Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.

Written for the following prompts in the following challenges:

FF on F/F Challenge

Hermione Granger/Daphne Greengrass

Are You Crazy Enough To Do It Challenge

(restriction) Only dialogue for the whole story and has to be at least 300 words.

Bold - Hermione Granger

Italics - Daphne Greengrass

Hi

Who is this? Why have you charmed my paper into a message sheet? What do you want?

Hermione Jean Granger, I love you. I have been in love with you for over 3 years now and I can't take it anymore. I couldn't tell you before because of the war, so that's why I'm telling you this right now.

Who are you? Why are you trying to prank me? This is not funny.

I'm not pranking you. I'm being completely honest. I love you.

I don't believe it. I won't believe it is anything but a prank until you tell me who you are and show me that you actually love me.

Alright, I'll show you that I love you, but as for who I am. Find me. You're smart enough.

Why should I play your stupid game?

Hello?

Are you there?

Hi Granger.

What do you want?

I knew you wouldn't throw away the sheet. You're just too curious. Haha. Anyways, open your bag.

What? Why? I'm IN CLASS right now.

Oh, don't be such a prude. You're in History of Magic. Binns won't notice even if you hop on the table and strip to your undies. Actually, why don't you do that?

NO!

Then check your bag.

But-

Just check your bag already.

Fine… Why are there roses and chocolates in my bag?

Red Roses from the gardens in Switzerland, and Premium Pierre Marcolini Dark Chocolate from Brussels. Because I know how much you love Dark Chocolate, Roses and Muggle Brands.

These must've cost a fortune.

It's nothing in front of you. I love you Hermione Granger… So, do you believe me now?

Not in the slightest. I'm not even going to open these things before they go into trash.

What? Why?

They could've been charmed or worse, cursed. I'm Hermione Granger, don't assume you could fool me that easily. And now I know something about you. You're either a Hufflepuff or a Gryffindor and you're currently awake.

Of course, why would anything ever be easy with you? And you could be wrong. I could just be familiar with your schedule.

Shit.

Language. You're Hermione Granger. How can you say something like that?

Shut up.

I love your outfit today. The green just brings out the gold in your eyes.

Thank You.

So you believe me?

Yes.

Would you believe me if I said I love you?

Of course not.

Of course you don't. Anyway, I was just thinking about what I said earlier.

What about?

Oh nothing, just you, on a table… stripping.

Ugh...

Then I started masturbating.

Eww, No… Fuck you.

And I realized something.

I really don't want to ask, but… What did you realize?

I realized that it aroused me more to think of you swearing than to think of you stripping.

Eww… Fu… Gross.

Thank You. I needed that.

I hate you.

Granger.

Granger, are you there?

Granger why aren't you answering me.

Graaaaaaaaaaanger

Hermione Jean Granger, you answer this message right now.

Okay, darling, time to turn it up a notch.

Hi

WHAT THE FUCK? When did you charm my History of Magic parchment?

Not important.

IT IS IMPORTANT! THESE ARE MY CLASS NOTES!

You didn't respond to my message.

Why should I? You keep teasing me, you're going to prank me and now all these messages have completely spoiled my class notes as well. Why should I continue replying to your messages?

Look, I'll rewrite your notes for you, but just please reply to my messages. Just give me a chance. I know it seems like a prank to you, but there is still a chance that it's not. And would you be so cruel to ignore that possibility until you know it's not the case?

Fine. Now remove the charm on my class notes.

Okay.

Hey, my History of Magic notes are missing. Do you know something about that?

Hey… What do I call you? Anyways, you still haven't replied to me on the notes thing. Did you take them?

Now look who isn't replying to my messages.

Hi.

FINALLY! You bitch about me not replying to YOUR messages. But you get to just randomly disappear for a week with no response whatsoever. Talk about double standards.

Sorry. I wa-

Whatever, have you seen my History of Magic notes? They've been missing since the day you messed with them and now Professor Binns is about to enter any second and I DO NOT HAVE MY NOTES!

Yes, you do.

No, I do not.

Have you checked your bag?

So you did take my not-… these are not my notes… This is your handwriting. Wait, did you rewrite my notes for me?

Don't be silly Granger. I used something called my wand.

I didn't find a single trace of magic on these notes.

I used a spell to hide the magic.

And why would you do that?

…

See, I was right. Oh Merlin, I can't believe you wrote all of these notes for me by hand. I spent nearly a month writing those and you wrote them for me in a week.

Granger.

And so neatly as well. You are clearly aware of the standards I uphold while writing my notes. I know your usual scribble, so I can see how much effort you put into this. Luckily, I could also recognize it as yours.

Granger.

Although, I have to admit, your handwriting is quite elegant… and also quite feminine. Please don't take that as an insult, many guys have elegant handwriting.

Granger, I think Binns must be inside the class by now.

Oh, right. And thank you for the notes.

Hey.

Hi.

What happened, you disappeared for a week?

Is someone getting worried?

I gave you a chance, I'd hate to see it getting wasted.

You're just curious about my identity.

Of course not. You know I will find out who you are regardless of these stupid games you play.

Actually, I do not believe you can find me anymore.

What? Why? I can search for a simpler solution but all I have to do is check every guy's handwriting in Hogwarts.

Still, I don't believe you'll ever find me.

