An Oreo Crust Crumbling [Harry PotterxDaredevil Crossover Fanfic]

Some Morphine, Please

Marci Stahl knew there was something interesting at the table next to her. Even though she was with her boss in a business meeting with a client, she'd gotten entirely too bored as talk turned to horse races and golfing techniques. Therefore, it was totally understandable if her attention had been drawn to the unusual dark-haired couple next to her.

He was obviously older than her, but she wasn't lacking in maturity if observed outwardly. The girl was the elegant beauty type, while the man was very handsome. Sitting across from each other, it was clear he was much more taller than she, but if pictured next to each other, Marci could hazard a guess they'd fit nicely against each other.

"I have no idea what to get," she heard the girl whisper to the man, and she oddly noted the English accent.

He smiled faintly. "Shall I order for you then?"

The girl, dressed in a nice (if underdressed for this kind of restaurant) sundress, huffed slightly.

"I don't know. You might order me some kind of Oreo entrée."

He began laughing quietly. "I promise I won't, Harry. So let me order, and before you say anything, don't ask about prices. They're absent on the menu for a reason."

'Harry' winced. "That's what I was afraid of, Wesley."

'Wesley' tossed his companion an amused look, before he flagged down a waiter.

For the rest of that time, Marci couldn't help listening in and being both amused and envious of the easy and sweet comradery between the two as they conversed and teased each other through their meal.

And when they left, she kind of let the thought that she missed Foggy Nelson horribly run through her mind.

~*~*~

Harry was yawning and stretching in the comfy bed. When she gained more awareness, she realized this wasn't her bed and room and she sat up quickly. Looking around in alarm, the previous night's happenings came back to her and she slowly relaxed as she realized that she was in Wesley's room and that she must've fallen asleep while they'd danced.

Her lips twitched up a little and she looked around again, noting that she didn't see Wesley anywhere and that the other side of the bed was untouched. Slipping out of the bed, she also noted she'd slept in her sundress, which was wrinkled. She'd have to ask Wesley for an iron so she can iron it before she left, but in the meantime, she hoped he didn't mind if she filched something to wear that was more comfortable to move around. Even if the sundress was easy to move around in already, she still wasn't used to it, despite robes being sort of similar.

She found his drawers and carefully looked through them, finding the smallest shirt she could at the bottom. She wondered if he wore anything casual, because she couldn't see anything aside from button up shirts that were folded so neatly that she suspected Wesley was probably a bit of a neat freak and maybe just the slightest OCD.

Slipping out of her sundress, Harry put on the dress shirt and started buttoning it up. Then she thought maybe she should go looking for Wesley, let him know she was awake. Going out of the room, she found the living room and immediately found her tiara placed in its box. Biting her lip and trying to fight back the oncoming blush that was threatening to stain her face, she reached out and touched it in awe, remembering how Wesley had so delicately placed it on her head. It really was beautiful...

A slight sigh caught her attention and she followed the sound to the couch, where she looked over the back of the couch to find Wesley sleeping, having given up his bed for her. She couldn't help smiling at that, though this time she couldn't fight off the blush as she realized he slept in his boxers, with the blanket he was using pooled around his waist.