Who: Daphne Greengrass and Millicent Bulstrode
What: Before school shopping....
When: August 26, 1997. 2pm. Just prior to the start of their 7th year at Hogwarts.
Where: Diagon Alley
Rating: PG, for now

Daphne strode through the streets of Diagon Alley with her head held high. Behind her, a House Elf was peering through a huge stack of boxes and parcels as it followed dutifully behind. It's little legs quaked under the weight it was carrying. Daphne paid the creature no mind as she walked. Stopping, she glanced around to see where her whim might carry her next.

"Where is my list, Hettie?" Daphne asked her servant.

"It is...tucked away, Mistress Daphne," the elf squeaked.

Daphne sighed in annoyance. "Well, you'd better fetch it, don't you think? Otherwise, I might miss something." She glanced over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes at the elf. She watched as the elf set the boxes down to pull the list out of the cloth she had tied around her. Unfolding it, Hettie recited what was left to get.

Rolling her eyes, Daphne exaggerated the annoyance she felt. "Do you think you will be able to carry the rest of my things when we get them?" The House Elf looked down but didn't answer. She sighed in disgust. "Fine. Bring them home and return here immediately."

The House Elf disappeared in a puff of smoke leaving Daphne alone. As she was near Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, Daphne decided that a latte would ease her as she waited.

Wearing black velvet robes that accented her lithe, thin body, Daphne felt the hem swish near her ankles as she watched. Her red hair was up in a bun that was bound with a silver accent that matched the ones on her robe. On her right hand was an emerald ring she had received for her birthday. The stone clear and sharp and large enough to be seen and to show off the expense of it and the platinum setting around it.

Ordering her drink, she glanced about. Despite her cool and calm demeanor, she felt anything but. There had been a huge upheaval over the summer that had left blood purists, dark witches, and the Dark Lord's most loyal servants at the top of every position of power throughout the Ministry and even Hogwarts.

One might think that Daphne would be on top of the world. Her family were sympathetic to the Dark Lord and his cause, they were rich and influential, and Daphne had a lot of influence and esteem at Hogwarts and within her house. Sadly, that last bit, had was the operative word. She had run afoul of Draco and Pansy over the summer and now knew that they were solidly counted as enemies. Not a good position to be in. Because of that, she knew she needed allies and likely even protection.

Luckily, she had heard a rumor that one of her fellow Slytherins was not too wild about Pansy Parkinson these days. Because of this, and that girl's reputation, Daphne had made a show of shopping and having a good time all in the efforts of finding her fellow Slytherin so they could talk before leaving on the Hogwarts Express in less than a week.

Her gaze stopped when she finally found her. Daphne's heart began to pound in her chest. Swallowing hard, she did her best to steel her resolve and hide away any anxiety she felt before walking over.

"Hello, Millicent," Daphne greeted the other girl, smiling sweetly as she stopped to stand at the side of her table with her hands folded demurely in front of her. "How are you?"

Who: Daphne Greengrass and Katie Bell
What: Clandestine, sort of, meeting.
When: June 11, 2005. 9pm
Where: The Three
Rating: PG, for now

Daphne spent the rest of the day thinking about Katie Bell and their meeting that night. She knew she shouldn't have arranged any meetings and she really shouldn't have implied that she might have something to tell her that wasn't towing the Ministry's line. But, she had done just that...

She went to her flat in Diagon Alley to change into a short dress of fine green silk that perfectly matched her eyes. The dress was belted with a silver sash, where she tucked her wand, and black heels of a fair height dawned her feet. Daphne's hair was down and flowed beautifully.

Flooing to Hogsmeade, it was a short walk to her destination. Entering the Three Broomsticks, Daphne found a booth in the furthest and darkest corner. The evening crowd was bustling so she figured she had some cover. Luckily, unlike some others, not too many cared with Daphne Greengrass was doing.

Draco Malfoy was a prat. She'd known it as an ickle first year. He just proved it over and over and over again. Now, he was married to her baby sister. His actions would reflect on his dutiful wife, unless they were so bad that she was thought to have nothing to do with it...

Ordering a fine bottle of red wine, she had two glasses brought as well. Pouring herself some, Daphne began to sip at it while waiting for Katie Bell to arrive all the while planning out a strategy for how to give her something without it getting out that Daphne was the one that led her there.

Glancing around, she was amazed that anyone would come back here after Hogsmeade. That was likely why Draco picked it for his little...distractions...

Characters: Katie and Daphne
Date: June 11 2005
Location: The Ministry
Summary: Katie investigates a lead
Completion: Complete

( Has it Coming )

Who: Daphne Greengrass and Millicent Bulstrode
What: Before school shopping....
When: August 16, 1997. 2pm.
Where: Diagon Alley
Rating: PG, for now

Daphne strode through the streets of Diagon Alley with her head held high. Behind her, a House Elf was peering through a huge stack of boxes and parcels as it followed dutifully behind. It's little legs quaked under the weight it was carrying. Daphne paid the creature no mind as she walked. Stopping, she glanced around to see where her whim might carry her next.

