Daphne sat at the healer station; her first set of rounds completed. She had documented all her care and was now killing time before her noon potions were due to be administered, and her mind began to wander back to something that had been bugging her for months.
You see, something didn't add up.
Here were the facts.
Harry Potter had not been in a relationship since his 6th year at Hogwarts when he had very briefly dated Ginny Weasley.
Harry Potter was now 27 years old.
Harry Potter was an extremely attractive man.
And that is why two plus two was not equaling four.
Others had noticed as well, and excuses had been made on his behalf, but those didn't make sense either.
He had defeated Voldemort nearly a decade ago, so the 'needing time to heal' excuse had run its course.
The 'he was working on his career' excuse had been popular, but Harry had been made the youngest Head of the DMLE ever two years earlier, and there was an age requirement of 40 to run for Minister, so that one wasn't a go either.
The 'he was secretly in love with his best friend Hermione' had been laid to rest not long after the war when her and the tall Weasley had broken up, and Harry had set her up with one of his mates from the auror corps not long after.
And the 'maybe he just doesn't like girls' had been put to bed just a few months ago when the lead singer for the Weird Sisters, Myron Wagtail,had come out at a concert and made it known he found one Mr. Potter extremely fanciable, only to be rebuffed politely and told he doesn't swing that way. If Harry Potter was saying no to that man, then no man stood a chance.
That left a handful of tenuous other theories and Daphne grappled with them now.
Maybe he was in a secret relationship? Witch Weekly certainly seemed to think so, but this one Daphne couldn't get behind. Harry had paparazzi following him still today and his lunch choice still made the papers. Not the front page like they used to, but someone would have seen something, anything, by now.
No, not a secret relationship then.
Maybe he was just asexual? But then how do you explain his infatuation with Chang or his relationship with Weasley at Hogwarts? Daphne couldn't outright deny this one, but she didn't think it was correct (more hoped that it wasn't, but that was neither here nor there).
Maybe the way he had been able to get rid of Voldemort was by sacrificing his pecker in some twisted dark ritual? Daphne shuddered at the thought.
Before she could ponder Harry Potter's genitalia, or lack thereof, any further, her alarm charm went off, indicating it was time for her noon rounds.
She stood with a sigh, gathering what she needed as she went to check on her patients, but try as she might, she couldn't shake the thought of Harry from her head. Truth be told she hadn't been able to since that blasted day nearly four months ago when she had run into him at that very same Weird Sisters concert funnily enough.
Her and Tracey Davis, her best friend since before they could walk properly, had always loved the band and so when they had announced a new tour, they had eagerly bought front row tickets.
When the night had finally arrived, they had met up at Tracey's flat where they got ready together. They wore way too much makeup and clothes that revealed more than any nearly 30-year-old woman should have been comfortable with, but dammit they looked good, and it felt liberating to act like they were 16 again.
They had arrived early and were speaking excitedly to one another waiting for the show to start.
"I'm telling you Daphne." Tracey was saying as she adjusted her top to ensure as much cleavage as possible was spilling out. "I can seduce him."
Daphne rolled her eyes. "He likes men, Trace. Not that you aren't lovely, but I think your approach might not exactly be the most likely to succeed."
"This top has gotten me places money and power couldn't even dream of seeing." She replied haughtily. "It doesn't matter which way he likes to swing his beater bat, after all you're perfectly straight and you've been ogling me all night."
Daphne snapped her eyes up from her friend's chest and blushed. She raised her hand as if she were about to respond and then dropped it. "Damn, you have a point. I can't seem to look away."
Tracey nodded knowingly. "Told ya. It'll work." She replied confidently and Daphne was starting to believe her in spite of herself.
Daphne glanced at her watch then, bouncing her leg in anticipation and sneaking more surreptitious glances at her friends bosom when she heard a quiet "excuse us" behind her.
The voice sounded familiar, and Daphne immediately snapped her eyes up from where they had been looking again embarrassed, turning to see who it was that would be seated next to them.
She only just managed to turn her gasp of surprise into a cough when she saw the tall, lean, and handsome form of Harry Potter, his hands on the shoulders of Teddy Lupin, making their way past them.
Tracey looked over to see what had caused Daphne's coughing fit and began to have one of her own. Meanwhile Harry took a seat next to Daphne while Teddy sat to his other side, his hair and features shifting excitedly as he waited for the concert to begin.
Daphne leaned in towards Tracey who immediately began whispering. "Holy motherfucking shit, that's Harry Potter." She said excitedly, pulling her top down even lower, causing Daphne's eyes to follow for just a moment before snapping back up.
"I know who it is." She said with an eyeroll. "We went to school with him for six years."
"Yeah, but do you remember him looking this tasty at Hogwarts?" Tracey asked and looked over Daphne's shoulder, eyeing the oblivious Gryffindor hungrily.
Daphne meant to reply sarcastically, but instead she just sighed. "He does look really, really good, doesn't he?"
