you promised me you'd be around [isaac]

[DAPHNE ELIZABETH GREENGRASS]

i am a new breed of doll
crash helmet and halo on

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Daphne shot up and stared at the end of her bed. Nothing there. Sweat was dotting her brow and her clothes were sticking to her, but from the silence in the dorm, she hadn’t screamed. Great. Another nightmare. They were getting increasingly common, but she wasn’t going to tell anyone about them. She didn’t feel sufficiently close enough to anyone to believe that they’d take her seriously, more than anything. That, and she knew that they wouldn’t really care. She wasn’t naïve. She knew her ‘friends’ didn’t even like being around her – they just wanted power and gossip. That was fine with her as long as they didn’t gossip badly about her.

Getting out of bed, she shivered as the cold morning air hit her bare legs. The fire hadn’t yet warmed up the room, which meant that it was quite early, and she had probably missed the House Elves by no more than fifteen minutes. Contemplating putting her feet on the bare stone floor, she shook her head and instead pulled out her diary. Her bedside cabinet had a bottle of ink and a quill on it for just these occasions, and Daphne pulled the blanket back over her legs as she wrote. Once the journal entry was finished, she gritted her teeth and ran silently to the shared bathroom.

Daphne had been commandeering the bathroom in the girls’ dorm for over half an hour, and people were starting to get angry. They were banging on the door and complaining about her, thinking that she couldn’t hear them. She could, and was taking much longer than she really needed just to annoy them. Currently, she was stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself from various angles, trying to work out her best side for the cameras that would most probably be around at the Great Hall. Wouldn’t do to look bad in front of those, now, would it?

Just when she thought one of them was going to break the door down, she stepped out with a cool smirk. ”Calm down, losers. We’ve got hours until the Ball.” She rolled her eyes as if they were the ones at fault and flounced to her bed, pulling the curtains around as she tied the belt of her robe tighter. The towel turban on her head was securing her hair, and ensuring that it would dry in loose curls. Whilst it did, though, Daphne searched through her trunk, which was almost as packed as the walk in wardrobe she had at home.

She took her time getting ready, knowing that she had nothing else to do. Although she didn’t look or act the studious type in public, it was common for Daphne to stay up until the early hours of the morning, with the curtains around her bed pulled closed, doing her homework. The people she spent most of her time with still thought that she had bribed Ravenclaws to do it for her, and were forever trying to convince her to tell them who the person or people were so they could do it too. Her school work was filed away in a box under her bed, ready to be pulled out whenever she needed it. There was no reason for it to take up precious space where her clothes and shoes were. After deliberating over what colour suited her best and what she was trying to achieve, Daphne laid out her outfit for the night.

She had selected a silky red evening dress, knowing perfectly well that the colour suited her and made people think certain things of her. Her shoes and bag were silver, as was the hip flask of Firewhisky she stuck into the pocket, and her makeup was subtle but complementary. She dressed slowly and meticulously, smoothing down invisible creases at every slight move. Once dressed, she waved her wand in a complex motion, and her hair twisted up into a bun, secured by a row of (real) red flowers.

After securing her wand in a holster on her right thigh, Daphne picked up her bag and left for the Great Hall. She was late to meet Draco already, but that had been the point all along. She wasn’t supposed to be the one waiting for him. It seemed her plan had backfired slightly, though, when he wasn’t there to greet her outside the doors. She scoured the large hall quickly, but didn’t see the platinum blonde hair of the boy that her parents had told her to spend as much time with as possible. Sighing, she contemplated going back to the common room to wait a while longer, but disabused herself of the notion when she saw how dank the corridor back really was. She would just wait.

Half an hour really was too long, and without even a note or an apology! Daphne was fuming, and that was unusual for her. Typically mellow, Daphne had to pretend to get angry when people insulted or attacked her. This time, though, she was genuinely furious, and considering storming into the boys’ dormitory to find out where he was and why he was so late. Detention, probably, a wry voice in her head told her, but she didn’t think so. After all, weren’t all the teachers supposed to attend the ball too?

