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Dean Thomas (deanthomas) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-03-14 01:04:00

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!1998: 03, !incomplete, daphne greengrass, dean thomas

Who: Dean Thomas, Daphne Greengrass
When: Sunday afternoon, the 14th
Where: Grounds
What: Run in!
Rating: TBA, probably low.
Open/Closed: Closed

Dean hadn't seen much of Daphne. Not since their little meeting in the library, at least. He'd seen her in the Great Hall, or around classes here and there, but that was all. He wasn't daft, he didn't try to talk to her in public, and if she was staying clear, then it was probably wiser than seeing him anyway. Since him and Seamus' little chat, they'd been seeing more of each other, since Seamus didn't have to worry about hiding where he was going from Dean anymore. So Dean didn't think about her that much. Or less than he had been, at least.

But that didn't mean he didn't think about her. Everything about them spending any time with each other was a completely insane notion. They were nothing alike, she hated all his friends and he hated hers, and she couldn't be seen with him without ostracizing herself. So they made no sense.

Common sense didn't have a lot of sway over the rest of his brain though, once in a while, and though Dean didn't ever TRY to find her, he kept an eye out. And when he was sitting outside, a little ways from the school, reading through his Transfiguration notes while he perched on a large tree root that made a decent enough bench, he caught sight of Daphne from the corner of his eye. He looked up, hesitating a moment and looking around. There was no one around that he saw, and he got up after a moment, walking over and catching her attention, giving her a slight smile. "Hi, Greengrass," he greeted, a little awkwardly. He hadn't the faintest idea what to say, but he wanted to talk to her. He probably should have sussed out something better to say first, though.

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daphne__g
2010-03-14 01:06 pm UTC (link)

Daphne wasn't stupid. She knew that whatever feelings she had for Dean had to be erased, and quickly. They couldn't be discovered, only Merlin knew what her family would do to Dean.... or worse, what her family would do to her. Ostracizing wasn't the half of it, her family would likely disown her, and destroy her completely. Erase her from the Greengrass name, and never speak of her again. It wasn't worth it, and she knew the only way to save herself (and ultimately Dean) was forgetting about their snog in the library. She had to try to ignore that sudden fluttering in her stomach each time she thought of him. She to forget that each time their gaze would accidentally meet in the corridors, or in the Great Hall, or in class that her heart didn't beat a little faster. It was slowly dawning on Daphne that while she was trying to deny all these feeling for Dean... there was an exhilarating rush that came with the prospect of having such an earth shattering secret. No one knew, except Seamus Finnigan, and even then, he seemed like a decent enough bloke to not tell anyone. Daphne didn't really have friends like that. She couldn't tell Blaise, because deep down she knew that Blaise would rip Dean apart and it would ultimately destroy their friendship.

Yes, forgetting Dean Thomas had to be the best solution.

Sundays were boring for Daphne, schoolwork that was due Monday was completed on Saturday, or Friday evening, which left her with nothing to do on Sunday. The Slytherin Common Room was overly crowded with housemates that waited last minute to finish their homework. Feeling crowded just trying to sit in a chair, Daphne decided to head outside - maybe there she would be able to get a breath of fresh air without twenty others breathing down her neck.

The weather was nice enough, it wasn't dreadfully cold, and in the sun it could almost pass for Spring. Taking the path towards the gardens, ever observant Daphne caught the sight of someone very familiar.

Someone she was trying to avoid.

Swallowing slightly, she had to turn around before he ---

Blood hell.

He was getting up and walking straight towards her. Maybe if she turned around and pretended not to see him, he would go away. Turning towards a plant that was starting to bud, Daphne became intently interested in the buds that would likely blossom any day now. Wincing slightly as Dean said her name, she chastised herself for thinking that plan would work. Composing herself, she turned around to look at Dean.

"Thomas. Fancy meeting you here..." If his greeting was awkward, Daphne's must have been the winner. "How..." hands laced behind her back, as her thumb ran over her palm nervously. Merlin, was she actually nervous? "How are you getting along?" Smooth, Daph, really smooth.

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deanthomas
2010-03-15 05:17 am UTC (link)

Dean understood the consequences on a less dire level. He knew it wouldn't be healthy for both of them, that it'd cost Daphne family and friends - and that wasn't something he'd ask of her, anyway. Not on purpose. He was just having a hard time staying away. But he didn't realize how dangerous it really might be.

He just knew she was a pretty girl who sometimes made him laugh, and sometimes frustrated him, and always kind of interested him.

He shoved his hands in his pockets as she tucked hers behind her back, blowing a slightly exasperated breath. "Not too bad. Bit slow around here, seems like. Slow's probably a bit letter than whatever the alternative, but still dull." It wasn't that boring. He got to hear about Seamus' lessons now, and there was Quidditch, and D.A., and worrying. But otherwise. . .

He studied her. Daphne didn't look shy, or nervous much, but he thought he saw a definite little flash of uncertainty there. "What about you?" He hesitated and then teased with a slight smile. "Miss me?" It came out a little too sincere, even if he was kidding.