Daphne Greengrass knew Blaise Zabini would be trouble; she had known it from the first time she set eyes on him. Well, maybe that wasn't true. He had been a fade-into-the-background kind of guy at Hogwarts. That wasn't to say he didn't get involved with plots and schemes, he was just slippery, hard to find. The perfect Slytherin. The first time she saw him after the war, at Draco and Astoria's wedding, that was when she noticed him. She knew he was going to be trouble, that he could cause it even without being directly involved with her.
Her growing obsession with the former Slytherin continued and got so bad that she couldn't sleep. She couldn't even close her eyes without him appearing behind her eyelids. Oh, how she wished she could just hold him. Kiss him. Smelling him was, at this point, something she desired. She hadn't formally spoken to him after Hogwarts, but she wanted to. Her entire being quaked when possibilities arose. And yet she stayed away; reality was never quite as perfect as fantasy. She tried her best to sleep, knowing the only way she could hold him was in her dreams.
Then something changed. After months of strange longing - she had never felt this way about anyone before - they forged some sort of friendship. But... it developed into more. They sat closer, they hugged longer, and their kisses of greeting seemed to mean more. At least to her. There were some moments they shared that she wanted to freeze. Freeze and preserve for all of eternity because they were flawless and beautiful. Like Blaise. She wanted but didn't know how to ask for more of him - them - at a loss of words whenever around him.
But their relationship was not to be. Blaise was betrothed, and their moments together, those perfect memories, became illicit. They were meant to stay secret when all Daphne wanted was to shout it from the rooftops that she was in love with Blaise Zabini. She wanted to scream, break things, hit everyone, hex the people that got in her way of happiness. Not only did she really want to do those things, but she wanted to break the cold facade. She was sick of acting like it didn't hurt that she was the other woman. Not important enough.
She still hoped for a future, no matter how naive that hope was. He might tell his parents and that woman that he was in love with Daphne. He could tell them he intended to marry her. But he didn't. Or so she thought until one night he whispered into her ear. He told her never to lose hope. She wanted to tell him she couldn't, love didn't allow for it. She wished so badly that he would love her like she deserved to be loved. Maybe, if she wished hard enough, it would come true.