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Flickering Lights of Music | Daphne Greengrass

Daphne Greengrass Masterlist

Word Count: 2k

Genre: Established relationship | fluff

Pairing(s): Daphne x fem!gf!reader

Summary: You and Daphne spent a winter evening celebrating with your family until you're worn out. But you beg Daphne for one more thing before you leave.

Warnings: mentions of past abuse (from Daphs parents), swearing, food

Characters: Daphne Greengrass, Daphne's cat Atticus, Astoria Greengrass, Reader's family

Notes:

Readers family is magical

Established Relationship

Both reader and Daphne are in their early 20s

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|PICTURES DO NOT BELONG TO ME|

Is it odd to be jealous of a cat?

Maybe, but you’re sure you aren’t the first.

Atticus, an unknown breed of cat that had followed Daphne back to Hogwarts after a Hogsmeade trip in her fifth year. He was a sweet cat if he wanted to be. But normally he didn’t want anything to do with anyone except Daphne.

Which made it difficult when you had to take him for holiday breaks.

Daphne and Astorias parents were quite strict. They would’ve noticed Atticus the second Daphne had stepped into their home.

Which Daphne always laughed about because they only ‘gave a damn’ if their daughters did something wrong. Every other time they were treated like ornaments.

So, you had tasked yourself with taking care of her darling cat every break. Not that the cat was ever willing.

It was one of the many sighs of relief when you graduated from Hogwarts.

After a couple years you and Daphne moved in together. You were ecstatic about moving in with Daphne, but there were certainly some unexpectant challenges when it came to Atticus.

Like right now. You had gotten up to use the bathroom and the cat took your rightful place next Daphne. Curled up next to her like you once were.

You groaned in frustration. You were tired and didn’t want to have to deal with a needy cat.

You remind yourself that it’s your bed. Atticus has one of his own in Daphne's room. You shouldn’t feel bad, the cat gets to snuggle with Daphne almost as much as he wants. Yet, you do as you stride over to the bed with purpose.

You grab the cat gently but firmly so he doesn’t fall from your grip, and march over to Daphne's bedroom. The moment you picked him up he was making loud sounds of complaint. You tried to ignore it as you made down the familiar path towards Daphne's bedroom. You gently plopped the cat on his bed and cracked Daphne's bedroom door. Atticus would be able to get the door open and come running back to your room if he wished. You would just be back in bed before he got there.

When you plopped down on your bed and cozied yourself under the covers, you let out a sigh of victory.

“I could’ve sworn you were furrier.” Daphne hummed, in a sleep laced voice

“Yeah, whatever.” You muttered, snuggling closer to her.

She draped her arm over your waist lazily and peaked at you through hooded eyes, “If you’re jealous of my cat, you’re more than welcome to get your own.” She had a teasing smile on her face.

You murmured out something indecipherable as the warmth of your bed had already pulled you halfway into the depths of slumber.

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Your home was filled with winter tunes. The noise came from your record player, which you insisted on playing despite Daphne's ignorance to the works of a record player.

Tonight, you were to dine with your family. Astoria and Daphne were also to attend.

Since neither girls were in contact with their parents, you opted to have both at your home.

While Astoria was ecstatic at being surrounded by your family, Daphne was less so. She was grateful for your offer, truly she was. But she enjoyed the solitude of your shared home much more.

That’s why, every year, you and Daphne have agreed that she will travel to your home before dinner, and stay for dessert, before the two of you re-enter the comfort of your home.

Daphne only really did it for you and Astoria.

The blonde had practically raised her younger sister herself, and since the brunette was the younger of the materialistic parents' children, she rarely ever was in conversation with her parents.

Daphne was the elder of the two. The crown jewel of the Greengrass name. Her reputation was everything to her parents.

She followed her parents orders to her own expense, only ever finding love and warmth from her younger sister, whom she taught love and kindness herself. Daphne always shielded Astoria as much as she could from her parents' cold souls. She made sure she followed her parents strict orders, only ever acting out in private, tutoring her when her grades were slipping below perfection, schooling her how to be a pretty picture with expert mannerisms without being the center of attention.

Daphne always knew that no matter how hard she tried Astoria had struggled from her parents neglectance and the strict rule of showing only false emotions, and mannerisms.

So, she tried to be better now, where they could no longer be reached by their parents' grasps.

Astoria had always adored and loved Daphne more than anyone. And when Daphne learned to love you, Astoria wasn’t long behind, coming to love you as a close friend and a person of guidance.

