Drabble: To The Nines (Harry/Daphne)
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lightofdayeTitle:To The Nines
Rating: PG-13
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Daphne Greengrass
Word Count: 2 x 100
Content: Implied sex, before and after, fluff.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Daphne dresses up for her date with Harry.
A/n: Not Weasley related! I've not missed a![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
harry100 prompt this year so you're getting a second thing today. This was supposed to be smut but with drabbles it seemed better to leave it to your imagination. This was written for Prompt #471:"Twilfitt and Tattings", which I think is a fancy upmarket Slytherin clothes shop based solely on Narcissa mentioning it once.
Daphne Greengrass had spent more gold than she wanted to think about at Twilfitt and Tattings for her outfit but seeing Harry Potter's emerald eyes flash bright with approval when he saw it, made it worth every knut.
She barely remembered the evening's events, she was too busy planning and plotting to get herself invited in at the end of the night.
Naturally, she succeeded.
Harry's arms swept her close to him, his touch hot through the thin fabric. They tumbled into his bed together still trying to undo the dress's fastenings.
All thanks to the fancy dress, she thought.
The next morning Daphne awoke with her not a stitch on her. Her blonde hair had been tousled and messed even before she'd got epic amounts of bed head. Her make-up, painstakingly applied the night before, was stale and ruined.
It was some time before her tired brain successfully reconstructed the previous night's events.
She groaned and moaned at some length, her throat was scratchy and her voice was hoarse. She sat up in bed; Harry Potter, holding two mugs of tea came into the room and gave her that same glowing look.
She hadn't needed the dress at all.
Rating: PG-13
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Daphne Greengrass
Word Count: 2 x 100
Content: Implied sex, before and after, fluff.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Daphne dresses up for her date with Harry.
A/n: Not Weasley related! I've not missed a
harry100 prompt this year so you're getting a second thing today. This was supposed to be smut but with drabbles it seemed better to leave it to your imagination. This was written for Prompt #471:"Twilfitt and Tattings", which I think is a fancy upmarket Slytherin clothes shop based solely on Narcissa mentioning it once.Daphne Greengrass had spent more gold than she wanted to think about at Twilfitt and Tattings for her outfit but seeing Harry Potter's emerald eyes flash bright with approval when he saw it, made it worth every knut.
She barely remembered the evening's events, she was too busy planning and plotting to get herself invited in at the end of the night.
Naturally, she succeeded.
Harry's arms swept her close to him, his touch hot through the thin fabric. They tumbled into his bed together still trying to undo the dress's fastenings.
All thanks to the fancy dress, she thought.
The next morning Daphne awoke with her not a stitch on her. Her blonde hair had been tousled and messed even before she'd got epic amounts of bed head. Her make-up, painstakingly applied the night before, was stale and ruined.
It was some time before her tired brain successfully reconstructed the previous night's events.
She groaned and moaned at some length, her throat was scratchy and her voice was hoarse. She sat up in bed; Harry Potter, holding two mugs of tea came into the room and gave her that same glowing look.
She hadn't needed the dress at all.
