Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Note: Written for the Game of Life Challenge (Ron/Daphne, critical, August, Aurora Sinistra).
A Favor
"Okay, spill it."
Daphne looked up with wide, innocent eyes, the quill in her hand stopping in the midst of her sentence.
"What do you mean?" She tilted her head to the side, blonde hair obscuring her vision slightly before she blew it lightly out of the way.
"Please," Tracey snorted, earning a look of disapproval from Daphne. "You earned a detention from Professor Sinistra today in Astronomy."
Daphne let out a soft groan. "Don't remind me."
She placed her head in her arms and sighed, slouching in her seat.
"What I mean to say," Tracey continued, twirling her dark locks idly between her fingers, "is that you seemed a bit…distracted in class today."
Daphne turned her head so that she could look at Tracey, lifting an eyebrow silently.
"I haven't seen you that distracted since your crush on—,"
"—We don't speak of that!" Daphne was fully alert now, upright in her chair, face a burning red from embarrassment or anger, Tracey wasn't too sure.
"What?" Tracey teased, smirking at her friend. "Now you get embarrassed at the thought of Weasley? You were all too ready to start smacking me in the head for ever badmouthing him."
"I'll start smacking you now for even mentioning him!" Daphne hissed, eyes threatening to glare holes into Tracey.
"After all," Tracey started inspecting her nails, leaning back in the chair, "I remember all too vividly how you woke me up extra early on Saturdays back in August to rifle through your multitude of autumn clothing because it was absolutely critical that you looked your best for the one and only Weasel."
Daphne narrowed her eyes only to receive a smirk in return. Tracey was enjoying this a little too much, but you can't blame her. It was too deliciously fun to have people squirming at your feet. And well, it was a common trait in Slytherins. There was something absolutely thrilling in the idea of holding power over someone else.
"Is there a point to all of this?" Daphne asked warily.
Tracey smiled as she leaned forward. "Yes, it seems I need to cash in a favor."
"You could have told me that in the first place," Daphne grumbled.
"Ah, but where's the fun in that?"