daphne greengrass is [bulletproof];; (daphne__g) wrote in wished,
Daphne couldn't exactly explain why she hated animals. They just... weren't her cup of tea. They were dirty, smelly, and usually carried disease. Most of her interactions with animals ended up with her covered in muck, or with a missing glove, or hat, or dirty. On top of that, they just smelled disgusting. Daphne was the type of girl who kept herself pristine, clean, and crisp. Animals were not clean, and their living conditions most of the time were vile. She only passed Care of Magical Creatures with an Acceptable. Not her best work, but it was passing. Enough to make her father and mother happy. Sure, some people loved pets. Dogs, cats, even ruddy birds - Daphne wasn't that type of girl. Then again, she wasn't a typical girl, she didn't enjoy gossip, she hated most of her housemates, and she was far more content sitting quietly with a book than out socializing. She craved a quiet life in the countryside without the din of animals to spoil it.
As the book was closed once more, Daphne clenched her jaw in frustration. There was a certain flicker of anger in that blue gaze as she stared at the cover of the book. However, that all began to melt away when she actually heard the desperation in his voice. Was he on the verge of begging? The corner of her lips twitched slightly as she tried to resist the urge to smirk. Gaze lifted from the book as he placed his hand on the floor behind her, inching his way closer to her body.
Finally, Daphne could no longer hide her smirk, head dipped slightly just to brush her cheek against his. Leaning forward, fingers lifted to trace a feather light touch against his jaw. "Of course I have missed you, love." Her voice was a gentle whisper against his ear, practically purring towards him. The last time she used that exact tone with him was the night of the Yule Ball, when she wanted to show him how wrong he was for taking Tracey Davis to the Yule Ball and not her.
Blaise should feel honored, Daphne didn't just seduce anyone. Blaise was the few of the lucky ones that was on her good side, and usually saw a side of Daphne that not many did. A side that not even Astoria, nor Adurina got to see. Daphne wasn't really the compassionate type, nor really one to show affection, especially out in the open like this. There was no doubt that if someone were to come into the common room right at that moment, she would likely push Blaise away and pretend to read once more. It was a matter of pride and not appearing vulnerable.
Pressing her hand to his cheek, her lips pressed against his ear, lips brushing his flesh as she spoke, "I only want to hear one simple word, love. Give me what I want, and I'll give you what you want." Teeth grazed over his earlobe, as a predatory smirk curled on her lips. If there was one thing Daphne was very good at, it was getting what she wanted.