Hello! Back from the dead! Here is another chapter of this story that I seemed to have forgotten, but in reality life just gets in the way sometimes. Since it was summer I went to a trip for a couple of months and could not get back into writing. But now with new inspiration and determination, I will finish this story and write sequels, etc.
Thank you to those who read the story and commented that wanted it finished! I will do my best!
If anyone wants to be a beta for my story, I would welcome it with open arms!
J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, not me.
Chapter 04
Blue. But not just blue, the purest combination of blue and grey that Daphne had ever seen. Electric, wide, pure, sky, water, and many other adjectives that came to mind to her.
She did not know how on Earth she had come so close to seeing Ronald Weasley's eyes. She became lost in those orbs that were blue as the sky. Hours seemed to pass, when it was only seconds in reality.
Daphne recalled the events of the day, one that started as dull but somehow ended with her and the Gryffindor boy mere inches from each other…
Daphne woke up at once, ready for the next day. She had no dreams at all, a little disappointing to her since she loved spending time in Morpheus' realm for a bit. At home, she tended to sleep in until about noon, but on school she had to wake up early in order to get ready and seem like the pureblood lady she seemed to be.
Again, she was envious of other girls for not having to put up a front towards the other students and potential friends. Being a pureblood lady meant having your life drawn according to tradition and your parents. Daphne abhorred that to her core, but still thought that she had no choice in the matter.
With these thoughts she went through the motions of her morning routine. Shower, brushing her hair to perfection, a little make up to accentuate her natural attributes, and then making sure she looked as pristine as a doll. Since Daphne had a medium bust and bottom, she did not care about accentuating anything other than her face. She wanted a body like her sister and mother, but she seemed to be the black sheep in the family, with only her face being the best of her features.
She went towards the common room in order to wait for Tracey and Theo but were surprised to see them already there.
"Morning Daph" Theo said unusually happy, Daphne just noticing that Tracey had a tight hold on him, almost as she depended on Theo to live.
"Morning guys…" Daphne said apprehensively, giving them an odd look before following them towards their first class.
Daphne had the suspicion that something had happened yesterday night. Tracey was not in the dorm when Daphne returned from detention. In fact, she had not seen Tracey at all from her detention onwards. Daphne had too much in her head that it simply passed over her head.
Detention had been interesting to say the least, she recalled and a slight blush covered her own cheeks. Replaying over and over the spark of magic between Weas…Ron, and her as they touched hands. She had read in many magical novels about that surge, and it only made her blush, then her spirits fell a bit thinking that Ron probably did not know about that, or if he even felt it.
Ron was handsome, she had to admit, knowing about the Weasley's genes. They were economically poor, but their genes made people overlook that. Only certain purebloods cared to note their economic standing, her mother included, but even she had to admit that they were handsome.
Daphne could not care less about that honestly, but then she thought about more things that intrigued her about the tallest redhead. He had changed attitudes towards her from one minute to the other. She knew about Ron's hatred towards her house, so she had to wonder what had made him change his mind so quickly. Maybe he thought that if his brothers could talk to her, so could he? Or maybe he had a talk with some other people and had changed his mind? Daphne could not answer any of these questions, leaving her more intrigued by him.
Ron was funny, hilarious even, and this she had known before. She had heard, in years before, many hushed comments Ron had made to Harry and she had to repress a chuckle more than once. His twin brothers were the known pranksters of the school, but they were not funny like Ron, he had his own brand of comedy, quick-witted in order to alleviate tension or just make someone laugh.
The thought of this made Daphne smile unconsciously and blush harder as she recalled her snort in front of Ron. How had she let that happen? At her house snorting was fine as long as it was with Astoria or her father, but in front of her mother it meant a cold look from her. It was the most unladylike thing a witch could do, but she could not help it, she thought the Malfoy comment was absurd yet true, so she snorted. Ron in turn, made no comment about that.
Daphne did not realize that she had shown so many emotions in her face, which made Tracey wake up from her own daze and look at her. She nudged at Theo and pointed at Daphne with her chin to make Theo know to look at Daphne. He then smirked and left her side in order to leave the two friends alone.
