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daphne greengrass is [bulletproof];; (daphne__g) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-01-20 21:33:00

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daphne greengrass, dean thomas

WHO: Daphne Greengrass & Dean Thomas
WHAT: When opposites attract? Or something like that...
WHERE: The last table in the library before the Restricted Section.
WHEN: After dinner.
RATING: PG-13? (who knows...)

The moon must be misaligned.

Someone must have slipped something into the water.

Somewhere far away, a voodoo priestess was controlling everything and everyone within Hogwarts.

There had to be some reason as to why the prudest, rudest, and most self absorbed Slytherin within Hogwarts was agreeing to meet with someone who was the complete opposite of her. Yet, whenever Daphne attempted to find a reason, all she was left was with more confusion than when she started out. She didn't know why she gave Dean Thomas more attention than others, yet something in her mind said that it was all right to do so. It wasn't like she was particularly nice to him, on the contrary, Daphne teased him to the point where most people would say "fuck it" and walk off. She constantly pointed out his flaws, and the fact that he was a muggleborn. She tried insulting him, and even went as far as to tell him that she was embarrassed to be seen around him. Despite all she did to push him away, he still lingered around her. Daphne couldn't understand it, she stayed up late most nights trying to understand it, until finally she just decided to accept it. So Dean wanted to be around her... to be quite honest, Daphne didn't mind. She enjoyed teasing him, and how he could fire off with witty comebacks. It amused her to no end, and somehow, someway, sparked her interest. An interest that was usually only reserved for Blaise.

Far too anxious to eat during dinner, Daphne left the Great Hall a half hour before dinner ended. She wasn't hungry anyways, especially not for the slop they served at school. Heading to the library, her bag was hung off her shoulder. She had to look like she belonged there, yeah? She didn't want to seem suspicious.

The library was quiet, which she was grateful for, considering the Great Hall was loud. A breath of relief escaped her lips, as she found the last desk before the Restricted area empty, and the area around it was empty as well. Pulling out the chair, she took a seat, and placed her bag on the table. Might as well get a few moments of homework in before Dean showed up. One leg crossed over the other underneath the table, as she pulled out a quill and dipped it into the ink. Arithmancy homework was laid out before her, as she began to scribble down notes onto a piece of parchment. Immersing herself in numbers and math she attempted to keep her anxious mind busy before Dean showed up. The last thing she wanted to do was over think a situation that really shouldn't be thought of too much.

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deanthomas
2010-01-22 08:30 am UTC (link)

Dean wasn't really a pushover, or a glutton for punishment. Not normally. The thing about Daphne though was that for all her teasing and prodding, she had moments where she was, in an odd way, almost sweet. And she was a bit funny, too. In a biting sort of way. And Dean wasn't unaware that she paid him a bit more attention than she realized. Pureblood or no, you didn't kid about with someone as much as she did him if you didn't like them, at least a bit.

Maybe it was completely daft, but Dean couldn't quite help it. Daphne was beautiful, after all. And he was the sort of boy who liked to see more than what was on the surface.

He wasn't one to hang about in the library that often either, but he was there enough that it wasn't completely unlikely to see him. He slipped in, heading for the designated table and smiling when he saw her already there. He slipped into the seat next to her, dropping his Transfiguration book and a sketchpad and a little box of charcoal down on the desk. He didn't know if he'd actually sketch her - but he wouldn't mind. "Hey," he greeted quietly, looking her over. She looked pretty, but then, she always did.

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daphne__g
2010-01-23 02:51 am UTC (link)

Running fingers through her hair, Daphne winced when Dean tossed his things on the table. It broke the silence and forced Daphne to look around to see if anyone had heard. Satisfied that he didn't draw any attention to them, Daphne finally smirked. "Fancy meeting you here, I thought that among not knowing how tie shoes, muggles did know how to read." Head tilted down just slightly as brown hair hid that amused smirk. Turning back to look at her half filled parchment of notes, Daphne dipped her quill back to into the ink to continue writing.

"Didn't get lost on your way, did you, Thomas? I would have drawn you a map, but again, the whole reading bit..." Voice trailed off as she began to wonder if her teasing was becoming a bit mean. In the back her she was screaming at herself to stop caring so bloody much. She didn't care, did she? No. She couldn't care. Dean was nothing to her, just another spec within the student body of Hogwarts. So why was she there right now? Well, because she knew that wasn't true. While Daphne couldn't quite explain how she felt for Dean, she knew that just thinking about him sent a thrill up her spine. It was almost forbidden, and the sensation that brought to her was exciting.

