A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Writing Club October
All Sorts of Space: 4- "Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and the rest of the world is missing out." ― Criss Jami
Press Play: 4 - (item) Eye shadow
Lyric Alley: 12 - I wouldn't feel anything
Sophie's Shelf: 11. Delirium Tremens: (character) Daphne Greengrass
Insane Prompt Challenge: 606- item – eye liner
Autumn Funfair: Apple Picking Tree 2- (genre) Angst
word count: 510
"At least I'm hot," Pansy stated blowing a kiss at the mirror.
"If you're hot than I'm the Queen," Daphne muttered resisting the urge to roll her eyes. They had this conversation, or a least a variation of it, every time there was some event. It didn't matter how big the event was. All that matter was they had to get dressed up. Pansy liked to randomly dress up for events that Daphne swore she made up herself. She was ninety percent certain there was no Pansy Appreciation Day. That day had been a nightmare. Pansy had demanded to borrow Daphne's silver lipstick. Then she had managed to smush it so badly it was unusable. Normally, Daphne was willing to let a little thing like ruined makeup go, but Astoria had bought her that lipstick. They'd had a huge fight ending up with detention somehow. Daphne wasn't even sure how that had happened. Usually their fights were restricted to the girls' dorm, sometimes the common room if Pansy wanted to involve Draco in whatever nonsense she was plotting. Daphne smiled thinking about how her and Pansy had made out in front of the large window trying to make Draco jealous. It hadn't worked, all that had happened was the giant squid had covered the window in ink. Pansy counted it as a win. Daphne counted it as more insanity that she endured because she had actually wanted to kiss Pansy. Never mind the fact Pansy was head over heels in love with Draco and would never, never, never notice Daphne like that. She understood honestly. That kind of thing was talked about in loving pure-blood homes like they'd come from. Daphne knew her feelings were a disgrace to the Greengrass name, same as she knew Pansy would eventually marry Draco or something like him, who didn't love her, who could never love her as Daphne did.
"Daphne, darling, how does this eye shadow look on me?" Pansy asked pulling Daphne from her thoughts. Daphne smiled looking at Pansy's eyes, highlighted with electric blue eye shadow and nodded.
"It's you, Pans, it's totally you," she stated as Pansy laughed putting a thick line of black eye liner over the lower lids.
"Good, now, how do you think this lipstick will look on Draco's face? It's Yule and I'm planning to find a nice piece of mistletoe and leave him speechless."
"I thought I saw some in the Great Hall," Daphne replied as Pansy painted her lips a bright pink.
"Perfect," she stated heading out of the dorm. Daphne sighed and wondered if maybe she should follow and try to catch Pansy under the mistletoe herself, but she knew better. If they touched, if they kissed, would she be willing to deal with the fallout? Would Pansy? No, it was better to always wonder, to always know she could never have the woman she loved. She was the perfect daughter and maybe, someday, she would play the part of the perfect wife, perfect mother, despite the fact she would always be dreaming of what could have been if she'd just been a little braver.