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daphne greengrass is [bulletproof];; (daphne__g) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-01-07 23:34:00

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!1998: 01, !complete, daphne greengrass, dean thomas

WHO: Daphne Greengrass & Dean Thomas
WHAT: A random run in between the two most unlikely people.
WHERE: A random corridor.
WHEN: Some time before dinner?
RATING: PG-13? (who knows...)

With school starting up again life at Hogwarts could almost pass for being normal. So many things happened over Christmas break that Daphne was beginning to question if this was what she had to look forward to after school as well. Chaos throughout the wizarding world had everyone on edge, purebloods, halfbloods, and muggleborns alike. While Daphne was just as confused as ever about everything going on, she did a pretty good job of covering up her apprehension and confusion. Especially with the recent muggle registration act in place, Daphne wasn't quite sure where she stood with all this madness. On one hand she firmly believed that muggles should be kept out of the wizarding world, but on the other hand she cared so little for anything that didn't involve her directly that she wanted to shrug this off as just another attempt to get people to care about that didn't really need caring. It wasn't that Daphne was an uncaring soul, she just felt better leaving things alone. It made life easier to tolerate if you just held everything with equal disregard.

Completely engrossed in her book, The Philosophy of the Mundane: Why Muggles Prefer Not to Know by Professor Mordicus Egg. Daphne was practically finished with it, only three chapters left. Despite claiming disregard for muggles, after her conversation with Dean about muggle devices, her curiosity was piqued. Not really to study them, but to get an idea of what else they were missing out on. For lack of a better way to describe it, while reading about muggles, Daphne felt a sense of superiority over them. Huge metal flying crafts seemed so pointless in comparison to a simple apparating spell. Devices to re-heat things, store massive amounts of information, their money. It all seemed useless when there was magic to do it all.

Black patent leather heels hit the stones rhythmically, as peripheral vision made sure that she didn't smack into a wall, or into any students. Blue eyes seemed completely engrossed in the book, as her feet aimlessly took her through the hallways. White knee highs ran up sinfully long legs as a black pleated skirt hugged her slender hips. Robes were left in the dormitories considering all her classes were over for the day. A black sweater clung to her frame as the crisp white collar of a button down shirt was visible and the green and silver tie. Slytherin crest was worn proudly upon her sweater.

Finally turning down a quiet hallway, steps slowed down to enjoy the silence around her. Without bothering to pay attention to where she was going, Daphne just kept her nose stuck in that book.

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daphne__g
2010-01-18 11:57 pm UTC (link)

"Trust me, Thomas," A playful smirk curled on Daphne's lips, as she leaned towards him just a little bit more, "They are talking about me, it's what they do best." Head tilted just slightly before she sat back, shifting in her seat just a bit more. "In all honesty, when I leave this ruddy school, I want to live somewhere nice and quite, away from all this bloody nonsense about blood purities, and social classes, and rubbish like that. Alone, and quiet, without having to worry about Death Eaters, and bloody muggle registrations." Rolling her eyes, gaze looked down at her book briefly.

Shaking her head finally, she gave Dean a sideways glance. "Let's stop talking about Draco bloody Malfoy. Hell, I hear enough about between my sister and Pansy, that the last thing I want to talk to you about is Draco Malfoy." Hands finally unlaced from gripping the book so tightly, to press her palms against the cold stone seat she was sitting on. Fingers drummed against the edge, as she turned her head to rest her chin on her shoulder and settle to blue gaze on him.

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deanthomas
2010-01-19 12:43 am UTC (link)

"Paranoia doesn't suit you, Daph," Dean answered, looking amused. It took an enormous ego to assume someone was ALWAYS talking about you. Dean was fairly sure that at any given point in time, the chance of anyone talking about him was fairly close to zero. Daphne was a bit more likely, true. But he still thought there wasn't people yapping about her as often as she thought there was. He didn't mind the ego though. It was a bit cute in an odd way.

"Sounds like a good plan to me. Can't say I wouldn't like something a bit quieter too." Dean had his own idle hopes. He'd like to make a living as an artist, have his own flat, or one with Seamus, that sort of thing. He didn't figure it was likely to happen though. So he wasn't sure what he'd do out of school. Get a job somewhere, he supposed.

"Right," he agreed. "Fair enough. What would you rather talk about?" Dean asked her, tilting his head a little and smiling a little, dropping his hand to catch her fingers where they drummed - ostensibly to stop the drumming, but really just leaving his hand atop hers.

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daphne__g
2010-01-19 01:42 am UTC (link)

Sure, it was a bit egotistical, but Daphne never said she was a modest girl. She wasn't paranoid, just more conscious of people and their tendencies... Or lack thereof. Her housemates were notorious of gossiping and talking about eachother, Daphne knew that they talked about her, mainly because she talks about them right back. A tiny smile just curled on her lips, while Dean might question it, Daphne knew better.

"After this year of bloody insanity a quiet life sounds nice."

Daphne fell very quiet when his hand moved ontop of her's. Glancing up at him, a finely sculpted brow arched slightly. "I...." voice trailed off as she looked back down at their hands. "I suddenly don't feel like talking." A sly smirk surfaced as she leaned towards him just a slightly bit more.

"Do you?" Her voice was low, and quiet almost like she was luring him to lean closer to her.

