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 ---
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.