Nonsense, I'm Hermione Granger, and I will find you. You can be sure of that.

We'll see.

Hi

Hey.

Open your bag.

Again! Why do you always do this in History of Magic?

Granger, I know you've read the textbook at least 3 times by now. You don't need to listen to class. And besides, History of Magic is the only class where I don't have to worry about someone peeping into the sheet or that the Professor would come and check your book. Merlin knows, if I get you in detention, I will never have a chance with you.

You would do well to remember that.

Anyways, did you open your bag yet?

A book. You got me a book. A bit of a cliché isn't it?

It worked didn't it?

Only because it's quite rare to find a book on the early goblin wars of 322 AD. And in such good condition too.

Good, I would've been really pissed if that didn't work. Even if it's a cliché to gift Hermione a book.

Yeah, all Ron ever gets me for Christmas is Hogwarts: A History. I love him and all, but does he really think I'll want the exact same book 5 years in a row. And he doesn't even go out of his way to get me a limited edition or anything. It's the exact same book.

And he's supposed to be in love with you.

Apparently so.

He's such an idiot.

Of course you'd say that. He's your rival.

He's not worthy of being my rival. Is he?

Who Ron? No. Contrary to what many people say and believe, including himself, I do NOT love him that way. He's too brother-like for me. And terrible at kissing.

He kissed you…

Yes. Why? Does that bother you? Are you jealous?

Yes. Never kiss him again. Ever. In fact try and avoid him altogether. That'll make him understand that you don't see him that way.

Already tried that, he just thinks I'm playing hard to get.

That annoying Weasel.

Well, what can you do?

Hey.

Still there?

Maybe not.

Hey you're not Draco Malfoy, are you?

Of course not, whatever gave you that idea?

It's just… You seem to hate Ron… and you have quite an elegant handwriting.

No, I'm not Draco Malfoy. Sorry to crush your dreams, sweetheart.

No, you did not crush my dreams. In fact you saved them. I was starting to get worried that it might actually be him. That would've been a nightmare.

Hi. You looked lovely today in that baby blue shirt and brown skirt.

Thank You.

And did you trim your hair a little?

Yes, I did. I can't believe you noticed that. Even Ginny did not at first glance.

WAS IT YOU? DID YOU DO SOMETHING TO RON?

Relax, I didn't do anything.

YOU ATTACKED HIM!

I did not, I bound him up with a body bind curse and explained to him, very calmly might I add, that you are never going to be his girlfriend.

But-

Listen to me Granger. I love you, and I just made him understand that. I didn't hurt him or threaten his life or any of the other things that you might imagine. I only wanted to talk to him. And you of all people know that he would not listen if you try and talk to him nicely.

But-

And I don't trust you to be harsh, especially to him. So I took the task upon myself.

Fine.

I'm sorry. Some stuff just have to be done.

Now he's not talking to me either.

He's a big boy. He'll get over it. And if he doesn't, you now know he's not fit to be your boyfriend.

And you'll know that you won't have a chance anymore.

Fine…

Have you given up on me?

Not yet.

Then what is wrong? You haven't talked to me in two weeks.

Hello.

Nothing. Sorry, it's nothing.

Do you want to talk about it?

It's nothing.

Please, tell me. Give me a chance. You'll feel better if you tell someone.

Fine. My mother… she… committed suicide.

Oh.

I shouldn't be feeling this way though. But for some reason… I can't stop the tears.

What are you saying? She is your mother. Who would ever stop you from feeling sad about her death?

If you knew who she was, you'd understand…

She was a death eater. Wasn't she?

…

But she's still your mother. And you should be allowed to feel sad for her death, even if she wasn't the best person out there.

She was a fucked up person. Not only did she fuck her own life up, she also went and destroyed what little chance I had to keep living a normal life. How can you still say that about her?

Do you believe in what she did?

No. Of course not. They were a bunch of idiots who-

Then you have nothing to worry about. Everything's going to be fine.

You know, when we were younger, around Christmas of our second year, I overheard someone say you were an angel. I didn't believe it then, but I do now. You really are an angel.

You're joking.

Of course not, why else would I be in love with you?

Daphne?

Daphne, why did you run from me?

Daphne, please. Talk to me.

I'm sorry I will never ever dream of kissing you again. I'm sorry I ever bothered you. Goodbye Hermione.

DAPHNE!

You kissed me.

You wouldn't listen to me otherwise.

But-

Listen to me. I like you and it doesn't matter if you're a death eater's daughter or that you are a woman. I never thought there was anything wrong with that. The only thing that mattered to me was that you didn't agree with them and that you truly love me. So I'm willing to give it a chance. So next time, don't run from me when I kiss you.

There's going to be a next time?

Of course. In fact, as kisses go I kind of liked that one.

Hello?

Are you doing a victory dance?

Maybe…

You dork.

So do you believe me now? Do you believe that I'm in love with you?

Of course I do.

It's a short little drabble that I came up with earlier. I'm planning on writing another one while they're dating, and making it much more light hearted. let me know what you think about that.

And for those of you that didn't understand how Hermione could've found out it was Daphne. Hermione would've checked the prophet the next morning and found that Daphne and Astoria's mom committed suicide. Then it was much more likely that they were in the same year, so she confronted Daphne first.

Review and let me know what you think of my drabble. Thanks.