Disclaimer: Don't own and never will.
AN: Written for the Minor Pairing Challenge by SnarkyAndProudHufflepuff and the LGBTQ challenge by Mickibooo. I intend to write one pairing for each of the letters in LGBTQ
AN2: Set during book 7.
"Why don't we just elope and have done?" Daphne asked her girlfriend as the two witches lay comfortably in bed together. The night was young, the moonlight streaming in from the tower window and everything seemed to be just right.
"Elope? As in, just leave?" The older witch asked as a scowl crossed her face and in an instant, Daphne knew that she'd made a mistake. "The Dark Lord needs our service and you propose abandoning him?"
"N-n-no, I didn't m-m-mean tha-"
"Crucio!"
Daphne screamed in agony as she always did when this happened. It was her mistake that had caused this. She should have known better really. It wasn't going to be like this when the Dark Lord and won and no longer needed as many wands as possible.
After what seemed like an eternity, the pain stopped and Daphne lay there shaking. Her girlfriend slid her fingers under Daphne's chin and forced her head upwards.
"Poor Daphne," she cooed as she sat up and the sheets slid down her body. "Poor, sweet, beautiful Daphne. You had to be punished you know," she paused and gave Daphne a coquettish smile. "You are so beautiful, the perfect girl to compliment me. The Dark Lord needs us by his side, you and me. You understand don't you? I don't want to have to do this, but you need to learn."
"Y-y-yes," Daphne stuttered, still shaking slightly from the curse. "I understand. I'm s-s-sorry, I didn't mean-"
"Of course you didn't," her girlfriend replied, pulling the younger witch into a tight hug and kissing her on the forehead and then on the lips. "Now dress yourself. You have classes in the morning and it would not do for us to be caught together."
Daphne nodded and she slowly dressed herself. Normally she would stay a little longer, make love to her girlfriend at least once more, but the Cruciatus curse made her body respond painfully to even the lightest of touches.
"When the Dark Lord wins, it'll all be better and Alecto and I will never hurt one another again," she chanted to herself under her breath as she made her way back to the Slytherin dorms. She should have known better, she told herself. She should have known better than to question the older witch's judgement, her loyalty to the cause, (A loyalty Daphne didn't share, but that was irrelevant. It mattered to Alecto and that was what counted.) and forgot her fiery passion (A passion that drew Daphne in like a moth to the flame). A passion that burned so brightly that it threatened to consume all around her.
But as Daphne fell into an uneasy sleep, she wondered if what she told herself was really true.
AN: Not what I intended to write at first, but then the plot bunny took over.