"Why are you blushing Daph?" Tracey asked teasingly, as she came closer to Daphne.
Daphne on the other hand kept walking, not really paying attention, her head going a mile a minute. Not until she was actually nudged by Tracey had Daphne realized what had happened.
"What?" Daphne asked as if waking up, which in turn made Tracey giggle a bit.
"Where were you Daphy?" Tracey asked smugly and curious at the same time.
This only made Daphne blush a bit and she hurried towards their first class faster, wanting to run away from this conversation.
"Daphne Greengrass!" Tracey all but yelled at Daphne and grabbed her arm in order to stop her.
"Tracey we are going to be late for class" Daphne said lamely, but still stopped.
"Then tell me what is in your head or I won't stop pestering you until you tell me!" Tracey said with an air of amusement but also worry.
"I will tell you eventually Trace, but I have to think about it first…is that alright?" Daphne said defeated, but also wanted to think about her feelings.
"…And if I tell you, you have to tell me about what happened yesterday that has got you like a lovesick girl with Theo" Daphne bargained, an eyebrow lifted in amusement.
Tracey coughed from shock and blushed but nodded as a response.
The Slytherin trio proceeded towards their first class, Transfiguration, which they shared with Ravenclaw. Daphne was back to her normal self in class, wanting to pay attention in order to distract herself and to not give away her feelings towards her classmates. Malfoy seemed to want to capture her attention in order to speak to her, but she ignored it.
Malfoy seemed to have a thing for her, she suspected. Her mother would be pleased at that, but Daphne would not for the life of her agree to marry that git. She hated Malfoy and could not even speak to him without gagging. If he could just stop being a git, she suspected they could be friends, but knowing how Malfoy boasted about the Dark Lord's return, she figured he was bad news. Her mother insisted on Malfoy purely because of her own interests, not for how Daphne felt.
The lesson seemed to drag a bit at the end, not because it was not interesting, but because Daphne remembered that their next class would be shared with Gryffindor. Therefore, Daphne started to feel nervous about seeing a certain redhead. She had no idea why, but she just felt nervous about just looking at him.
She knew they would not talk, or even sit together, but just thinking about hearing him or looking at him made her feel queasy. She had no idea why those feelings suddenly emerged, but she was curious to explore them.
As soon as she entered the greenhouse in which Herbology was held, Daphne could feel the air shift, and a certain pull towards a part of the room. She did not dare to look towards that direction, because it would give Tracey and Theo an indication about her thoughts.
In Transfiguration, Daphne had to come up with a plan to not tell Tracey about her feelings, since she herself could not figure them out. She knew it was wrong to lie to Tracey, but she could not get her hopes up, so she would figure out a lie to tell her later.
"Hello class…" Professor Sprout started talking and giving out the instructions for the day. Apparently, they would work with a new plant, and they would need tools in order to work with it.
Pairing up with Blaise as usual they went towards their workstation. Theo and Tracey quickly following.
"Would you mind bringing the tools while I clean and prepare the plant Daphne?" Blaise asked her and she nodded with a smile.
As she walked towards the backroom where the tools were kept, she remembered about her date to Hogsmede with Blaise and her eyes widened. She had completely forgot about that! She had her thoughts in another place and felt bad towards Blaise.
She could try on her Hogsmede visit to venture into feeling something for him, convincing herself to give Blaise a chance. Deciding that it would be the best for her and her mother's relationship to date a safe prospector until she decided what to do next. And who knows? Maybe she would feel something towards Blaise in the end.
Daphne was in her own head that she did not notice a redheaded boy walk next to her and nudge her a bit as they entered the backroom where the tools where held. She woke up from her reverie and looked towards him in shock as he started gathering up shears, gardening scissors and many other tools.
She stood there in shock for a bit and looked at him as he bent down, his arms long and sleeves rolled up in order to work. He had his tie untied a bit and his shirt was untucked from the sides a bit. He looked handsome in Daphne's eyes, that is why she stood rooted a for a bit.
Ron did not notice but smirked at her, almost as if in secret, which made her smile too and blush. Two could play at this subtle game.
Daphne went and pretended to trip, nudging Ron a bit at the end and making him drop one of the shears.