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deanthomas
2010-01-19 02:19 am UTC (link)

"Seems like things are getting more crazy instead of less," Dean observed. He wondered if it was the build toward the climax or something. Things had to come to a head sometime, right? He just hoped it came out well in the end. He had friends too invested in everything for him to think about otherwise.

He smiled a little as she trailed off, watching the smirk and the way she leaned in. It was a pretty clear invitation, really. Dean wasn't the most observant of boys when it came to flirting - but he wasn't dense either. "I can think of better things to do," he answered, just as quietly.

He lifted his hand to thread through her hair, brushing it back, and then leaned in, catching her mouth in slightly cautious kiss.

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daphne__g
2010-01-19 05:58 am UTC (link)

"Unreasonably so," she agreed. Daphne was beginning to wonder if it all meant something. She wasn't one to usually care about such things, but considering some the events thus far have involved her, she's truly wondering if something is building up to climatic finish.

No matter; all thoughts were instantly brushed aside the moment she felt Dean's fingers lace into her hair and his lips press against hers. Eyes flashed open wide for a brief moment. Everything in her mind was screaming to pull away in horror and disgust. Mind running rampant with thoughts of smacking him, and screaming... Yet, it felt so bloody good.

Eyes closed, finally, and a hand lifted to slowly trace her fingers over his jaw line. Her touch was feather light, just as gentle and cautious as her kiss. Daphne wasn't notorious for snogging, but she wasn't a stranger to it either. There was really only one other boy who saw this side of her, so why Dean was special enough to see it, she didn't know. All she knew was that Dean and her were kissing, and part of her didn't want this to end.

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deanthomas
2010-01-19 06:49 am UTC (link)

Dean wasn't exactly FOREIGN to snogging. He'd done his fair share with Ginny, and a few others. Ginny had been a bloody good kisser, too.

Snogging pureblood Slytherins who spent half of their time mocking him - admittedly more in fun than meanly - was new, though. And Dean had still half thought he might get slapped.

He wasn't though, and after a moment Dean shifted closer and the tentative kiss deepened a little, hand sliding to the back of her neck and gripping lightly, thumb running a line along the nape of her neck. It was a pretty good kiss really, once they both got over being surprised by it happening at all.

He pulled away finally, after a second, longer kiss, free hand running along her arm lightly. "Bit better than talking?" he suggested quietly.

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daphne__g
2010-01-19 07:19 am UTC (link)

Daphne could see the rumors flying within her house. 'Slytherin pureblood snogs muggleborn Gryffindor'. A thrill of excitement ran up her spine as she realized this kiss was definitely going to have to be kept on the down low. If any of her friends found out... Or worse her parents? Daphne knew she would be ruined. She also knew that her parents would likely turn in the Thomas family if they found out.

As Dean pulled back eyes fluttered open to look at him. This was one of the reasons why she didn't want the kiss to ever stop. The awkwardness that would follow was inevitable.

Fingers ran down his neck to fix his collar. Clearing her throat, Daphne nodded. "Just a bit." During their kiss the book on her lap shifted slightly, and as Daphne moved a bit just to give herself some space the book went crashing to the floor with a loud clatter.

Wincing slightly, Daphne pulled back completely to look down at the book before looking around the corridor. "I should get going."

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deanthomas
2010-01-19 07:57 am UTC (link)

Dean bent to pick up the book when she dropped it, lifting it for her to take and then smiling, watching her face for a moment. "Yeah, probably," he agreed. Dean wasn't stupid. He knew there was as much chance of Daphne wanting to be seen snogging a mudblood as there was of him suddenly turning green.

Would be nice if she hadn't wanted to run off five seconds later though.

He brushed a thumb over her lips anyway before he dropped his hand away and sat back. "See you. . . around?" he asked. He'd have asked her out for a drink or something, but that was a bit hard with a girl who wouldn't want to be seen out with him.

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daphne__g
2010-01-19 08:27 am UTC (link)

Daphne didn't know what was wrong with her, this sort of thing was completely out of the norm for her. She couldn't place what possessed her to kiss him and now conflicting emotions were racing through her mind. She's Daphne bloody Greengrass! The ice queen of Slytherin, and now she's snogging Dean Thomas, a mudblood of Gryffindor? Something was very confused within her and she hated to admit it.

Glancing down at the book when it was offered to her, Daphne took it with a silent 'thank you'. Fingers grasped the book tightly as she nodded. A tiny smile managed to push it's way on to her lips as his thumb brushed across her lips.

Climbing to her feet a hand came to rest on his shoulder. Leaning down her lips pressed to the corner of his lips in a very brief kiss. "Perhaps." Daphne had no doubt in her mind that she would see him again, but she felt it best to test him with possibility that he might not see her. After all, when all was said and done, Daphne was a girl, and what girl didn't like to leave without a little mystery and intrigue lingering in the air?

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deanthomas
2010-01-19 08:54 am UTC (link)

Dean stood when she did, but didn't reach to try to stop her. Just smiled a little, watching her pull herself together. The smile widened at the little kiss and he brushed his fingers through her hair once more.

"Hope so," he told her, but he left it at that, letting her walk away, still grinning a bit. And watching her. Since it was a nice sort of view, really, with the long long legs. And what was at the top of her legs.

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