You were meant to leave your home soon. Picking and prodding at your attire so that you looked as you wished.

You could hear Daphne's footsteps from outside your bedroom before you could see her. Making eye-contact with her through your mirror (which was littered with many moving pictures of the two of you).

You turn, “How do I look?” You asked

One of the pros of being in a relationship with Daphne, is that she doesn’t beat around the bush. However, this could also turn into a con at times.

Her eyes raked over your frame, her eyes held admiration as she calculated her thoughts.

“You shouldn’t wear those shoes, they’re cheap and uncomfortable. I doubt any charm you used would be able to soften them. Wear the black ones I bought you, they’ll match your outfit brilliantly.” Daphne said

You nodded, she had a point, these shoes were wildly uncomfortable, but you liked the look of them.

You’d save them for a date night, you tell yourself.

Slipping on the shoes Daphne had gifted you not too long ago, your feet instantly felt much better.

“What time should I arrive?” Daphne quested, a few arrivals of clothing and jewelry floating behind her.

“Same time as last year, and the year before that.” You smiled

Daphne nodded, her expression stoic, as usual. Daphne was notorious for having a resting bitch face, your friends had once told you.

“What shall I wear?” Daphne asked thoughtfully, using her wand to move the floating possessions in front of you.

You examined the options before picking out the pieces you liked best.

Daphne nodded, she tapped her wand once and the attire was gone.

“Don’t miss me too much.” You joked, walking over to her for a goodbye kiss.

Daphne smiled softly, and allowed you to place a kiss on her cheek. She turned her head waiting expectantly for another kiss.

You kissed her lips, immediately wishing you weren’t to see your family soon. You would’ve preferred if you could spend all night kissing the blonde. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option.

Daphne may hate social gatherings, but she hated not being punctual more. She believed that if you said you were going to be somewhere then you should be there.

“Don’t be long.” You begged breathlessly.

You stepped back, Daphne giving you a wink before you apparated to your parents home.

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You were always pleasantly surprised at the familiar scent of your childhood home.

The entirety of your past home was filled with family and friends, drinking, laughing, talking, and of course gossiping.

You’d had your fair share of family members come up to you to comment on ‘how you’ve grown’ or ‘how you look so beautiful’.

You tried to stay clear of the attendants you weren’t close with. Choosing to stick around those you were more fond of.

“So, how’s that girlfriend of yours?” Your grandma asked, patting your thigh affectionately.

As she’s aged she seems to forget more and more.

Your occupation, relationships, and recent travelings were always the topics.

“Daphne's good.” You said

“And what is she doing now?” You grandmother asked

“She’s a court scribe for the ministry.” You answered

Your grandmother nodded, but she doubted she heard you or even processed what you said.

You excuse yourself politely, making your way to the front door.

One tick, two ticks, three ticks…

A polite knock on the door.

You pulled it open, smiling brightly at the sight of your beautiful girlfriend dressed in the outfit you chose.

You said your greetings and then pulled her towards your parents.

“Oh, Daphne, how lovely to see you.” Your mother beamed at her.

“How’s work going?” Your father asked

Neither of your parents made a move to hug Daphne. They had learned throughout the years the two of you had been together that Daphne was not a hugging kind of person.

Daphne answered your parents' questions politely, only stopping when Astoria bounded over to the two of you.

“Daph, you’re here!” Astoria gave Daphne a one-armed hug

Your parents excused themselves politely, knowing this conversation was more wanted between the three of you.

“Yes, I am.” Daphne said quietly in a regretful tone.

Over the course of conversation Daphne wrapped her arm around you subconsciously.

“Rumor has it that you’re seeing someone.” You added

Astoria blushed.

Daphne looked quite shocked, “What?”

“It’s nothing serious.” Astoria reassured her sister, “At least, not right now.” She added quietly

“Since when were you seeing anyone?” Daphne asked

“Relax, Daph.” You whispered

Daphne sent you an incredulous look before turning to her sister expectantly.

“I think you’ll like him.” Astoria said, smiling, “Both of you.”

“Does that mean we can meet him?” You asked

“Not yet. But, soon.” Astoria promised

You elbowed Daphne.

Daphne sighed, “I’m happy for you. Truly, I am.”

Astoria grinned, “I know, Daph.”

Astoria excused herself to go help your mother.

“I think it’s nice.” You commented

“We’ll see.” Said Daphne.

