Assignment #4
Astrology & Horoscopes fire-task: write about a character finding out about his/her partner having an affair.
Extra prompts:
· Draco Malfoy
· Aquamarine
Writing Month
Character Appreciation: Daphne Greengrass
No Paragon of Virtue
"That bitch!" Draco exclaimed, his breath coming short, and venom in his tone.
Daphne finished painting the final coat of her nail varnish – aquamarine to match her eyes – before looking up. He looked flustered, with tousled hair and pink cheeks, entirely out of place in her pristine lounge, with its cream sofas, beige carpets and monochrome prints. The only splash of colour was the occasional duck-egg blue cushion artfully arranged upon the furnishings.
"Mm?"
"She was cheating on me – is cheating on me, right now!"
Daphne rolled her eyes. Draco had thrown himself bodily into one of her armchairs after pouring a large glass of white wine, and was drinking it at a mildly alarming rate.
"She's Pansy," Daphne said, as if it explained anything, which, frankly, she thought it rather did. Pansy was a whore, plain and simple, and she didn't even try to be classy about it.
"That bitch," Draco muttered. There was a smudge of dirt on his cheek, and he was still in Auror robes – obviously having come home straight from work to find Pansy and whomever her flavour of the week was in bed together. From there, he must have accidentally fallen through Daphne's floo – she couldn't think why else he'd be there, as she hadn't invited him in, after all.
"Who was it?" Daphne asked, feigning nonchalance. A discrete flick of her wand refilled Draco's glass.
"Hhmfreg," he muttered into his drink, hiding his face behind the fine strands of his blond hair.
"Who?" Daphne asked, unsure if she'd heard right, but the beginning of a smirk was teasing at the corner of her lips.
"I said; Greg!"
Daphne couldn't hold back her grin, and her smile widened until it could match that of the Cheshire cat. She twirled a lock of her golden blonde hair around her finger, and arched a brow.
"Greg? Really?" she purred, delighted. Pansy was even worse of a slut that Daphne had given her credit for. Draco tensed, and warily glanced at her, suddenly aware that perhaps he shouldn't have divulged even that much information.
"How does that feel? To be cast aside for a lumbering, overweight moron?"
Draco groaned, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Daaaph… don't be mean."
"Perhaps it speaks of your prowess in bed?"
"Oi!" Draco jumped to his feet, quick as a flash of spellfire.
"Or perhaps the size of your… wand?" Daphne grinned wickedly, a challenge in her eyes.
"I was wrong," Draco decided, his grey eyes narrowed. He prowled toward her. "It's you that's the bitch – vindictive, cruel, and a liar too."
Daphne flushed as he tugged her to her feet, heart racing. His hands settled possessively on her hips, his touch scorching her through his robes, the heat of his body intoxicating.
"It's not as if she matters," she whispered, his mouth so close to hers she could feel the warmth of his breath on her cheek. "Not when you've got me."
Draco growled, and kissed her, viciously nipping at her lips. She hissed and buried her hands into his hair, pulling it tight. In response, he lifted her, long fingers digging into her arse, and slammed her into the wall.
"Draco," she moaned, and wrapped her legs around his waist, arching her back.
"I know what you're thinking," he whispered, and grazed his teeth along the curve of her ear. "But you're no paragon of virtue, are you Daphne? Not when I can do this to you, drive you crazy, drive you out of your filthy little mind."
Daphne chuckled, and bit his lip until she tasted blood. "Oh darling… I never professed to be."
Word count: 607