"Sorry" Daphne said sheepishly, as Ron looked in amusement. He then grabbed one of the shears she was aiming for and grabbed it, putting it in a higher shelf she would not reach.
"No problem" Ron said and winked, chuckled, and left whistling a tune. Ron had won that round of subtle games.
Daphne stood there with her mouth agape and a blush creeping in.
"Need help?" Justin Finch-Fletchey said to Daphne, waking her up from her daze.
"What? Oh yes, could you pass me those shears please? They are a bit high up I'm afraid" Daphne said and smiled at the Hufflepuff.
He thought nothing of it and passed her the shears.
"The nerve of that…that…man!" Daphne whispered, but her insides were jumping slightly. A new giddy feeling had emerged from her as she walked back to class, her tools in hand and walked happily towards Blaise.
"We are ready to begin Daphne" Blaise said as Daphne came closer, Theo and Tracey looking at their interaction closely. Daphne smiled at him and rolled up her sleeves ready to work.
Daphne worked hard, doing everything as Blaise indicated and followed his lead. They were good partners actually, so Daphne had something to hope for in their upcoming Hogsmede visit.
Suddenly she decided to look left towards were Ron was and she felt floored, her hopes fell and she faltered in her work, accidentally cutting her hand a bit.
Hermione Granger was working with Ron, but what made her insides chill was seeing her have a hand on his back the whole time. Ron looked happy to be working with her, and at ease.
She of course had heard rumors about their little love spats, but she thought that it was just them arguing and being normal friends. But, seeing them now, she saw that the bookworm was actually flirting with Ron. And he seemed happy with her, talking and making her laugh.
This seemed to wake Daphne up from her dream and realized that she had no claim as to whom Ron decided to spend his time with, they knew nothing of each other. They had one conversation in detention, it was time to get back to reality and accept that the spark she felt was in her imagination, a tale she only read in novels.
Dejected, she continued to work with Blaise, her icy façade now in place. Blaise did not think anything of it, other than Daphne now seemed interested in the plant, whilst Tracey and Theo gave looks to each other, knowing that Daphne was in her Ice Queen persona.
"Daphy…is everything alright?" Tracey asked at the end of the day, going back towards their dormitory rooms.
"Of course, Trace, what could have happened to me?" Daphne smiled to Tracey, her smile not reaching her grey eyes.
"Is just that today you seemed happy and excited in the morning, and after Herbology you reverted back to being cold and distant" Tracey explained, sitting down in Daphne's bed as they had arrived to their dorm.
"Nothing is going on Trace…it's just" Daphne sighed as she was about to lie to her friend. She pretended to be worried, not really showing her disappointment at seeing the Gryffindor table.
"I am nervous about the Hogsmede visit, since I don't know what to do about Blaise" Daphne said, and as expected the expression in Tracey's face turned from worried to understanding.
Daphne hated not telling her best friend the truth about how she felt since detention the day before. How the disappointment about seeing a boy she knew nothing about talking closely to the school's brightest witch shook Daphne more than she cared to admit.
"You just had to say something Daphy!" Tracey said suddenly in a better mood and stared at the clock suddenly.
"Daph, I would love to continue this later when you come back but you will be late to detention if you don't go now!" Tracey said to her and stood up with her.
"Oh…" Daphne said as she realized what time it was, suddenly less eager to go to detention "…yeah, I will see you later so you can tell me as well what is happening with you too" Daphne smiled and laughed when she saw the wide-eyed look that Tracey had.
Daphne hurried towards the classroom in which she had detention, not really thinking about anything other than what she had said to Tracey, lying to her. But since Daphne thought that the situation with Ron was imaginary, it made no difference if she told her or not. It would come to pass as soon as she was done with detention.
"Hey Daphne!" Ron said, waking Daphne yet again from another daze. She seemed to be doing that a lot this year, she hoped it would not be a common occurrence anytime soon.
Daphne looked at Ron and was surprised to see him working already on her side of the room. Ron looked as great as ever, just as she saw him at the backroom of the Herbology greenhouse. If only, his hair looked a little unrulier, which only added to his boyish charm. She had to smile in spite of herself, and then reprimanded herself for thinking like that.