A couple walked in front of her, laughing, and her hand itched to jinx them. What right did they have to be all happy when she wasn’t? She was a Greengrass! She couldn’t be stood up, even by a Malfoy! What was his problem? Daphne felt like punching the wall, but she knew it would be a fruitless attempt, and would hurt more than it would help. Instead, the young brunette took two steps towards the large oak doors that lead to the Grounds and collided with someone. Looking up, she recognised him. A Gryffindor. Ew. Daphne moved to carry on walking, muttering under her breath. ”Why can’t people just watch where they’re walking?”


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[ISAAC MATTHEW BLACK]

"Hey, How are you?...You look lovely tonight...Care to dance?" Isaac asked his reflection in the bathroom mirror before starting to laugh at his own stupidity. He admired how his look was surprisingly OK tonight, it wasn't particularly special but for the little time he had spent on it, it seemed to work. The dress robes that normally hung off him and looked like a hideous fancy dress outfit finally fitted him properly and his hair was behaving itself reasonably well. He checked his watch and with one last nod at the mirror he left the room to meet his date for the night.

Isaac didn't know her particularly well but he'd heard she was friendly so he was almost looking forward to the evening, ‘well it'll be a laugh if nothing else’ he thought. Two seconds later, as he descended the stairs to the great hall, someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind. He turned around causing the line of people following him down to halt and wonder what was going on, after a moment they all started to walk past him grumbling. "Yes?" he prompted when the girl, now in front of him, still hadn't uttered a word. "Well, Tammy sent me...she's too erm ill to come..." the girl sniffed before turning and hurrying back up the stairs to most likely finish getting ready. "Great, just great!" said Isaac turning around, now he'd have no one to talk to or dance with and he'd look like a fool unless...He decided he'd go for a walk outside and look for a girl without a partner who was doing the same and looked like good company, anyone one would do, well maybe not anyone – a slytherin, of course, would be horrible, except there was just one that he wouldn't mind dancing with...

And as he daydreamed about dancing with that certain slytherin he walked straight into a girl, "Oh sorry," he said immediately drawn back to reality. He grabbed the girl's shoulders to steady both him and her, "Are you alright...um..." he trailed of as he looked properly at who it was for the first time, "...Daphne?" He just looked at her for a moment before she moved and his arms dropped to his sides as he realised he had held on to her for just a little longer than was needed. "I'm sorry." he said again, 'I was only thinking of you...' he thought, his eyes still following her.

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Tag: Daphne Greengrass
Words: 410
Music: Nothing on you - B.O.B (feat. Bruno Mars)
Notes: Hope this is alright too

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[DAPHNE ELIZABETH GREENGRASS]

i am a new breed of doll
crash helmet and halo on

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To say that Daphne was furious would have been the understatement of the century. Like saying Mount Everest was big, or Voldemort was naughty. She was almost literally glaring daggers at anyone that walked by her, single or not, purely for not being Draco. She hadn’t even wanted to go with the stupid prick in the first place anyway. Her parents had pressured her into it, and now look what had happened? Yes, he was the son of a Death Eater, and he may have had to go somewhere to do something important for his father, but was it so hard to send a note by owl, or to get one of his lackeys to tell her he wasn’t going to be able to make it, or that he was going to be late? It would have saved Daphne a lot of time, effort, and waiting around, none of which she particularly liked wasting, or doing.

It just wasn’t fair that she had been left hanging out to dry, and so she was going to have to think of a suitable punishment. Or punishments. He wasn’t going to get off lightly. He wasn’t going to get away with this. Not when she was this mad. She was so busy plotting revenge, however, that it was her that wasn’t paying attention to where she was walking, or who she was walking into. As soon as she felt the collision, she aimed to grab her wand to slow her fall. However, the other party seemed to have pretty good reflexes, and caught her before her fingers had even brushed her wand. Steadied, Daphne looked up at the person she was addressing, and immediately saw the first step of her payback.

