidence had come from, she hated talking, so why did it feel so natural with Harry?

"Would you believe it's extra credit?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Not a chance," Daphne leant back in her chair, smirking.

"Yeah, didn't think that'd work, and you heard most of it?" Harry slumped, defeated.

"Oh yeah" Daphne chuckled, "Personally, I'd do much more than turn him into a ferret for all the shit he's done to you, but go ahead, be my guest" Daphne sighed.

Harry was shocked, he was holding a conversation with a girl, a Slytherin girl mind you, and she wasn't fond of Malfoy? Harry thought hell had surely frozen over.

"Wait, eh? You're in Slytherin, why would you say that?" Harry questioned.

"Because Harry, we're not all that bad" Daphne chuckled.

"You're the first I've met that hasn't taken my head off, so that is true," Harry laughed and relaxed, feeling a bit more comfortable talking to someone, he wasn't great at this sort of thing.

"Exactly, plus, I have a much better idea, an idea so mad, it might work," Daphne said proudly, the idea had only just popped into her head, but it was sure to rile Malfoy up, and let her get to know Harry a little bit more.

"Go on?" Harry leaned forward, ideas racing through his head about what this could be, an ancient spell? Some insider knowledge? Blackmail?

"We pretend to go out, me and you" Daphne said, pointing at herself, then at Harry, whose eyes widened in shock, his mind was going a mile a minute trying to process it, Daphne just smiled, she took in his expression, he was handsome, she could admit that, and the only person she had ever felt truly comfortable around, even with this short, mental interaction, she knew she wanted to really get to know him, and try to understand what these strange feelings were.

"That is mad," Harry said, mouth agape, he didn't understand what was happening, all he knew is that he felt compelled to say yes. He'd seen Daphne around a few times, always on her own, safe for a few encounters with her friend Tracey. He never knew why she was lonely, she seemed nice enough with the few words he'd exchanged with her in lessons, and her quiet, sarcastic attitude was right up his street, this was a no-brainer, get to know Daphne, and really get on Malfoy's nerves. "Let's do it," He finally said.

It was Daphne's turn to be shocked, could he be feeling the same things as her, or was he doing it just to get at Malfoy? She couldn't tell, all she knew was that she could start to get to know him properly, get to know the real Harry, not The Boy Who Lived, just Harry.

"Alright then, it's sorted, see you at breakfast, boyfriend-to-be" Daphne said, getting up and walking away, failing to conceal the blush that crept up her cheeks.

"Mate, what have you gotten yourself into this time?" Ron said, eyes widened in shock.

Harry didn't know himself, all he knew, was that the interaction he'd just had with Daphne, was the best thing that could ever happen to him.

A/N: Hey al! Thank you for reading the first chapter! I hope you all enjoyed and remember, Constructive Criticism is accepted and encouraged, Thanks Again!

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