Okay, I entirely blame this chapter on Anna. I had nothing written a couple hours ago, but after shouting at each other on tumblr for a while, I got inspired again. It was all love, no mean shouting or anything like that. Okay, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!
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The sun was just rising, a faint red and orange smudge across the horizon, fading into the dark blue sky.
Hermione woke up to an urgent knocking sound, she groggily wiped a hand down her face. What is that?
Groaning softly she tiredly rolled out of her bed. Hissing as her feet touched the cold floor. Out of pure instinct she grabbed her wand off of her bedside table, and tucked it into her jacket pocket.
Hermione was wearing a black panty with a lace trim at the top, and an oversized navy hoodie whose arms covered her hands, and it was zipped just to the top of her breasts.
She rubbed at her eye as she walked towards the source of the noise, bare feet padding across the hardwood floors.
The noise stopped for a moment, and just as she was rounding the corner to go and open the front door, the lock clicked open.
Hermione froze, staring at the door, now fully awake and alert. Thankfully she had grabbed her wand before she left her room.
She could hear her heart beating in her ears, and she slowly slipped her wand out of her pocket. Gripping her wand tightly, she took a cautious step forward. She was most certainly not expecting what came next.
The doorknob turned and as Hermione raised her wand, Luna pushed open the door.
The pale blonde haired witch looked more frazzled that Hermione had ever seen her. Her hair was free and flying out wildly behind her, Luna's silvery blue eyes were wide with panic, she was wearing one yellow sock, one blue, a white sundress-the skirt was terribly wrinkled-and she didn't have on any jewellery to speak of aside from a thin silver chain with a tiny turquoise pendant on it. As far as Hermione knew Luna's Mother had given it to her for her birthday before Pandora had passed away.
"Luna?" Hermione frowned, deeply confused, she lowered her wand and caught the younger girl in her arms when Luna rushed towards her.
"We need to go! We need to go to Daphne, now!" Luna said urgently, and the mere fact that Luna was panicking so intensely made Hermione heart race and for a heavy lump of dread to swell in her stomach.
"Okay," Hermione said immediately, "I need to put on a pair of shorts."
Luna nodded, catching her bottom lip in between her teeth nervously.
Hermione rushed back to her bedroom, grabbing the first pair of pants she saw, which turned out to be a pair of plum leggings. Not caring much about matching, she hurried back to Luna. The blonde was holding up a pair of slippers, and it then occurred to Hermione that she could have accio'd some pants, but she quickly banished the thought and grabbed the shoes from Luna.
The first rays of light began to shine through her window, the sun slowly ascending into the sky, not quite breaking away from the horizon.
Hermione grabbed her keys off of the hook, but threw a locking spell over her shoulder as they hastily exited her flat.
When they emerged from the building and reached the pavement, Hermione felt Luna firmly grasp her hand, and with a loud crack and a twisty feeling in her gut as she felt something invisible pulling at her core, they were gone.
Anger. She felt it buzz across her skin and heat her up from the inside out. She was livid, furious, irate.
Even though the Greengrass's had little to nothing to do with the War, after it was done Hyperion decided that he needed to wed both of his daughters off to high socialites. To make strong house alliances and to strengthen his house. That had been the plan since they were little since he had only been given girls, but after the War it became an even bigger priority.
Embarrassing, Hyperion spat at his daughter as he jabbed a finger at one of the moving pictures on his desk. Daphne was lucky that he had an inside source with a someone at the Daily Prophet, and that they had gotten these pictures before they were splayed all over the front of the papers in the morning.
Daphne felt lucky when she spent time with Luna and Hermione. She would be hard pressed to actually tell either of them, much less anyone else really, but being with the two girls made her happy. Ridiculously so.
Having the two wonderful witches being jeered at and treated as if they were something she should be ashamed of, made her so angry that when she had returned to her room, her accidental magic had split open the wall, sent a huge crack across the top of her dresser and broken her windows.
She apologised softly to the House Elf that immediately rushed to fix everything as she sat in a defeated pile in the midst of the destruction she had wrought. She hadn't the energy to look up and see which one had come to right the mess she caused.
Her Father meant well, and same sex relationships in the wizarding world weren't that unheard of. A triad of all female witches was more on the rare side, but their gender wasn't his main concern. At least not really.
Hermione and Luna didn't fit into the plan that he had been cultivating since both of his daughters had been born, and Laurel got told after Astoria that any further pregnancies would be an immense risk and strain on her body, not to mention any foetuses would most likely not go to term.
Daphne wasn't sure if he was truly and completely against her relationship with the two witches or if he was just in shock. Laurel had yet to express how she felt, she had merely squeezed Daphne's shoulder before quietly saying that she would floo Narcissa and ask if they could reschedule the dinner.
The sound of Laurel's heels clicking loudly across the hardwood floor, was still ringing in Daphne's ears and it felt like a needle was piercing her heart as she recalled each click, click, click.
Daphne sighed and got out of her bed, feeling cold and hot all over. She had on a satin and lace black nightgown with thin straps, and the loose dress came a few inches below her bum, with a deep v-neck, and a good portion of her back was exposed.
She silently moved through the house, and when she reached the Drawing Room, she froze in her tracks as she saw her Father nursing a glass of Firewhisky, staring pensively into the small embers that were dying in the fireplace. It had been a cold night, but it was a bearable cold, so having the fireplace roaring into the night had made this room warm and toasty.
He didn't acknowledge that he had heard her come in, but she knew he sensed her, because his previously relaxed demeanour had changed so that his back was rigid and his grip had tightened on the stout, crystal glass in his hand. She assumed he had been here all night, most likely pondering her situation as he had referred to it the previous evening.
"Father-"
Daphne was cut off when the flames in the fireplace roared to life, and turned green. What on earth? Daphne's brow furrowed, perplexed as to who would be coming through so early in the morning.
Her question was shortly answered when a curly, honey brown haired witch, followed promptly by a crinkly haired blonde witch burst from the flames.
The brown eyed girl froze, mouth forming a small 'o' as she saw that she was face to face with not one, but two Greengrass's.
"Good morning, Mister Greengrass...or should I call you Mister Hyperion?" The blonde witch cocked her head to the side, and it was then that Daphne noticed that the two witches hands were clasped, fingers intertwined.
Hyperion's mouth was slightly agape in shock, flabbergasted.
"We've come to tell you that you can't take Daphne away from us," Luna said firmly, a grave expression on her face that melted into an airy smile, "also, I brought some white roses from Malfoy Manor. Narcissa confirmed my suspicion that they were your wife's favourite," Luna pulled a small bouquet from behind her back.
"W-What?" Hyperion stuttered.
"I think we should put them in some water," Luna frowned slightly.
"How did you-"
"Like Luna stated previously, we're here for Daphne," Hermione said seriously, pursing her lips. A stray curl coming untucked from behind her ear and falling in her face, "and we're not leaving without her."