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Yay! A Haphne request! I most definitely can do that yes.

Haphne/Pottgrass - Chambers Part I

Harry shook his head, taking his glasses off to scrub at hiseyes. Why did his opposing counsel on this have to be her? This was meant to be a damnslam dunk of a case.

Ernie MacMillan, a head-up-his-own-arse rich boy had conned thegovernment and customers out of billions of pounds. They had evidence, they hadwitnesses, hell they’d almost even had the cocky son of a bitch admitting it ontape.

And then he pulled strings and called in favours and wham, she wason the docket as the defence attorney. Daphne bloody Greengrass. Of Nott,Turpin and Greengrass. The bane of his goddamn existence.

‘Fuck me sideways,’ Harry growled as he turned through pageafter page of transcripts the police had handed over to him. He’d done this. Hewas a greedy little shit who didn’t care who got hurt as long as he made money.

Harry had spoken to the victims personally. He had promised aconviction. And by sweet merciful Jesus he would get it.

‘I’m sure if you ask her nicely,’ Colin said through the opendoor. ‘C’mon boss, I see the way you two look at each other.’

‘Put my coffee down and get a pen,’ Harry said ignoring thejab. ‘Call your girlfriend and warn her your arse is mine until we putMacMillan behind bars. And close the door.’

Colin nodded, placing both their mugs down on the large desk inHarry’s office. He walked towards the open door with a gleeful smile. ‘Youknow she doesn’t have spies in our chambers right?’

‘Put nothing past her,’ Harry said with a warning, pointingfinger. ‘She’s a damn good lawyer but no one’s that good. She’s got to begetting her information from somewhere.’

‘Or she’s just good at flustering you?’ Colin offered as hepulled forward a folder of evidence of his own. ‘Something definitelyslips when Daphne’s involved.’

‘Rubbish,’ Harry said, underlining something to come back whenhe was preparing his opening statements for court tomorrow. ‘She’s justdamn good at defending scumbags. It’s a shame really.’

‘Rather have her on our side?’ Colin chuckled dirtily. ‘Orrather on your-’

‘Harry?’ Luna’s serene voice came from the intercom on hisphone, interrupting whatever bollocks his junior prosecutor was about tosuggest. ‘Might I offer an opinion?’

‘Certainly Luna,’ Harry said with a smile. ‘Got somethingwe can use in the case?’

‘Oh,’ Luna said. ‘No, I just wanted to remind you that youhave only ever lost consistently to one lawyer in your five years as leadprosecutor. Colin isn’t entirely incorrect in that Daphne flusters you. It’squite sweet actually. Like a schoolboy with a crush that he doesn’t know whatto do with.’

‘Luna,’ Harry said slowly, as he kicked a laughing Colin in theshin. ‘Have you got anything to suggest on my case for fraud againstMiss Greengrass’ client?’

‘I do actually,’ Luna chirped. ‘Wear the black suit, itmakes your eyes stand out quite wonderfully.’

‘Thank you Luna,’ Harry grumbled as he tried to hide the blushcreeping up his neck behind an open folder.

‘You’re wearing the suit,’ Luna said happily as she met himon the steps of the courthouse. ‘Lovely.’

Harry fiddled with his tie and took the files she handedhim. ‘Where’s Colin?’

Because he wasn’t even going to mention that he had only puton this particular suit because it was the one he was going to wear anyway.

‘Hm?’ Luna hummed, her fingers picking off a hair that hadlanded on his chest. ‘Oh he’s inside getting your opening statement ready.Daphne’s already said hello to us. She really is quite polite.’

‘Yeah,’ Harry scoffed as he started walking towards hischambers. Court would be in session in the next half an hour, they didn’t havetime for this. ‘And then she helps pieces of shit like MacMillan abuse thesystem to get away with fraud.’

‘Allegedly Mr Potter,’ his opposing counsel said waspishly. ‘Let’snot go making assumptions about innocent men just because you don’t like them.That’s how I beat you last time.’

Harry stared down at the blonde woman, her smart businesssuit and skirt a weapon to cut down any man who didn’t take her seriously. Hedid not notice that her eyes were as beautiful as ever.

‘Do forgive me Miss Greengrass,’ Harry said, okay more likesnarled. She hadn’t beaten him last time, a witness had been intimidated out oftestifying. That was not a win. ‘You help pieces of shit like MacMillan allegedly abuse the system and get awaywith fraud. Better?’

Daphne gave him a withering look but it was gone the secondshe turned to Luna. ‘It’s nice to see you Luna, do me a favour and keep yourboss from making false accusations again? I’d hate to see him disbarred forignoring proper procedure.’

‘Oh Harry just gets fiery Daphne,’ Luna said, in a tone thatsuggested she hadn’t just watched them throw barbs at each other. ‘He reallywas quite put out when you were put on the docket as the defence. I think hethought he wouldn’t have to try with this one.’

