Request from @evolutionsbedingt aka Nantai.
GinnyxDaphne (romantically)
“What are you doing up here, Weasley?” + Quidditch + 8th year
“What are you doing up here, Greengrass?”
The words are rough, taut with emotion. Daphne doesn’t even have to turn to see who has spoken. That voice is etched into her very soul.
“None of your business, Weasley.”
A rough, indelicate snort is followed by a coarse hand grabbing her arm, spinning her around until she has no choice but to confront those hard, accusing eyes.
“Really? It’s not my business? You of all people can’t say that.” The words are hard and flat, like the very stones beneath their feet.
Daphne can’t help but flinch and look away from the younger girl. She focuses her eyes instead on the small white hand clenched around a broom so tightly. She’s always found it odd that Ginny’s hands could look so fragile, yet be so tough.
“Well?” Ginny asks, her voice pushing, “Are you going to tell me why you stood me up at the Quidditch pitch?”
Daphne sighs, moving her gaze even further from Ginny, but not fighting the strong hand gripping her arm. The sky looks almost the same as it had looked a few months ago, when their positions had been reversed.
“What are you doing up here, Weasley? Don’t you know the Carrows are out?”
The red-haired girl looked up, her face shockingly pale in the gorgeous spring sunset. “What do you care, Greengrass? Why is a Slytherin worrying about the plight of a blood-traitor?”
Daphne flinched at the hatred and pain in the younger girl’s eyes. “I — I just wanted to help. No one should be treated like this.”
“Like what?” Weasley spat. “Second-class citizens?”
Daphne nodded, jumping in surprise when Weasley threw her head back and let out a sharp, almost hysterical laugh.
“Oh, that’s a laugh. Coming from you — one of the princesses of Slytherin! Since when do you care if the Carrows find me and torture me? I heard you cast the Cruciatus Curse on Neville!!!”
Tears burned in Daphne’s eyes and her heart hurt to see such pain. “You heard wrong. I only said the words. No spell would come from my wand. Vincent took over instead.”
“You expect me to believe that?” Weasley bit out, rising to her feet and revealing her wand, clutched tightly in her hand.
Daphne took a step back, holding up her hands and revealing that they were empty. “It’s the truth. I don’t want anyone to get hurt. I just wish Potter would hurry things up and end this. Don’t you?”
Weasley’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not lying, are you?”
The older girl shook her head.
“Fine. I’ll go now. Thanks for the heads up, Greengrass.”
With that Weasley swept past her, off the Astronomy Tower and back into the depths of the castle. Daphne couldn’t help but hope that no one else found her.
That hadn’t been the last time Daphne had found the younger girl up here. They’d met regularly for weeks, until Potter had returned and ended the nightmare. This is their special place. It’s why she has decided to hide up here now. She doesn’t think the younger girl would care enough to seek her out, though she should have known better.
Ginny is nothing if not stubborn.
“You’re not going to let me get away without explaining, are you?” Daphne asks sadly, still staring out at the sunset.
She sighs, “Alright then. It’s simple really. I have no desire to see you interact with Harry Potter. See. Simple.”
Silence stretches out between them, growing so tight that Daphne has to turn and look at the other girl. Ginny is gorgeous, her red hair cut short and wind-blown. Her robes are slightly askew, just calling for Daphne to tidy them. And her face...her face is the same one that Daphne sees every time she closes her eyes. The same face she’s seen for so many months now.
Who knew she had it in her to fall in love with such a proud little lion?
“Are you going to let me go now?” Daphne asks, giving her arm a little tug. To her surprise, Ginny’s grip only grows tighter.
“Because, I’m afraid my dear Daphne, you have entirely the wrong idea about Harry and me.”
Her words are cut off as she is abruptly yanked forwards. Stumbling she opens her mouth to shout in surprise, but finds that too abruptly cut off.
Ginny Weasley, her little lion, is kissing her!
Just as quickly Ginny pulls back. Her eyes are hard and intense as they meet Daphne’s own.
“Don’t you dare stand me up again. Understand? Not for that reason at least! Harry and I are broken up and we’re just friends. Got it? I love you, not him. And if you ever —”
Daphne stopped listening.
Grinning from ear to ear she returns the favor, cutting off Ginny’s tirade with another kiss. Ginny stiffens for a moment, then relaxes into the kiss, her broom clattering as it drops onto the stone floor. Their fingers tangle in each others hair and by the time they break apart they are both panting, their robes and hair mussed beyond repair.
Heedless of her appearance, Daphne can do nothing but whisper, “I love you, too.”