"Where is my list, Hettie?" Daphne asked her servant.

"It is...tucked away, Mistress Daphne," the elf squeaked.

Daphne sighed in annoyance. "Well, you'd better fetch it, don't you think? Otherwise, I might miss something." She glanced over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes at the elf. She watched as the elf set the boxes down to pull the list out of the cloth she had tied around her. Unfolding it, Hettie recited what was left to get.

Rolling her eyes, Daphne exaggerated the annoyance she felt. "Do you think you will be able to carry the rest of my things when we get them?" The House Elf looked down but didn't answer. She sighed in disgust. "Fine. Bring them home and return here immediately."

The House Elf disappeared in a puff of smoke leaving Daphne alone. As she was near Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, Daphne decided that a latte would ease her as she waited.

Wearing black velvet robes that accented her lithe, thin body, Daphne felt the hem swish near her ankles as she watched. Her red hair was up in a bun that was bound with a silver accent that matched the ones on her robe. On her right hand was an emerald ring she had received for her birthday. The stone clear and sharp and large enough to be seen and to show off the expense of it and the platinum setting around it.

Ordering her drink, she glanced off to her left thinking she saw someone she recognized...

Who: Astoria Greengrass Daphne Greengrass, and Emma Rosier
What: Astoria needs to talk to her big sister about older French girls
When: January 1st, 1997 08:00am
Where: Slytherin dorms
Rating: NC-17

Her sister's bed seemed to be nicer then her own, Astoria kept thinking. As she slowly woke up, other thoughts kept popping up. Emma, the library, Mrs. Norris, Emma touching herself, the party, Luna's dress... Awakening with a start, the young blonde realized that she was still wearing that awful dress!

Gazing around the room, she could not see much as the bed's curtains were closed. She could hear snoring though, which grated on her nerves. Trying not to move too much, Astoria shmmied out of Luna's dress she had stole. Once it was off, she was left in only her underwear, but she was able to destroy the offending garment with her wand.

Save from the Fashion Police, aka her sister, the young Slytherin rolled on her side and cuddled up to the redhead. Having been fascinated from a young age with her sister's red hair, she stretched a hand up to play it with quietly. Daphne was warm and still, perhaps having partied too hard last night?

Who: Daphne Greengrass and Sara Moon
What: Daphne has some gossip…
When: January 24th, Tuesday 1997. 4:00pm
Where: Sara's room, to start.
Rating: NC-17

Daphne was strutting around like the cock of the walk. She had her normally superior air about her but it seemed magnified. Slytherins got out of her way, even Pansy the Queen Bee, when she went strutting about. There was something…dangerous about her.

Theo was even a bit deferential to her. Not that he was smart enough to recognize the need but clearly his base instincts were serving him well. Despite her dangerous aura, Daphne was all smiles.

She was looking for Sara. The two of them had not had any time together for the last week or so. That had to be remedied. Daphne had sent Theo scurrying about by telling him she had heard a rumor that Gabrielle was at Hogwarts visiting her sister and was outdoing something in the Forbidden Forrest. He would be gone a good long time…

"If we are lucky, the centaurs will string him up," Daphne muttered to herself, a dark edge in her voice.

Daphne was in a fresh uniform that was from last year; the skirt was too short and the blouse was too tight. It was pristine and perfectly pressed, of course. Daphne wouldn't be caught dead in anything raggedy.

Making her way to Sara's room, she hoped to find her there. She didn't care if Claire was there. She would either get her out of the room or she and Sara could always leave.

Daphne had some juicy gossip that Sara was going to love. Demurely, she knocked and waited for Sara to answer. Daphne folding her arms in front of her after adjusting her cloak.

Who: Sara Moon and Daphne Greengrass.
What: Sara has a gift for Daphne to show her appreciation.
When:January 7th, Saturday late afternoon.
Where: Hogsmeade.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: With Sara and Daphne, there's bound to be some.

It was another trip to Hogsmeade, only this time the students of Hogwarts were accompanied by freezing cold weather. Bundled up in a fur lined leather jacket and Slytherin scarf coupled with dark red corduroy pants and black working boots, Sara looked with displeasure over the snowy town. The only redeeming event would occur hopefully soon though...

Spending the minimum amount of time with Theo, Sara picked the best time, after he had downed quite a few butterbeers, to tell him she was going to go o some girlish shopping. He waved her off and Sara sighed as she was free.

Earlier in the week, Sara had sent a discreet owl to Daphne telling her of a very hidden Inn that she had booked a room at for them. Surely no one would see them go there. She included the time to meet and room number and a promise of a surprise.

Arriving at the inn, Sara checked in and quickly went up to the simple room with only a big wooden bed and a wooden table and chairs, dresser and a couch. She called down for some wine which was quickly brought up with two glasses. Once she was alone, she took off her jacket and scarf to reveal a black longsleeve thermal shirt with some English quidditch team logo that Theo supported. It was one of the few things he had given her and he only gave it to her so she would look "presentable" at a match he had dragged her to.