"Hello Ronald" Daphne said curtly, and went to her side of the room, avoiding as much eye contact with him as ever.
Ron winced when Daphne said his name, which made her frown a bit. She had heard Granger call him like that, was it wrong of her to assume he liked that?
"Please don't call me that, I hate it when I get called by my full name, it makes me think I'm in trouble" Ron said, wincing a bit comically to show his distaste for his name.
"But I hear that Granger calls you that" Daphne said out of the blue, berating herself for playing that card, but also, she was genuinely curious as to why the bookworm had exclusive rights to his name.
"Yeah, I don't like it either when she calls me that" Ron admitted with a laugh "It usually annoys me and reminds me of my mother" Ron finished and offered Daphne a jar to sort the ingredients set on the table.
Daphne did not know why she smiled at knowing that he did not like it when Granger called her that.
"You seem to run into trouble a lot then Ron?" Daphne said, twirling her hair a bit unconsciously. Tracey would be laughing if she saw her flirt with this guy.
Daphne stopped then and turned with her cheeks a little red. She berated herself for acting like this, she had said before that she knew nothing of this boy and had no claim to him.
But something inside of her told her that she should act this way with him, and she liked the reactions she got from him.
Ron took a little bit of time to really look at her before answering, which made her squirm a little bit. She felt as if she was being put under a magnifying glass, she felt vulnerable. Then Ron smiled and came closer to her, almost eye to eye and smirked.
"You have no idea Miss Greengrass" Ron said and stood a bit there in front of her, waiting for her reaction with an amused glance, and when she gasped and smiled shyly, he went back to working on the detention task.
To Daphne, those few seconds felt like hours. She had never seen such beautiful eyes, and suddenly she felt a surge of magic come between them as Ron went back to work. Rom seemed to stop too, as he clearly felt that connection between them. Ron almost dropped his jar and shuddered.
"Wow Daphne did you feel that?" Ron asked as he came back from his thoughts.
Daphne looked at the clock, suddenly awakening too, and saw that about five whole minutes seemed to pass.
"Yes Ron…" Daphne whispered as she came closer to him "…I sure did"
"What does that mean?" Ron asked, coming closer to Daphne, forgetting the work and suddenly really interested in Daphne.
"I don't know Ron. But I am glad I am not imagining things" Daphne said, only a few steps from Ron, her face clearly shaken but with a smile gracing her mouth. Ron kept looking towards her mouth as if transfixed and had to gulp before looking back at her eyes. Daphne felt a little pride at seeing the effect she seemed to have now.
"We should talk a while after detention don't you think?" Ron said, seeming worried that she would answer negatively.
"Yes, that would be for the best" Daphne said, confident that Ron knew what the thing between them meant.
"Sparkling Touch" whispered Ron with a goofy smile, making Daphne laugh and look at him warmly.
Old legends in Magical Britain seemed blown out of proportion. They talked about great battles between monsters and wizards. About creatures that do not exist doing wonderful and unimaginable feats. One of the oldest stories was The Princess and the Lion, a story of love and soul mates.
This was a story that little witches loved to hear over and over again until it was ingrained in their tiny brains, whilst boys thought it ridiculous yet a little charming. A tale about how a handsome wizard was trapped in his Animagus form, that of a lion, and how he spent eternity roaming the world in order to come back from that form. Nothing helped, until he felt "a pull" towards a wizarding village in the old London. In that village, the crowds ran from the lion that seemed to be wild in town. All but one beautiful woman who stayed behind and walked towards the lion, a confident gaze on her and wonder at seeing the lion. The lion stopped right in front of her, and touching her hand with his snout, "sparkles" flew out of the touch, and the spell broke and he was back to his handsome self.
The story of this "sparkling touch" and "the pull" described in the story was passed through generations in the magical community, in order to explain soulmates or really strong attraction between two magical cores.
"Sparkling Touch" Daphne said as she went back to work, only with a smile on her face, and a new purpose for the near future.
Here you go! I have a plan for this story and it will work. If you are wondering how Hermione and Blaise will come into play, they will not be evil or anything, this story bashes only on the characters that are bashed in the book, plus some others.
Thank you for reading!