Isaac Black. It couldn’t have been better if she had planned it herself. Although Daphne had never understood the reason why, Draco had harboured a special hatred towards Isaac in particular ever since they had come back for their fifth year. Daphne assumed it had something to do with Black being friends with Potter and Lupin, as well as being Sirius’ son, and had never questioned. Recently, though, Draco had been going out of his way to blame Isaac for things, and looking into the boy’s eyes, Daphne finally thought she knew the real reason. His arms dropped after a long moment, and his knowledge and use of her name made it all that much clearer. A genuine smile curved her full lips upwards, and she nodded. “Perfectly alright, thank you, Isaac.” She replied, patting her hair to make sure none of it had fallen out.

Daphne shrugged one shoulder fluidly. “It was my fault. I should be the one apologising.” She smiled shyly, and her fingers toyed with the chain of her handbag. They were both too near the doors to the Grounds to be waiting for anyone, and she knew it, but she couldn’t help asking. “Are you waiting here for your date?” Then she affected a sad smile. “I had one, but he’s half an hour late and I have no idea if he’s even coming any more…” He wouldn’t have any sympathy for most Slytherins in her predicament, but if she was correct in her observations, she was going to be an exception. She didn’t dare stay stationary too long – it may have looked like they were already going to the Ball together, and she didn’t want people thinking it before it really was, if it was. Especially if there were yet more Slytherins to appear. Which, by the looks of the Great Hall, there were. As if cementing her thought, two of her friends and their dates passed her. They stopped only briefly to give her a questioning look, but she shook her head infinitesimally and shot them a look that said she would explain later.

As she paced, the front of her dress opened to reveal creamy white legs, completely bare. The dress covered only the top half of her thighs, barely obscuring the holster that was securing her wand to her person. The crystals on her shoes were real, and they glinted and glimmered in the candle light, and Daphne couldn’t help but look up at Isaac through her lashed to see his reaction.


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[ISAAC MATTHEW BLACK]

Daphne looked angry, no she looked ready to kill, he felt strangely annoyed that something or someone had upset her that much. When she looked at him Isaac found himself staring right back. As his fate was calculated his eyes moved first across her face and then travelled down her whole body, merlin she looked beautiful tonight.

She smiled at him which should've been the first clue that something was up, she never smiled at gryffindors, but Isaac was far to interested in the way her lips moved as she spoke to think about that. When she paused Isaac realised that he'd obviously been asked a question so he rewound through the conversation. "Oh, yeah well I was but apparently she's ill..." he smiled quickly to show it didn't really matter to him- he was talking too Daphne Greengrass for goodness sake. He thought about what else she'd said and thought how stupid the person was to stand her up and before he could stop to think the words were out of his mouth, "I'd never stand you up."

Immediately he dropped his gaze and blushed. He was skating on thin ice for the simple reason that Daphne was Draco's. He hated to think about her like that, as a possession but he was fairly sure that was all Draco thought of her as. Isaac shook his head, he'd deal with Draco later saying no more about his earlier slip up he opened his mouth to ask her to dance but seeing her gesture to her friends he had doubts. Why would she look twice at me she's obviously about to go off with her rich, clever, pretty friends, he thought. But as they walked away and Daphne stayed where she was Isaac decided to ask her to go outside where they wouldn't be disturbed by any more questioning glances. He cleared his throat just as Daphne decided to reveal a pair of perfect legs, "Um..." Isaac gulped having to force himself to look at her face while he asked, "Do you wanna go for, er... a walk, like outside?"

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Tag: Daphne Greengrass
Words: 350
Music: Nothing on you - B.O.B (feat. Bruno Mars)
Notes:Love your idea, he's going to be so mad when he finds out she was using him.

