V. Moonlight

Daphne is failing Astronomy. It's not her fault though; she simply can't concentrate. How could anyone possibly concentrate on labelling charts with the names of the moons of Jupiter when the night is so beautiful?

She understands why some of the old pureblood lines named their children after constellations and stars. Sirius, Regulus, Bellatrix – proud, noble names. The names of purebloods, the names of stars.

Blaise's golden eyes are glimmering in the silver moonlight. She looks at him, smiles and decides that when they have children she will name them after stars. Proud, noble, pureblood names – beautiful names, glimmering like the moonlight.

She's never going to pass Astronomy if she keeps staring at Blaise like this.