She pretends to be bitter about Astoria and Draco. "You know, families used to marry off their eldest child first?" she says, her voice cold. "I reckon mine know I'm a hopeless case."
He pretends to be sympathetic. "I'd marry you, you know," he offers, a crooked grin tugging the corners of his lips.
And then they laugh because they know each other too well.
Daphne loves her freedom more than she could ever love any man. She's far too fiery, far too wild to be chained to a domestic prison.
Blaise might be interested in love, but his mother has proven that love has no place in a marriage. Married life is just a burden one carries without emotion.
But they are Blaise and Daphne. Only love. No strings, no commitment. And she will never be Daphne Zabini, but she will always be his.