#pottgrass

Harry had to stop chopping the vegetables for their stew later as Daphne suddenly blurted out that question. 

“What?” he asked, confused and trying to decide whether he heard her wrong. 

Daphne gave him a pout that would have looked cute if Harry wasn’t feeling lost. 

Of course leave it to Harry Potter to be what drags me back into writing fan fiction. Apologies to people who follow me already since this is pretty different from posts I’ve done in the past, so feel free to ignore. 

I just wanted to try and get some thoughts out about a fanfiction I’m currently writing, specifically the relationship between Harry and Daphne. Or the lack of one right now anyway. ;)

The basic background is that this is a soulmate AU with soulmate marks and empathy/semi-telepathy (I’m not sure what to call it honestly). The three main ships are Dramione, Ransy, and Pottgrass, and it’s a slowburn enemies to lovers starting from Goblet of Fire on. Emphasis on slowburn and enemies considering two of the involved are Draco and Pansy.

Before I started writing again, the only ones of those three I shippped/read fanfiction of were Draco/Hermione and Pansy/Ron. I originally picked Daphne because I’d read fics that had her as a character and liked her in them; after that I read two fanfics that made me really ship them, because the amount of ships I have due to fanart/fanfic is huge. (Previously I was, and actually still am, a Nottgrass shipper because I am a multi-shipper a lot of the time.)

I’m going to put the rest of my rambling under the cut.

Harry was one such person.

After his parents had been executed by King Voldemort for trying to overthrow his rule, Harry was trained by their friends, Sirius and Remus. He practiced his skills so that one day he might meet the odious King and kill him, not only to avenge his parents’ deaths, but to lift the yoke of so called pureblood hegemony.

When he was barely in his twentieth year, he was approached by one of Voldemort’s lords. Draco was a turncoat, perhaps seeing the inevitability if Harry’s win, and wanted to be on the winning side of history. Harry wasn’t going to scoff at the unexpected help and gladly accepted Draco’s offer of men and information. 

Voldemort and Harry fought many battles, several ending in the King defeated but escaping narrowly with his life, until the last battle, when he did not. Meeting in a clash of swords, Harry finally had the upper hand and he slew the evil King, putting an end to his tyranny once and for all.

Only, Harry hadn’t really put much thought into what happened after he defeated the last King in battle.

Harry hadn’t planned on living past his battle with Voldemort, let alone planned to marry. He never intended to become King himself, but he knew that a new Voldemort would simply rise up in his place if he did not take the crown.

Draco was there then, quick to offer suggestions of how he could establish himself as the new King. “You really need to marry one of ours,” he insisted fiercely. “Otherwise the people will only see you as an outsider.”

He didn’t want to marry one of the pureblood girls, but he could see Draco’s point. He was tired of fighting and he didn’t want to fight against his own subjects, so he let Draco arrange the match and showed up at the required time for the handfasting.

The woman — Daphne, she was called — did not seem any more enthused than he did for the marriage, but she took his hand in hers and before he knew it, they were handfasted in the tradition of the purebloods. Harry felt a pang of guilt at the thought that he was resigning her to a fate that neither of them had wanted.  She sat next to him at the feast, her long, honey blonde hair filled with flowers and topped with a gold circlet that matched his own. She didn’t try to speak with him, instead keeping her eyes on the dancing.

Harry wanted nothing more than to run away, to leave the party to people who were enjoying it. He stood, ready to slip out before anyone would notice, but then, her hand was catching him around the wrist.

“You should really give a toast before you leave,” she said quietly, so as not to alert everyone around them. “Otherwise it will be seen as a slight to the host. Draco’s already been a traitor once. Do you really want to anger him when your relationship is so fresh?”

Harry felt his cheeks heat. He hadn’t known a toast was customary. “I’m sure they don’t care to hear from me,” he answered his wife. Wife, he had a wife. What a ridiculous idea that was.

“You are their King. So act like it,” she commanded, her light green eyes boring into him. 

He swallowed then, knowing that he wouldn’t argue with Daphne on this one. Lifting his goblet, he steeled himself to address the crowd.

“Er — I want to thank each and every one of you for your support. This is a momentous step forward in creating a new society where no man thinks he is better than any other simply because of his parents,” Harry said, stumbling on his words. The crowd of father faces was staring at him blankly. “We’ve won a great battle, but the hard work remains ahead. I am proud to be your King, to lead you on this journey!” he added, hoping to rouse them to cheers. He held up his goblet in toast, wondering what was wrong with these people. They all still sat still, almost confused.

Daphne stood next to him, looking regal and beautiful, every inch the Queen she now was. “My husband and I would also like to thank Draco, an ever gracious host for organizing this feast,” she said with a serene look on her face, tipping her own glass towards the man who’d helped Harry secure his victory. “And thank all of you for welcoming him into our tradition by witnessing our marriage. Long live the King!”

That had everyone lifting their own glasses, cheering wildly. Harry looked at Daphne in surprise while the assembled men cheered for his continued reign.

She rolled her eyes at him. “That’s how you do it,” she said, sounding snobby. “Merlin, I suppose I’ll just have to teach you everything or the purebloods will be killing you in a fortnight. And now that I am Queen, I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon. So you’ll just have to listen to me, Potter.”

Harry swallowed, before nodding profusely. He’d do anything she told him to do.

The Misfits - Phonebooth  FF / AO3

[Harry Potter x Daphne Greengrass]

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.

Prince | Chapter 10 - Non Vincor, Vinco

Anything and everything, they have always said, can be bought and sold in the water city - you have simply to name your price.

But some things cost too dear even for the merchant lords, whose pockets are heavy with gold and whose eyes are bright with greed.

Who will buy, if the price of power is freedom?

Who will pay, if the price of peace is a young man’s life?

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Epilogue: The City [ AO3 ] | [ ff.net ]

"Wait," she gasped, laughing as he nudged her back against the sink. "Wait," she said again, stilling his hand as it slid up the side of her thigh. "I have to ask you something."

"Is it going to be a request not to fuck you in a bathroom?" Draco asked gruffly. "Because sorry, Doc, but no promises."

"No, I just - I wanted to know," Hermione told him, trying to catch her breath. "When did you know it was, you know." She paused, eyeing him. "More than just sex?"

He blinked, staring at her.

"I think," he began, and swallowed, blinking twice more before he continued. "I think I always knew," he confessed, and she exhaled slowly, letting out what she realized, after the fact, had been a captive sigh of relief.

"Good," she whispered, and he picked her up, setting her on the lip of the sink.

"And now," he asked, offering her a formal bow. "May I - "

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daphne Greengrass/Harry Potter Characters: Daphne Greengrass, Harry Potter Additional Tags: Past Relationship(s), Emotional Baggage, Light Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Summary: Daphne woke up to the smell of coffee, which was unusual, all things considered. Mostly because she didn't drink coffee.

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