Tugging her sleeves down a little more, they covered bruises and a fading scar from where the spider attacked her. Shifting in her seat, she stared down at what she had written thus far. It wasn't much, just a bunch of nonsense about arithmancy. Daphne didn't exactly show up at the library to do homework, anyways.

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deanthomas
2010-01-23 08:03 am UTC (link)

"We picked that trick up ages ago. Mostl because we liked billboards, so we wanted to put up more, and it's a bit hard to find new pictures to put on them, without words," Dean answered.

"Nope. I'm on time though. You're just a bit early. Which makes me think maybe you were eager to see me. I'm flattered, Greengrass, really," Dean teased her back. The teasing rolled off his back. Mostly because if Daphne had MEANT it, she wouldn't be here, as well as he could figure it. If she really thought he was as worthless as the teasing implied, she wouldn't want to have anything to do with him. And whatever her reason or excuses - she was here.

He missed the bruises, but saw how she was moving - uneasy, maybe. Or just nervous, which might not be a bad thing. "Arithmancy, though, is a bit beyond me. Not all muggles, probably, but I've never had much of a head for it."

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daphne__g
2010-01-23 02:25 pm UTC (link)

"Don't flatter yourself, Thomas." She replied rather bluntly. Placing her quill into the inkwell, she sat back in her chair. "I couldn't stomach another minute in the Great Hall. If you haven't noticed, some of my housemates have horrible table manners. It's easy to lose your appetite around them," Shuddering, Daphne gave him a sidelong glance before lifting up the parchment and waving it a bit to let the ink dry.

"I find Arithmancy fascinating. For more accurate than that joke of a class, divination." Rolling her eyes, she ran her fingers over the parchment trying to determine if the ink was dry. "The power of numbers, and the predicting the future, and other rubbish like that," Rolling the parchment up she stuck it in her bag before turning to face him. "I can understand why muggles wouldn't understand it. It involves magic... and unless they are a magic thief, then I imagine arithmancy goes right over most of their heads."

Tilting her head to the side, a playful smirk curled on her lips, "Which brings me to my next question, how exactly does a muggle steal magic?" Grabbing his hand, she turned it over carefully and delicately between her fingers, "Born with sticky fingers, I assume."

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((Sorry, flu got me!))

deanthomas
2010-01-31 12:42 pm UTC (link)

Dean tilted his head. "Yeah, I've noticed that. Crabbe and Goyle don't so much eat as just shovel food into their maws," he told Daphne. That part was true enough. But he still thought she wanted to see him a bit at least. She was here, after all.

"Divination is a joke yeah. Think there's probably some real Seers out there, but Trelawney's not one of them," he agreed readily. Lav and Parvati were mad for it, and Dean never said anything against it around them - but he thought it was a lot of rubbish. He winced, mostly for show. "Yeah well, not so much the magic that gets me as the math."

Dean pursed his lips. "Well. . . it's giving away trade secrets if I tell you. But suppose. . ." he leaned in, faux whispering. "We snog for it," he told her, squeezing her hand. "Not the hand at all. It's the lips."

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daphne__g
2010-01-31 01:35 pm UTC (link)

Secretly, there was a part within Daphne that wanted to see Dean. She couldn't explain it, and whenever she tried to make sense of her feelings for him she just got angry and confused. Pushing those thoughts into the back of her mind, Daphne just allowed her gaze to settle on him. "Such a shame, though, none too shocking. Those two seem to be only good for three things... bullying around students, instilling fear within students, and making them lose their appetites." Shaking her head, it was evident that Daphne was not very fond of the two.

"Divination is all bloody heresy. All you really have to do is make generalizations about a person, before using some sort of process of elimination to make a 'prediction' about someone. As for Trelawney, that woman has to be nutters." Daphne smirked at the wince, she was almost positive it was just for dramatics. "One plus one a bit advanced for a muggle mind like yours?" Daphne teased.

