Vignette 4: Colours
AN: Going forward, I'm going to dedicate each vignette to someone who has reviewed this story. I don't usually respond to each reviewer, so this is my way of saying thank you to those who take out the time to leave their thoughts and feedback.
This one's dedicated to Muhammad Sban who inspires me to write. He writes Ace Attorney fanfiction, so if you're into that, go check it out.
"Hey Harry," said Tracey Davis as they ate lunch at the Slytherin table, where Harry was a somewhat unwelcome guest. From halfway down the table, Malfoy kept shooting him dirty looks, but Daphne had her wand laid out in front of her so he stayed away from them. "Break a tie for us, will you? Red or green?"
"Green," said Harry automatically, glancing at Daphne. "Why?"
"Hah!" said Daphne smugly, holding her hand out as Tracey scowled and handed her a sickle. "See? He wears green all the time."
"But you're a Gryffindor!" said Tracey, stabbing her chicken rather vigorously. "What kind of Gryffindor would pick green?"
"It goes with his eyes, Tracey," said Daphne, delicately smearing jam on her toast, and the conversation shifted after that.
But later, after Daphne had left for Arithmancy and Harry and Tracey were finishing up their dessert, Tracey looked up at Harry with narrowed eyes.
"Why do you wear green all the time?" she demanded. "Don't your housemates rib you for it?"
Harry blushed.
"Oh that," he said with a guilty smile. "You can't tell Daphne... but I like red more. I just like wearing green because it's her favourite colour."
Tracey groaned and slammed her head on the table.
"Fine," she grumbled. "But you owe me a sickle, lover-boy."
AN: I leave it to your imagination whether Daphne knew of Harry's interest in her or not.
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