Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Daphne grinned as she pushed the girl in front of her onto her bed and kissed down the side of her neck. Emi Kimura, a slytherin from a year above her. Finding other queer girls was easier when they were in your own house. Currently, Kimura was under her, moaning from the way Daphne was playing with her breasts.
“Your so fucking beautiful when you make those noises.” Daphne said, trying to sound as sexy as possible. Kimura was older and more experienced after all, there was more pressure to impress her.
“Damn Greengrass, didn’t realize I was your type.” Kimura said as she smirked and used Daphne’s tie to pull the pale neck to her mouth.
“Hot, older women are definitely my type.” She replied, trying to sound as clear as she could between moans.
Kimura paused her kissing to reply, instead deciding to flip them over and run her hands up and down Daphne’s body. “Don’t make me sound like some adult, I’m barely a few months older than you,” she giggled, “Anyways, I meant slytherins. Heard you were more into hufflepuffs.” She moved her hands up to unbutton Daphne’s shirt.
Daphne inwardly groaned at both the older girl’s touch and words. It was such a drag that people were talking about who she was and wasn’t hooking up with. She knew she wasn’t exactly subtle, but she didn’t like people discussing her sex life anyways. Still she replied. “I couldn’t care less about anyone's house. Gryffindor, ravenclaw, whatever… pretty girls are pretty girls right?” She spat out between heavy breaths as she flipped them back over.
Kimura chuckles, “Yeah pretty girl… you're right.” Daphne blushed at the nick-name and started moving down between her legs, but then Kimura added, “Not gryffindor though. Too many mudblood’s in that house.”
And suddenly, Daphne froze. For maybe the first time in her life, “mudblood” was having such an adverse affect on her. Fuck. If Granger hadn’t lectured her a couple nights before, she probably would have inwardly cringed, but just carry on like normal. But now, the words echoed around in her head. “How many times have you heard someone say mudblood? And how many times did you do anything about it?” Daphne wanted to say something, but there was no doubt in her mind she would be judged by the older girl. An older girl who would probably tell all her friends (Well, the gay ones at least).
“Baby, you okay?” Kimura asked, running her fingers through her long blonde hair. Daphne knew the gesture was supposed to be comforting, but instead she just felt disgusting for letting a blood purist touch her so intimately. Well, it’s not like she’s an actual blood purist. I mean she uses that word in bad taste, but it’s not like she ACTUALLY thinks muggleborns are worth less. Right? Her desperate attempts at rationalization were squandered by Hermione’s words which still permeated her brain like a cancer. “...you just conveniently ignore all the rhetoric and the legislation and the culture that makes people reach that type of extremism in the first place!” Daphne analyzed her situation. She had a pretty, eager, soaking wet girl under her. She shouldn’t let the words of a cheater with a fancy watch and a savior complex stop her. “Yeah, I’m good sorry. Don’t know what came over me.” Daphne moved her hair to the side and ducked her head down to continue and then- shit.
She couldn’t do it. The only thing she could think of was Granger’s face as she recalled the muggleborn attacks. Full of bitterness, resentment and almost devoid of hope despite the light in her eyes. It was more of a fire than a light, Daphne supposed. She couldn’t fuck clearly with that image in her head. It made her chest tighten with too much guilt.
She sighs. “Actually no, let’s not do this right now. I’m not really in the mood anymore.” Daphne got up, avoiding Kimura’s gaze out of embarrassment. She buttoned up her shirt and fixed her skirt as if she was the one that deserved to be filled with shame.
“What’s wrong, was it something I did? We don’t have to keep going but let me know… in case there’s a next time” Kimura asked carefully as she shot up out of bed. Daphne bit her lip. Her tone was so genuine, so worried, so hopeful. She really cared. She really respected Daphne. How could someone so sweet have said that word a few seconds ago? Why couldn’t she see Kimura in the same light anymore? They had known each other for a while, Daphne had always seen her as generous and kind hearted. Fucking Granger getting in my fucking head.
Maybe Kimura was the same girl, kind hearted that is, and maybe she wouldn’t judge Daphne. Maybe she’d even stop saying it. “No um- I just don’t know why you had to say that word. It just caught me off guard.” She confessed shamefully.
Kimura furrowed her eyebrows, looking confused. “What word?”.
Daphne sighed, avoiding her gaze, “Nevermind, it’s not that big of a deal, can we forget about this? Let’s just go get some dinner, all our friends are probably already there.” She said hastily as she put her shoes on and hoped to avoid further inquiry.
“Wait, do you mean mudblood?” Kimura scoffed, “You got turned off because I said mudblood?”
Daphne turned back, embarrassed and now annoyed as well. She could already tell this wasn’t going to work out in her favor. “It’s just a nasty word, there’s no reason to use it okay!” The spite was making her more assertive now.
“Sorry didn’t realize you loved muggleborns so much.” Kimura shot back as she also started getting defensive. “It’s just a word you don’t have to be so sensitive about it, we’re both purebloods y'know.”
“I don’t love muggleborns! I just don’t get why we have to use that word to describe them! It makes it sound like they’re some sort of nuisance.”
“Calm down. It’s not like I'm putting on a death eater cloak and killing them at quidditch games okay?" Merlin I wish I could kill you right now, Daphne thought as Kimura's patronizing tone pierced through her. “I just don’t like being around them, they’re like… uncultured.”
Daphne could feel her face getting redder by the second. “Yeah but like that’s what those death eaters think too! It’s- It’s- UGH I don’t know, just we shouldn’t say it!”
“Merlin Greengrass, are you fucking mental? Did you just compare me to Death Eaters? You're making a big deal out of nothing!”. Daphne wanted to argue more, she wanted to articulate what Granger had lectured her about, things about rhetoric and culture leading to extremism and whatnot but she didn’t have it in her. She wasn’t smart or eloquent like Granger. She could barely convey what she was thinking on a regular day, no chance she was gonna sound reasonable under Kimura's scrutinizing attitude. God if Granger were here, she would eat you up alive.
So instead, she just took a deep breath as she turned away. “Okay, whatever, I'm sorry. I’m gonna go get dinner now, I guess I'll see you around.” Then left and shut the door behind her before she had to suffer through any other confrontation.