Head tilted just slightly as he leaned in to whisper. "Ah, it all makes sense now..." Daphne mused, a broad smirk curling onto her lips. "you're not here to sketch me, or to make me feel better after that monster spider attacked me... you're here to steal my magic."

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deanthomas
2010-01-31 08:22 pm UTC (link)

"They even manage all three at once. Bit of an impressive hat trick really," Dean told her with a smile and a roll of his eyes.

He laughed. "Tell me how you really feel, Greengrass," he teased her. "I don't believe in it mostly, but the few real ones probably have a hard time getting anyone to believe them. Like the boy who cried wolf. One comes along who really does know there's something bad out there and no one believes them." He shrugged one shoulder. "One plus one I can manage. But get into the multiplying and dividing, and I'm rubbish if I can't write it down."

He reached up, brushing her hair back as she tilted her hair. "I don't know. I'd still fancy a chance to sketch you. But maybe if I siphon off a bit of magic first, it'll come out better," he mused, smiling a bit.

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daphne__g
2010-01-31 10:08 pm UTC (link)

Daphne scoffed, and shook her head, "Honestly, I think their only positive trait is that they're too bloody dim-witted to actually think on their own."

"Hell, don't get me started on Divination." Daphne rolled her eyes, "I prefer logic, and proof versus word of the mouth. I need to see it, and feel it to believe it. Perhaps that's why I don't get along with most of my housemates." Voice trailed off as she tried to think of a time when she could actually sit down with one of her housemates and have a decent conversation with them. Talk about something that didn't involve hating mudbloods, or gossiping about something pointless. There were only three people in Slytherin that she interacted with on a daily basis - one of them being her sister.

Head moved towards his hand as it brushed through her hair, "Well, I would hate to see how a drawing of me would come out if you didn't siphon some magic." Leaning forward her lips lingered dangerously close to his, "I suppose if it's going to help you, I could share a little bit."

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deanthomas
2010-02-01 06:21 pm UTC (link)

"Not sure that's a positive trait," Dean mused. "But suppose it's the best we can come up with."

"I already got you started on Divination. You went on for a bit about it. Cute, really. I like listening to you go on about things that irritate you." Dean teased her. Thought it was true. The nose wrinkle that came with her looking down at something was weirdly fetching.

Or maybe he was just mad.

"Generous of you, Greengrass," he murmured, and grinned more widely, leaning in and pressing his mouth against Daphne's in a slow kiss, sweeping back her hair again, and then sliding his hand to the back of her neck.

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daphne__g
2010-02-02 01:27 am UTC (link)

"Not positive? What are you talking about? Perhaps not positive for them, but it certainly makes them easy to manipulate." Daphne smirked, "Do you really think someone with intelligence would willfully do Malfoy's bidding?"

Pulling back just slightly when he gave her such a strange compliment, she squinted. Why did she suddenly feel uneasy about him? Daphne wasn't used to compliments.... well, that wasn't true. She was used to Blaise complimenting her, though, his compliments seemed more... point blank, and written out. Dean's compliment seemed sincere in a strange way. "Well, I suppose you're lucky that a lot of things irritate me."

Dean was definitely mad, but Daphne seemed about equally as mad.

Eyes closed and fingers deftly lifted to trace along his jaw. If Dean was mad, Daphne must be completely off her rocker. Snogging a Gryffindor... on top of that... a mudblood? If her friends found out.... if her parents found out? Everything would be ruined for her. Daphne didn't even know what she was doing, considering the moment Dean's lips touched hers, her mind went completely blank. All she could focus on was his lips pressed against hers. All the stress of the past week melted away, as she slid closer to him, lips pressing hungrily against his.

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deanthomas
2010-02-02 03:25 pm UTC (link)

Snogging in the open wasn't wise for either of them. Dean would hear it from his friends, and if one of HER friends caught him, he'd probably be a pretty blatant Slytherin target.

But really, it was a bit worse for her. Dean would be thought of as daft for snogging someone who ostensibly hated him and everything he was. Daphne would be seen as a blood traitor slag, probably. Not that Dean believed that, but he knew it was a pretty big bloody risk for her to take.

He knew that, in the back of his mind, but it was hard to make himself pull away. She tasted nice and her lips were soft and her fingers were smooth and warm against his face. Dean leaned in closer, pressing the kiss deeper and slipping his hand from her neck, down her back to rest in the small of it.

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