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The two of you were to leave soon.

Dinner and dessert had been served and it had all been graciously enjoyed.

When games began you pulled Daphne out to sit outside.

“I’ll be right back!” You added, before rushing back into the house.

When you walked back outside, Daphne was sitting in the gazebo in your yard, she seemed to be examining the lights you had hung around it earlier that season.

Her head turned when she heard your footsteps.

She quickly noticed the thing in your hands and raised a brow.

“I was hoping..” you began, nervously, “You’d play for me.”

You handed her the Violin.

“Did you buy this ‘specially for me?” Daphne jokes

“It’s custom made. It’s..your present.” You said

Daphne looked up at you in surprise.

She looked down at the case that held her instrument, and opened it slowly.

The Violin was gorgeous. It matched Daphne's complete persona.

Daphne looked over it, delicately running her fingers along it.

“It’s..so lovely.” Daphne whispered, “Thank you.” She said even quieter.

She pulled the Violin out and placed the case delicately on the space beside her.

“Any song in particular?” She asked

Your heart sped up, “No.” you answered

Daphne stood, positioning the Violin so that she could play.

When Daphne had told you she could play, she mentioned she always played standing up.

You had never physically seen Daphne play, only heard it.

When Daphne hit the first string, you breath caught.

You’d heard both muggle and wizard music in your life. Both were unique and beautiful in their own ways.

Daphne put them both to shame in a matter of seconds.

The blondes eyes were closed as she let her muscle memory do all the work. You didn’t recognize the sound from her violin to be familiar.

Though, none of it mattered as the violins music became more frequent and the lights on the gazebo began to perform to the beat of Daphne's music.

The lights flickered, dimmed, and brightened as Daphne played.

You felt like you were in an alternate universe, being lulled to sleep by an angel.

You were positive that this tune would guide you for the rest of the week. As not only the sound soothed you but the picturesque scene of your breath-taking love.

Let me keep you Safe |Daphne Greengrass

Daphne Greengrass Masterlist

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Hurt/comfort (?)

Pairing: Daphne Greengrass x gf!Reader

Summary: Daphne Greengrass, your girlfriend, finds out that her ex-best friend Pansy Parkinson has been messing with you. She doesn’t take it well.

Warnings: fights, bullying, blood, threatening, some suggestions to past abuse, Anti-Pansy

Characters: Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, Astoria Greengrass (kinda)

Characters mentioned: Draco Malfoy, Professor Slughorn

Notes:

Takes place in sixth year

not really following any plot in the book or movie

Slughorn does get mentioned

No homophobia

Some fighting

Anti-Pansy

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|PICTURES DO NOT BELONG TO ME|

How could you not admire her when you walk by. Daphne was a goddess. But an intimidating goddess at that. Only the really ambitious-or stupid- approached her, and attempted to take her on a date. She was never interested though.

Your relationship had been kept a secret from public eyes. Not for any particular reason other than the adrenaline rush of sneaking around. Only your closest friends and Daphne's sister, Astoria, knew about it.

It’s January, the air is still chill from December, casting an icy breeze down the halls. Most students shivered, but Daphne didn’t. She leaned against the cold wall, her figure the picture of elegance. She was dressed in her own clothes since students weren’t required to wear robes over the weekends. She looked quite intelligent, but also scary. The kind of person you don’t approach because they look like they could read your mind.

She kept to herself, examining her nails, her mouth thin in displeasure. Her head snapped in the direction of footsteps and low and behold there you were. Walking alone, messenger bag on your hip, eyes focused on the floor in front of you. Your pose indicated you weren’t open to conversation. But you always walked like that.

Daphne's heart fluttered at the sight of you and a smile blossomed on her face. She quickly walked over to you, her hand quickly finding yours. You looked up, knowing immediately who it was. You smiled, grateful at the blonde's appearance.

“Where are you headed?” Daphne asked genuinely curious

“The library. I need to return some books and pick up some new ones.” You answered

Daphne hummed, “Did I ever tell you about the time in second year when a book followed me around for a week. Honest to Merlin, I couldn’t figure out why. My professors thought I was misbehaving, so I got detention.”

You laughed, “It just followed you around?”

Daphne nodded, “Yeah but when it placed itself on my desk it would make a loud sound. Disturbed all the students around me. Now that I think about it, it was probably Parkinson’s idea.”

You stiffened, Daphne didn’t think anything of it.

