Theodore Nott, the last surviving Nott and returning seventh year concentrated every single braincell in closing the door behind him without making too much noise. The bloody door creaked as he closed it, causing him to curse under his breath.
Door closed, he carefully descended the stairs of the Head girl private room towards the private lounge, from where he would return to the dungeons. Or that was the plan, if it wasn't for the smirking blonde seated in the couch.
"Morning Nott"
Said boy jumped startled, turning quickly towards the sound, cursing quietly as she saw the blonde woman. Sitting was generous, as she was wrapped in a blanket, cuddling in the couch with non-other than the Head boy, the Man-who-won himself, who was thankfully sleep. Bless Merlin for small graces.
"Greengrass" answered the Nott heir. "I guess this is why we barely see you in the dungeons nowadays."
The blonde didn't raise to the bait. "Oh yes. I found the head chambers far more comfortable. Even if the bed isn't that… resistant"
Despite himself, Theo smiled. So that was the noise they heard last night. Maybe Greengrass wasn't that bad after all. "You are quite accurate. I shall leave you to your morning nap."
"Of course" nodded the blonde. "Wouldn't do if someone from your circles found out about your… acquaintance." She said, pointing towards Hermione's room.
Theo gritted his teeth and exited the room, not deigning Daphne with an answer. He took back his early assessment. Greengrass was still a bitch.
AN1: Small drabble, prequel to both Revenge and Dreamt Contract.
AN2: I'm working on how Daphne and Harry meet in this series/AU universe, so you can expect that this year. Maybe.