Part 4: Daphne strikes

The library had become our special haunt now, we had the same table everytime we went there, the one in the back. We've hexed a couple of first year Slytherins out of our seats, but no one else dared to tread there. I, the person who in the beginning of the year had tried to swear off libraries entirely, was now spending more time in the library than out of it, when I wasn't in classes.  I think it was becoming unhealthy. Daphne was complaining that I never got to see her anymore now that she was busy tutoring that Hufflepuff kid, and I was always in the library. She dragged me up to our dormitory after that. We were now having a girls day in and she was, yet again, painting her fingernails.

"Which color do you like best?" Daphne asked, stretching out her arm to admire her nails. She had painted each nail a different color. We were stretched out on her bed together, I was flipping through Theodore's history notes, admiring his thouroughness once again.  I glanced up, examined her fingernails for a moment and then replied,  "I don't know, the blue?" She gave me an annoyed look and clucked her tounge.

"Tracy, Tracy, Tracy." She said, shaking her head. "You aren't surgically attatched to the library you know." I looked up from where I could see another sketch of me in the margin of Theodore's notes. She looked down a the notes and saw the sketch.  "Ah. Ah, ah ahhhhh..." She snatched the paper away from under my hand and I made a grab for it. I missed. "He draws you in the margins of his papers, thats so sweeeeeeet!" She cooed. She was smiling evilly again.

"No Daphne, bad Daphne, whatever you're thinking, no." I raised my two pointer fingers in the shape of an X, to ward her off. She had on the same look that she had when she was planning the boxers fiasco. And we all know how that ended up. I think Higgs is just glad that he could have been a track star, he ran so fast to get out of there once Snape showed up. And what Snape did to Draco...unspeakable.

"But Tracy, luv, he has it bad for you!" She twisted to grin at me. I still wasn't smiling.

"Theodore?" My voice squeaked incredulously. "You're mad."

"You do realize, that you're the only girl he even looks at besides me. He only looks at me because I'm always with you." She paused for a moment. "And I'm shiny." She was right, she did have a nasty habit of walking into a room and attracting everyone's attention. She had charisma leaking out of her ears and it was going to get her in trouble some day. She squinted at the page. "Hey, wait, this could be me."

"It's me." I said coldly, wipping the paper from her hands, looking at it. It couldn't be her, could it?

"Are you sure? Because I don't think you have that lilting of a nose." I glared at her and she laughed carelessly. "Tracy, stop glaring at me, he signed your name at the bottom of it." One of the first years burst in, her blonde hair windblown.


"Nott is looking for you." She said, a bit breathlessly. Ah yes, wonderful how well trained the first years were.

"Me? Of course he is." Daphne said, grinning. I glared at her.

"No Daphne, he's looking for Tracy. He said that he's got something to show her." Daphne laughed again, smirking at me. I gathered his notes to return to him and caught her look.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't doooo..." She sang out, winking at me. I rolled my eyes.

"You'd do anything Daphne."

"You know what I mean."