‘Is that so,’ Daphne said, the dagger like smirk she sent hisway reminding him of just how dangerously beautiful she was. ‘Sorry to make youwork for it Mr Potter.’

He glowered. He didn’t have time for this shit. And neitherdid she. ‘We’ll see who’s going to be working for it. Good day Miss Greengrass.Luna.’

‘Coming,’ Luna said as he stormed away, entirely ignoringthat Daphne’s perfume had smelled just as enticing as it always did.

Goddamn it he hated that woman.

Right I’ve decided I’m going to do this little request as a series of drabbles because I have too many ideas to make this a one time thing. So this is part one, I shall endeavour to have part two out soon as i can.

Let’s get a-cracking.

160 - [text] Who says no to sex and donuts?!

The phone in his pocket vibrated, his hand scooping it out out of habit, his thumb swiping it open and opening up the message all before he’d even looked away from his computer.

When are you finishing work tonight? X

He checked the pile of paperwork sitting on his desk, most of it could probably be done before too long. It was mostly just witness statements and a couple of reports from some of the uniform lads.

I might be able to leave for around five-thirty, need me home earlier? X

He’d barely started tapping away at his keyboard when his phone vibrated again from the desk.

Oh good, we’ve got dinner plans, Tracey just rang and wanted to know if we were free tonight. You fancy takeout? Tracey wasn’t fussed either way X

Harry chuckled and turned away from his desk, eyes sliding over the pictures on his desk. A willowy blonde woman smiling as she held a small boy with black hair and blue eyes in her arms. A couple of black haired kids, one boy and one girl, decked out in football kits as Harry stood between them with an arm round both. 

A final picture with Harry, Daphne and their two children sprawled over the floor playing with toys on Christmas morning, taking pride of place.

Tracey had just called huh? Could only mean one thing, Tracey had broken up with her new boyfriend and was reentering her social life. Which was good, Harry and Daphne had both hated that Theo prick.

What happened to Theo? X

The fact that he’d finished transcribing two witness statements before Daphne had replied told him he was getting an essay, probably listing many of Theo’s character faults and a couple of suggestions of how he could arrest him.

Okay, it’s rude that you assume something had to happen for Tracey to reach out, shame on you. However, Detective Inspector Potter, Theo cheated on her. Tracey went round to his flat to surprise him, apparently she’d text him and tried to convince him to come back to her place during lunch for a quickie. She’d even sweetened the deal … pun totally intended btw … with doughnuts. I mean, who says no to sex and doughnuts?! But the prick didn’t answer so she went to his office to find him and surprise him there. He wasn’t in and his assistant wasn’t either … long story short, Trace let herself into his flat and found him on his sofa with his assistant bouncing on his dick …

‘Ouch,’ Harry said out loud.

… so yeah, Theo’s gone, Tracey’s in bits and we’re having her over for takeout and much crying. I suggest you pick up some Chinese on your way home. I’m currently making up the spare bed and got that nice wine out. Can you check infidelity isn’t illegal again? I’d kind of love it if you arrested the bastard. What good is it having a copper for a husband if I can’t arrest my friends’ shitty ex-boyfriends? XXX

He sighed. Poor Tracey, she’d be devestated. He couldn’t imagine what that must be like. Maybe he could see if Theo couldn’t be looked into for fraud or something … he was a banker and they were always crooked somehow … He’d have a word with Su in Financial Crime on his way out.

But first.

Hit one on his speed dial brought up the smiling face of Daphne, before it disappeared and she answered.

‘Hi wife,’ Harry said. ‘I’ll get myself out for half five, want me to pick up enough takeout for the kids too?’

He could feel Daphne’s smile. ‘Hi husband, yeah, best pick up some chicken chow mein for Liam and some special fried rice for Jasmine. If they found out we had Chinese for dinner in the morning …’

‘They’d kill us dead.’ He smirked to himself and checked the time. Only half-two, plenty of time to get everything done that had to be done. ‘No worries, I’ll also have a word with Su, she’ll have a look into Theo’s financials. She’s probably chomping at the bit to take down a banker.’

‘Knew I married a policeman for a reason,’ Daphne chuckled down the line. ‘I’m gonna pick up the kids from school in a minute. They’ll cheer Auntie Tracey up if they’re in the car when I get her from home. Poor love rang me in tears Harry, please make the bastard pay in some way.’

The hard set of his wife’s tone sent a slight shiver down his spine. He’d really best try and get Theo for something. ‘I’ll do what I can. Tell Tracey I say hi, text me if there’s anything else you want me to pick up on my way home?’

She made a noise of acknowledgement and sighed. ‘Thanks babe, I will. Love you. See you soon.’

‘Love you too.’

The phone clicked and Harry tucked it into his pocket. He locked his computer and put his files in the locked drawer of his desk, before making for his office door.