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Post by daphne on Aug 21, 2012 15:29:54 GMT
Slowly and ever so deliberatly, Daphne looked down and stared at Theo’s arm, fully expecting to be greeted with the Mark she had only heard rumors about in her lifetime. And there was nothing. His arm was completely void of anything; void of scars or tatoos or...well, anything. Her finger reached out and ran down a vein toward the center of his forearm and she smiled. Was Daphne disappointed? As she sat there, staring at the blank slate that was Theo’s arm, she couldn’t help but feel a little relieved. Sure, she believed everything that she had been saying, but there was just something so final and dangerous about the Dark Mark. Not to mention the nasty scar that it had left in it’s wake. So no, she was not disappointed. She was relieved that Theo had been smart about the whole thing. Or at least that’s what she told herself, “You never disappoint, Mr. Nott.” She said, raising her eyes and meeting his wicked grin with one of her own.
“Oh please-” That was all she could manage when he threw the royalty quip at her. Sure, there was a possibility that people would see the appeal of a Lestrange as Slytherin royalty, but above the Greengrass sisters? Never. They had worked hard to establish their reputation and they wouldn’t just give it up without a fight. Plus, Daph didn’t want to fight Theo for stuff like that. She would rather curl up next to him during a Professional Quidditch Match and talk about-
Feelings. She stopped herself right there, knowing that she was treading onto dangerous territory. She resorted back to snarky comments to protect herself from the path that emotion threanted to blaze when it came to Theodore Nott, “You’re delisional.” She rolled her eyes at the simplicity of her statement, knowing that she was no match for Theo’s wit this afternoon. She was appartently off her game. So far off her game, in fact, that Theo could probably say anything and she would have simply agreed with him. That was just the way that she felt about him these days. It scared her. Terribly.
“Unconditional love.” She muttered under her breath about his fan-base. He was probably right, but Daphne didn’t really pay attention to anyone else’s reputation but her own, as sad as that was. She didn’t have time to deal with other people’s social standing when hers seemed ever to be off-balance.
She was still staring off in the distance, keeping her expression cool and collected when she felt his fingers on her chin. She was pulled back to facing him, staring into those brown eyes that she had had so many day-dreams about. The tosseled hair, the expression that looked like he was practically begging for her to say yes, the soft lips, the stubble that so desperately needed to be shaved this afternoon...all of it was calling to her like a male siren. She bit down on her lip, considering the question for a moment before venturing an answer, “You wouldn’t bother with the other girls.” That was her killer response? That was how she thought that she was going to hook Theo? Mentally she was groaning at her idiocy, but outside the recesses of her mind, she continued to play it cool.
She leaned forward slightly, so their lips were centimeters apart and she bit down on her lip, “Theodore Nott, you do strange things to me.” She said honestly. It was the truth. Everytime she was around him, she felt like she had no control over her emotions. A bit more leaning forward and she had pressed her forehead to his, “Don’t both with the other girls. They’re not worth your time.” It was a bold statement, but not as bold as her next move. She tilted her head so that her lips brushed his only momentarily. Enough to give them both a taste of what it would feel like.
She could feel her heart beating out of her chest, the electricity palpable between them for a split second. Like an electric shock running through her veins. And then, just as soon as it started, it was over, leaving her in a small state of shock. Daphne pulled back, her face surely red and stared at Theo, “I should-” She pulled her back onto her lap and then stood up as gracefully as she could manage, although, she was sure that she looked like a fool, “I should be going. I have-” Where did she have to be? “I have a thing-” She pressed her fingertips to her lips and covered the smile that was beginning to cement itself there, “We should, you know, do this again or something.” It was a vague statement, but she hoped that Theo caught her drift. She hoped that he had felt it too. She took a few steps back, not willing to look away from him yet and nearly tripped over a stump. She blushed again and then turned on her heel. She had kissed Theodore Nott. |
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