“What for?” You asked

Daphne laughed, “I was probably standing too close to Malfoy the day before. You know how Parkinson gets when you mess with one of her ‘possessions’.”

You shook your head, “Malfoys a person.”

“I don’t think Parkinson ever saw him that way. I think she’s just always seen him as her betrothed Prince that she would end up marrying and living in a big castle with all of us as her unhappy subjects. ‘Course, Malfoy didn’t give a fuck about her until last year. He just liked all the attention she gave him. I think that’s why he still keeps her around.”

Your mouth thinned, “That’s sad, the way they both use each other.”

Daphne shrugged, “I think it’s better than one of them actually being in love.”

You stopped walking, and Daphne stopped as well, confused, “How do you know they don’t love each other?”

Daphne hesitated, “I think they love the idea of each other. What the other can give them. But if it were just them, it wouldn’t mean anything.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, “Do you think they could learn to love one another?”

“I don’t know, when you grow up the way they- we did. It’s kind of all you know. It’s uncomfortable to love someone when you aren’t familiar with it. It feels…unsafe. Parkinson and Malfoy don’t like feeling unsafe.”

Your brows furrowed in distress but Daphne cut you off before you could say anything.

“I know what you’re thinking. Yes, it was an odd feeling for you at first. I didn’t like it. But I do now. I’m happier now. So I’m glad I took that risk with you.” She squeezed your hand

You squeezed back, smiling.

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True to your words, you were sitting in the library with a few transfiguration books open.

Your head snapped up when the chair across from you screeched as it dragged on the floor.

Pansy Parkinson’s eyes were mischievous, like a cat about to chase a mouse. Your mouth thinned, anxiety pooled in your stomach, as well as frustration. What did she want?

“Watchya readin their honey.” She smacked her lips together annoyingly.

“A book.” You answered dryly

Parkinson scowled, “I’m not stupid, I can see that’s a book.”

“Then maybe you can also see that I’m reading it.” You snapped back

Pansy stared at you blankly before smiling a cruel smile. “No need to be fiesty honey. I just want to have a nice conversation with you, that's all.”

She stood up and sat in the chair right next to you. You turned to face her, not trusting her to be so close and not be up to something.

“So how’s Daph doing?” She asked, but she didn’t look at all interested in what your answer would be.

“Fine.” You replied shortly

Pansy smiled a teasing smile, “Y’know Daph used to be such a laugh. She was always a mischievous one. Which was why I was so confused when she turned her back back on us, for people like you.”

She didn’t give you time to answer before continuing, “She spends a lot of time with you I’ve noticed. Do you have something she likes or…” she breaks off looking at you. She laughs suddenly, “Don’t tell me the two of you are seeing each other!”

You stiffened.

“Daphne always was unpredictable. But this! Now that’s something.” The raven headed girl stated loudly.

She moved her hand to your cheek and you flinched back, “Now, you and I are gonna come up with a nice little plan. You’re gonna break off whatever you have with Greengrass. You’re gonna tell her that she’s pathetic for thinking you could ever care for her. That you just wanted to see how far she’d go. Call her a blood supremacist or whatever. Break. Her. Heart.” Pansy said through clenched teeth, “Or, the next time we see each other, you won’t be getting away in one piece.” You froze when you felt the tip of her wand on your thigh.

She smiled cruelly, “See you around, honey.”

You were shocked. Frozen in place.

That’s why you didn’t notice a particular Greengrass sister a couple years younger than you was nearby. And she heard everything.

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A few weeks had gone by.

You continued to see Daphne, not sure what your plan was. Ignore Pansy, listen to Pansy, try and deceive Pansy?

Pansy Parkinson was like a parasite. Most kids younger than her were afraid of her. So if she wanted to know something, she’d know.

Every time you saw Daphne it was short and quick.

You could see the confusion laced on her face every time you walked away with pathetic excuses that she could see right through.

You had been struggling a bit in potions recently so you weren’t surprised when Professor Slughorn sent you a note with an invitation for some extra help.

You made your way to the potions room, you caught a glimpse of Daphne, talking with her younger sister Astoria. You lowered your head and kept walking. You could think about everything later.

Entering into the potions room your eyes went straight to the teachers desk and you were surprised not to see your professor.

“Slughorn's out for a bit.” A frighteningly familiar voice said from the corner.

Pansy was leaning against a table, looking happy. But not a good kind of happy.

“When will he be back?” You ask when the silence becomes too much.

