DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything you recognize. Thus, all characters are J.K Rowling's creation.
A/N: This is my Daphne story, obviously, anyways, if you have any suggestions of which characters I should use, feel free to tell me.
River
Daphne Greengrass
Almost silent sobs were drowned out by the rush of the river. It seemed to cry along with her, agreeing with whispered words between racking sobs. Daphne Greengrass cried because a great injustice had been done to her, a great betrayal of trust. It is terrible when your sister turns on you. That Malfoy, that darling, beautiful Malfoy, had proposed to wonderful, do no wrong Astoria. The very same Astoria Rose Greengrass soon to be Malfoy that knew about Daphne secret longing for that very same Malfoy. And now her sister was to marry him! She ran her fingers through the rushing water, thinking about how it would only take moments to get rid of this pain, how she could simply be done with this. But she couldn't. She rose, sniffed, and muttered, "I don't see how she got him, I am the pretty one!"
And she was, with beautiful blond curls that reached her waist, and big blue eyes. She was beautiful. And Astoria wasn't. How did she, of all people, get the man Daphne secretly loved?
She began to walk slowly back to the Malfoy Manor, where she had been to receive the horrible (or supposedly wonderful) announcement. She rubbed the last tears from her eyes, glad her face betrayed no sign of the hot tears she had shed. She slipped back in to the party unnoticed, and sought out Astoria and Draco. When she found them, she flung her arms around Astoria and kissed her on the cheek. "You couldn't have found better," She whispered, a fake smile plastered on her lips. "Congratulations."
Untangling herself, she turned to Draco, and embraced him. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and whispered, "Take care of her for me, Draco, she deserves the best."
It was then she realized, she didn't hate Astoria, she hated herself.
A/N: Next is most likely Tom Riddle Senior.
