Daphne has always pride herself of being poised, regal, refined, elegant. All things that were appreciative in the Pureblood Society, her parents couldn't have been more proud. She was the setting example for her generation, for her sister. Never had she been a toe out a place, a breathe unbehaved. She was considered perfect and desirable. Any man would be happy to have her.
But that was just it, her little flaw, so unnoticeable, so unseen because of how tightly she held it close to her heart. She didn't want a man that matched her perfection from the top of his head, to the soles of his feet, in fact, she didn't want a man at all.
Since coming to Hogwarts, Daphne found herself enjoying the company of women than she did with men. Boys bored her, annoyed her, left her unsatisfied the few times she did roll in bed with them, lack all the things that made a woman. And if she was being honest, some women that bore her, too. Pureblood women at that, Slytherin girls if she was being specifically. Truthfully, in small print and written all over her heart if she dared show it, only one girl that made her putty.
Her name was Luna Lovegood. It had always been her eccentric ways, her blue eyes, and airy voice. The mystery and clarity that surrounded her so well, almost like it was nature to be both. The wisdom that she held, no matter how unconventional they were, always left Daphne impress. It was entirely unfortunate, that what they had, had to be kept a secret. The kisses, the touches, the talks, even the looks that were passed between hidden as if they never happened.
But it was better that way, it kept them both safe.