Pansy snorts out a laugh, “Not for hours…you didn’t really think the note was from old Professor Slughorn, did you?”

Great.

“What do you want now?” You ask annoyed that you had been deceived.

“I thought I made it very clear that you were to break off things with Daphne. But she looks almost as she was before we had our chat.”

“Maybe Daphne doesn’t care as much as you think she does.” You replied

“No. I’m right. I know I’m right. The question is, do you?”

“What?” You were confused

“I made you a promise last time we spoke.” Pansy studied her nails in a bored manner.

“You threatened me.”

“Pish posh.” Pansy said, “You are the fool for not listening. Now, what am I going to do with you?” She pulled out her wand from her robes.

Your wand was in your bag, but you knew the second you tried to reach for it she’d hit you. Pansy may be a bitch, but her hexes are pretty good.

“How about an apology.” A third voice said

Whirling around, you see your girlfriend standing by the door, her wand pointed straight at Parkinson.

“Daphne.” Pansy was very surprised by the blonde's appearance.

“Parkinson.” Daphne sneered back.

Pansy recovered from her shocked look, to a face of annoyance.

“We were just having a little girl talk. No need to be so hostile, Daph.” Pansy rolled her eyes

Daphne chuckled darkly, “Like when you threatened my girlfriend in the library two weeks ago. Was that what you consider a little girl talk?”

Parkinson stiffened and she looked at you with flaming eyes. If looks could kill.

“Don’t look at her.” Daphne's voice snapped

“How long have the two of you been seeing each other?” Parkinson asked, trying to look uninterested.

Daphne moved closer to you, “That is none of your concern.”

“How come? We’re friends, aren’t we Daphhy?” She mocked a pout

Daphhy? If it weren't for the fact that she was just plain annoying then that would make you feel the urge to punch.

“We haven’t been friends for a long time, Parkinson. Especially not now.” Daphne was shaking. What fueled this, you weren’t sure.

Pansies mouth thinned.

“If I even hear a whisper that you are messing with my girlfriend I will make sure you regret it, do. you. understand?” The look on Daphne's face scared you. Even though you knew her anger wasn’t directed towards you.

“You always were a fiesty one Greengrass. A poked dragon just waiting for the chance to sink its teeth into someone. Is that what you plan to do to your little bitch here?” Pansy said

The sound of cracking was Daphne's response.

Pansy shrieked in pain, her hands going to cover her face.

She pulled them pack and saw the blood that was coming from Pansy’s nose.

Daphne grabbed your hand, hard. “If you ever mess with her again you’ll wish all you got was a broken nose.” Daphne seethed

She pulled you from the room and dragged you up and up multiple sets of stairs until she just stopped in a completely empty corridor.

She turned to look at you, anger still blazing in her eyes. She looked at you expectant, like a parent waiting for their child to confess their wrongdoing.

You opened your mouth, trying to think of what to say but closed it when you couldn’t think of anything.

When Daphne realized you weren’t going to say anything, she began talking, “Why didn’t you tell me? How long has Parkinson been talking to you? Has she hurt you? I swear if she touched you I’ll-“

“No.” You said out of nowhere, “No, Daph you shouldn’t have broken her nose like that-“

“Did you expect me to just step back and let her talk about you the way she did!” Daphne thundered

“I’m not saying she didn’t deserve it but now every time she sees you-“

“She’ll keep to herself, she’s not dumb enough to try me again.” Daphne countered

You went silent at that.

Daphne sighed, running a stressed hand across her face, “Why didn’t you tell me?” She whispered

“I thought it would go away.”

“You’re lying.” Daphne said

“What was I supposed to say, that Pansy Parkinson wouldn’t leave me alone?”

“Yes!” Daphne shouted, “I can keep you safe! Don’t you understand that? I can keep you safe from all of them, they’re afraid of me, they wouldn’t mess with you!”

“I don’t need you to keep me safe!” You shouted back

“Are you sure, because it’s not what it seemed like in there.” Daphne laughed with no humor.

“I would’ve figured it out!” You said

Daphne went silent, looking at you with concern.

She walked towards you and touched your cheek.

“At least tell me.” She whispered, “I don’t want you to keep big details like that, I don’t want to not know you’re hurting. Because I…I love you. Don’t you see that?” She pleaded

“I do now.” You replied, “I love you, Daphne. I didn’t want to worry you.”

Daphne smiled lightly, “You always worry me. As long as I live you will always worry me.”

And she kissed you.

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edited on 05/13/2024