A/N- I don't know where this came from. I read a story called Inappropriate Behaviour by FloatingCloudBadger, and the way she wrote it kind of inspired this! I don't think there is many Daphne/Blaise fans out there, but please review it if you liked it.

You stare at your reflection in the mirror.

Is this really what you've become? Scanning the reflection, you look for any signs of emotion in your eyes.

Nothing.

That's right, because you don't feel. Because you have to do this, you have to get her back.

"You do this, and you get the girl." Seems like Lucius Malfoy has taken over the job of Father.

You don't want to; you're not evil. You're not an angel, but you're not a killer.

Morally grey, you would say.

Black, grey, white.

You hate the person in the mirror. For being so weak. For not being able to do the one thing that could save her.

You don't want to be on this side.

You want to be grey.

But can you live with it if it means Daphne is safe, and by your side?

You can't see past this day. You can't see past this minute. You can't envisage the rest of your life because you aren't sure you'll make it much longer.

You think about her. A pang in your heart. But your eyes?

Nothing.

You want to do this for her. You wish you knew who would win, because either way right now there's no good way to deal with this.

Unless you're grey.

But you can't be grey; you can't hide in the shades of grey anymore.

Not if you want to save her.

You think people are cruel, but would you be cruel in their situation? You don't like to imagine it.

You squeeze your eyes shut, even though you're not really seeing anyway.

You're never really seeing unless you're with her.

She can't save herself. She isn't strong like you. You are her last hope.

She has no one.

No one willing to help, anyway. They expect you'll make the 'right' decision.

You stare at yourself again. You look about thirty yet you're not even twenty. You have dark bags under your eyes from complete lack of sleep; you have deep worry lines marring your face.

When were you ever happy?

With Daphne, you answer without even thinking.

You pinch yourself, again and again and again. It doesn't hurt. What will you do if they kill her? Kill yourself?

Probably.

You're just so tired, so weak.

You aren't a killer.

But you need her.

So what's the difference?

You know you'll do it.

Take the Dark Mark, you say to yourself. Take it! Your conscience screams,

And you do.

For her.