daphne is not who you think (greenmum) wrote in afic,
She nearly told him to take his robes back, if only because she was slightly warm in her own and he had to have been freezing; but then her own selfish nature and poised upbringing took over and reminded her it was his place to do so and instead Daphne pulled them closer around her shoulders, "ta, Love."
If there were a list of men she appreciated, he ranked high--and if she were completely honest--one of the few that she allowed to act so possessive; if because she knew that neither would 'own' the other, or if her affection for him got in the way, she wasn't sure, but she nearly leaned into the way his arm moved so tightly around her, feeling a glow of warmth by that action alone.
"You are a paragon of Quidditch elegance, I hate ruining the vision you are on game day." Daphne teased along with his words. To be honest, she did love the game, but not enough to watch practices and most definitely not in the cold. Instead she wrapped herself in fur and warmth during games, enjoying the action and the adrenaline between the two teams rooting on the Falcons for every turn (unless the Magpies were playing, in which case she was silent about her fandom).
When he mentioned the length between her visits, Daphne willing kept mum. It was only recently she and.... She stopped herself, internally shaking her head. Considering where she was at in life she did not want to think on it, or him. It was difficult and painful enough as it was; a hole in her chest that today she was going to happily fill with Gawain.
"I have been out for the holiday for ages. You have just been avoiding me, it seems." Deflection, it was a wonderful asset to abuse and use. Lifting her chin, her face took on a purely haughty air, lips curling in a faint grin; "you know how I like to ameliorate myself to the common people; and believe me when I say, going to this muggle school can do nothing but that." With a small laugh at herself she turned then to kiss him faintly--a brush--across his lips before dropping the fag in her hand and stepping it out as she stepped next in line.