Tracey nodded. "Tall and tanned, his hair is still messy but shorter now and charming, and gods he's here with his godson. My ovaries feel like they're about to combust." She said and Daphne scooted away, a bit frightened. "Switch me seats." Her friend demanded.
Daphne looked at her with surprise. "Tracey, I think it would be best for everyone, if you don't sit next to him." At Tracey's angry look she continued more gently. "The last thing you would want before you apply to become a solicitor would be some front page shot on one of the tabloids of you assaulting the wizarding savior in front of his godson.
Tracey still looked angry but deflated slightly. "It wouldn't be assault if he enjoys it?" She said, her voice pleading, and Daphne shook her head. "But my top." Before Daphne could reply the crowd began to cheer and they glanced up.
The weird sisters were now making their way up to the stage and suddenly Harry was forgotten as Tracey began to shout some truly obscene things at Myron Wagtail. She heard Harry cough and when she turned towards him, she saw that he had clamped his hands over the boys ears.
Daphne leaned towards him then. "I'm sorry, she has a bit of a crush." Daphne said as if that explained why her friend was still shouting things so graphic that Daphne, who didn't know what most of it meant, was blushing.
Harry chuckled in response and leaned a bit closer so she could hear him over the crowd. He smelled of sandalwood and vanilla. "S'okay." He said with a smile. "This isn't my first Weird Sister's concert with Teddy and it's honestly milder than some of the other stuff I've heard yelled at him."
Daphne laughed at that. "Daphne, by the way." She told him.
"Greengrass, I know." He said with a smile. "Harry Potter. We were in the same year at Hogwarts, not that I expect you to remember me."
Daphne tried to hide her surprise and smiled instead. "You were quite hard to miss actually, I just wasn't sure if you would remember me, or recognize me."
"I tried to make sure I knew everyone at least on some basic level." He said with a smile which turned cheeky, and then he shouted, "Constant Vigilance!" Causing Daphne to jump and Harry to laugh as he apologized.
She waved him off with one hand while the other went to her chest which she realized was nearly as scantily clad as Tracey's. She had decided then what the hell did she have to lose so she pulled it down slightly and thrust her chest out as she turned back towards him, making a joke about Professor Moody there fourth year.
Harry looked at her politely, smiling and joking back but his eyes didn't waver an inch from her face.
The concert began then, and Harry removed his eyes from her completely.
Daphne had then spent the remainder of the evening trying her best to throw herself at Harry. She flirted, touched him, and even made those stupid doe eyes men seemed to like so much, but Harry frustratingly reacted like a perfect gentleman.
Not once did his eyes wander away from her own as much as she attempted to goad them. Not once did his own hands touch her, and when she had made the doe eyes he asked if she was okay.
Daphne had spent the entire evening throwing herself at him so much that she had forgotten to enjoy the concert, and she had had just as much luck as Myron Wagtail by the end of the night.
Tracey had ridiculed her mercilessly for weeks after that incident and Daphne had tried to pretend that she didn't care, but truth be told she did.
She was pretty.
Hell, some would even say she was a step above.
She was taller than most girls with a lithe frame. Not to say she wasn't buxom where it counted. She was nowhere near as blessed as Tracey, but she made do. She also had honey blonde hair that came down in pretty waves onto her back and that framed her light blue eyes perfectly. Her cheekbones held the regal look of House Greengrass, and she had pretty features, plump lips, a cute small nose, long eyelashes.
So, when Daphne thought back to that evening, she came to the conclusion that something must be getting in the way of why Harry had refused to acknowledge her advances. Two plus two did not equal four
"Excuse me, Missssss." Daphne's head snapped up as she looked at the source of the noise and then blushed realizing she had begun to drift off after administering a potion.
"Sorry about that." Daphne replied with a smile. "The potion may make you drowsy so call if you need to stand. If everything goes well, we should be ready to discharge you tomorrow morning." Her patient thanked her, and Daphne hurried her way out of the room.
'Alright that's it.' She thought to herself. She was going to write Harry Potter a letter and ask him on a date. He would accept because she was brilliant and then they would fall madly in love, get married, make beautiful children, and Daphne would have her revenge on Tracey for laughing.
She nodded to herself once. "I got this."
"What do you have?" Came a voice from behind her and Daphne shrieked, her hand clutching at her heart.
"Dammit Carl! You know not to sneak up on me!" She yelled at one of the 16-year-old apprentices that was training for the summer.
"Sorry." He told her unapologetically. "So, what is that you have?" He asked her again.
Before Daphne could answer one of her patients buzzed and she sighed. "Work Carl. A lot of work."
The letter would have to wait until tonight, but she had already been waiting for months, a few more hours wouldn't kill her. She began to make her way over to the room, already letting her thoughts drift to how she would start her letter.
A/N: This fic will only be a few chapters long. Honestly, I was planning on making it into a long one shot like some of the other stories on my page, but I decided I wanted to post this one in smaller bite size pieces. It's mostly for fun and there won't be any heavy themes or storylines, just a Daphne with a crush and an oblivious Harry. That being said this one's a WIP, so drop any ideas you might have and you just might see them thrown in ;)