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[DAPHNE ELIZABETH GREENGRASS]

i am a new breed of doll
crash helmet and halo on

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It was actually kind of sweet. Isaac’s reaction to her, that is. After weeks of Draco’s half-assed attention, it was nice to actually feel attractive and wanted, if only for a little while. It was just Sod’s Law that it had to be a Gryffindor, though, right? Her smile was genuine, but frozen onto her lips as her mind processed the consequences. If she went to the dance with him, her reputation would plummet from those outside the loop. It would, however, serve to further cement her bitchy personality with her friends, and was a juicy start to paying Draco back for unceremoniously dumping her. On the other hand, if her parents found out, she’d be utterly screwed. And, by the end of it, she may have a lapdog that followed her around constantly. Seconds of thought couldn’t decide whether the latter was a good or bad thing.

Daphne gave Isaac’s news a token sad smile. To be honest, she couldn’t care less, and it showed. She assumed, however, that he would believe that it was because she wanted him to take her to the dance, so didn’t bother to check her reaction. “Some girls just have no idea…” She replied, vaguely, shaking her head with a wry smile on her face. His words weren’t lost on her, much as he may have wished they were, and her smile widened. “You’re so sweet, Isaac.” She responded, her hand brushing his as one corner of her mouth raised. “Why can’t more guys be like you?” She asked, rhetorically.

Daphne’s pacing had inspired just the reaction she had wanted. She watched as Isaac swallowed a lump in his throat and tore his eyes away from her legs. She took the opportunity to wave to another Slytherin acquaintance who was just entering the Great Hall, and then turned to look straight at Isaac. So far, he had blushed, stuttered, and stared at her. What else could she make him do? It was a mercy, really, that she was so good at acting, otherwise she never would have been able to make it this far. Did he really think that she was interested in him? Didn’t he know the Slytherin house at all? At his question, Daphne’s face lit up. “I’d love to!” She exclaimed, forcing a light blush up to her cheeks. This was going better than she ever could have hoped.

Unobtrusively, Daphne brushed against Isaac as she gestured for the doors to open. As they parted and she got a view of the Grounds, she gasped. Every single time, she vowed not to be surprised by the decoration, and every single time, she failed. The fairy lights were real, and enthusiastically flitting around everywhere they could, lighting up the whole lawn. The air shimmered from the amount of light, and the twittering of the tiny pixies was like birdsong. With an awed look in her eyes, Daphne turned to Isaac. “Isn’t it beautiful?” She took a step out onto the grass, and as soon as Isaac joined her, the doors closed. The noise from the ball was completely cut off, and the silence was only broken by the rippling voices of the twinkling creatures.


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[ISAAC MATTHEW BLACK]

Isaac considered what he was doing, getting involved with a Slytherin however little might not be looked upon as the best idea. Firstly his fellow Gryffindors might find it as starnge as the two Slytherin girls had when they'd seen them talking. And then there was Harry who probably wouldn't like it at all but then Isaac had had to listen to Harry going on about Cho over the last few weeks and anything that got at Draco was surely a good thing. Isaac concluded that he couldn't really care less about what anyone at hogwarts thought but he did care about his parents surely it would give them more of a reason to look more fondly on his twin?

Unfortunately or maybe fortunately Isaac's train of thought was interrupted as he felt Daphne's hand quite deliberately brush against his. But much to his dismay this was overshadowed by the fact that she had heard what he'd said 'Well at least she said it was sweet,' he thought maybe it had worked to his advantage.

It was strange really for Isaac to not see through Daphne's plan after all he played pranks and jokes decieving people all the time, though obviously not for the same reason she was. He was a gryffindor, she was slytherin, she had money good looks and friends on the darkside, while he had nothing in comparison. Either he didn't want to see the truth or he genuinly couldn't.

Daphne said yes, infact she'd said she'd love to, Isaac couldn't believe his luck and smiled at her blushing. Again she brushed against him and he felt the silky fabric of her dress on his arm, immediately he made to follow her. He wondered what had happened as she halted, surely she hadn't changed her mind? No, he breathed a sigh of relief as he saw her looking in awe at the decorations. Isaac was never one for fancy lights and glitter but he couldn't ignore the lengths the school had gone to this time. He agreed it was beautiful but not as beautiful as her he decided as his gaze was once again drawn to her. "Yes, yes you are." he replied not even realising his mistake

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