Sitting down, she took out the box that held Daphne's present and poured two glasses of wine as she waited.

Who: Daphne Greengrass, Sara Moon and Tracey Davis
What: Daphne is holding up her end of the bargain…
When: Thursday, April 4th. 8:00pm
Where: Slytherin Girl's dorm, 6th year near Sara's room.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst.

Daphne had been looking for Sara since they had come back from dinner. To her annoyance, Sara seemed to have disappeared. She wasn't in her room, the common room or anywhere else she looked.

Tracey Davis had sought her out earlier that day. She had come to Daphne with info she would have killed for before her encounter with Sara. She would have put it out so fast that Sara wouldn't have known what hit her. However, things had changed since then…

Taking the information graciously, Tracey never asked her to do anything with it. Clearly her housemate assumed that Daphne would have just told people. Tracey would have been right; too bad for her that she didn't know about Daphne and Sara's alliance.

Armed with something so damning that Sara was sure to owe her forever, Daphne could barely contain herself as she looked for Sara.

Who: Daphne Greengrass and Sara Moon
What: Sara has some aggression towards her fellow Slytherin.
When: March 22, Friday. 8:00pm.
Where: Slytherin Common Room
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Snarkiness, dubious consent.

Daphne was in a mood. She hid it expertly but that didn’t change a single thing. She had been making eyes at Theo all night. How dense could he be? Obviously, quite dense. Even though their little affair had been going on for over a year, he still couldn’t pick up the simplest clues.

Worse yet, Daphne was dressed to the nines. She wore and elegant and flowing silk dress of white with purple and yellow flowers. The common room was actually warm for once, though it wasn’t coincidence. Daphne had made sure the fire was roaring because she had wanted to wear her dress that was drastically out of season.

Her red hair was loose and flowing over her shoulders and she wore light make up and her favorite strappy shoes. I would shag me rotten, was what she had though as she’d looked at herself in the mirror before coming down.

Theo was…leaving. She gave him a dirty look, but it was clear that he didn’t even notice. For a teenage boy, he sure seemed to have things other than sex on his mind quite a bit. If it wasn’t for her schemes, Daphne would consider a new boy…

Crossing her legs, kicking her foot, she wondered what she should get into.

Who: Daphne Greengrass/Harriet Potter, Hermione Granger (later)
What: Temptation is a Slytherin witch with red hair…
When: One week into the school year, Friday afternoon
Where: Quidditch Pitch to start
Rating: Sure to be NC-17
Notes: This thread is based on a game idea that we wanted to run and haven’t gotten around to yet. Here is a link explaining the differences: http://www.greatestjournal.com/users/sorciere_mod/1176.html

Daphne Greengrass was having an interesting year so far. Teenage hormones had always run rampant at Hogwarts. However, this year, Daphne felt them more acutely than ever. Her experience over the summer, coupled with whatever was going on at Hogwarts, had left her feeling on edge. That edge also carried with it some unexplainable urges and desires. At first she had fought them. Though after a week, she was no longer seeing any reason to resist; assuming she could be subtle and still have her fun.

Harriet Potter had come to Daphne’s notice more in one week than she had in the five previous years they had been to Hogwarts together. Normally, the halfblood, daughter of a shameless Mudblood was reviled by witches like Daphne. Since she had been back, that disgust had changed to an exciting taboo. Daphne would keep her secret, but that didn’t lessen her desires.

Daphne was not one to chase. She was a goddess, or so she had been told. Instinctively, she agreed. She was worth pursuing and chasing and obsessing over. All she needed to do was make the shy witch notice her. Eventually, Harriet would come to her.

Two days earlier, Daphne had begun to set a trap for Harriet to notice her. Her skirts rode high in the classes they shared, the top two buttons of her blouse came undone at just the right time, she bent over to fetch her quill just as Harriet happened by and many more provocative things timed perfectly to be spied by only one person.

At her first practice for the cheer squad, Daphne was sure to intensify her flirting under the cover of cheering on the teams as they practiced. In her short skirt and little uniform, Daphne twirled and spun and pranced and stretched to the routines, her eyes often moving to Harriet Potter as she flew around on her broom.

Of course, she could deny it and would if she needed to. Daphne did notice that she wasn’t the only one distracted. She had no idea why. Several times during the week she had wished that she’d learned Occlumency. She had to wonder what some of her fellow girls were thinking about.

Is it the boys on the other side of the campus? she wondered as she dropped into a split, lifting her pom poms over her head. Turning her head, Daphne tossed her hair with a smoldering gaze that just happened to be in the direction of the Gryffindors circling nearby.

The practice began to break up and Daphne stood off to the side with a few of the other girls from the cheer squad. She made a point of standing in cute poses of flipping or hair as she made sure not to look at Harriet while attempting to get Harriet to look at her.