Because I Don't Write Anymore...
Title: Kissing Frogs
Pairing: Theodore/Daphne
Rating: PG?
Summary: Daphne Greengrass had to kiss a few frogs before she found her prince.
Ever since she was a little girl, Daphne Greengrass loved fairy tales. Not just any fairy tales, of course, because Daphne wasn't just any girl. Daphne was a witch, who preferred Muggle fairytales.
This brought all kinds of grief to her parents, who weren't particularly fond of anything Muggle, especially silly fairytales. "Unrealistic," they'd say, "And a terrible portrayal of magic." But Daphne didn't care. Once she learned to read, she devoured all the Muggle fairytales she could get her hands on, particularly the tale of The Frog Prince.
Her grandmother was the only person who supported Daphne's love of Muggle fairytales, and on Daphne's sixth birthday, she gave little Daphne a stuffed frog, that was soft and plush and had a golden crown stitched to the top of its green head. Daphne took that stuffed frog everywhere-swimming in the pond behind her home, to tea parties in the garden, and even to Hogwarts with her, although he remained in her trunk the entire time. Princely, as he was named, was Daphne's constant companion, second only to her little sister Astoria.
After reading the tale of The Frog Prince hundreds of times and receiving Princely for her sixth birthday, little Daphne got it in her head that she too could find her Prince Charming, who would sweep her off her feet and away from her parents to his castle. They would live happily ever after, eating nothing but ice cream and candy for dinner while staying up as late as they wanted. From her sixth birthday forward, it was Daphne's aspiration to find her prince, even if that meant she had to kiss a few frogs.
The first frog was Draco Malfoy, when Daphne was seven. He had a castle, and his parents gave him whatever he wanted, so Daphne thought if he turned out to be her prince, her fairytale would be complete. One day, when her mother went to visit his mother, the two escaped to the garden where Daphne tested her hypothesis. The kiss was quick, but Draco screamed like a little girl when it was over and pushed Daphne in the mud. She'd been wearing her new pink dress with her matching hair ribbon, and mud got all over both. She never forgave him for that.
The second frog was Adrian Pucey. During Daphne's first year at Hogwarts, Adrian bumped into her in the hallway and knocked the books out of her arms. He scrambled to help her pick them up, and as the two stood back up, Daphne tried her luck with him. That kiss was quick, but slobbery and Daphne spent the rest of the year avoiding him.
The next frog was Vincent Crabbe, who kissed Daphne one day after Potions in their second year. Daphne was caught so off guard that she didn't even realize what had happened until he pulled back with a stupid grin crossing his stupid face. She swore at him for close to five minutes, her face and ears so red she thought she might explode. He never spoke to her again.
In third her third year, there were several frogs in quick succession; each asked her to Hogsmeade and each received a quick, chaste kiss at the end of the day. Miles Bletchley, Charles Warrington, and James Montague were all frogs for different reasons, but Daphne couldn't really remember why anymore.
In fourth year, Blaise Zabini asked Daphne to go to the Yule Ball with him. Daphne was convinced he would be her prince for two reasons-one, he was handsome, and two, she'd had a crush on him since the end of third year. She had a wonderful time dancing with him, though he remained aloof and quiet the entire evening. At the end of the night, she rose up on her tiptoes and kissed him, but she felt nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Fifth year held nothing but frogs as well-there was Justin Finch-Fletchley, who Daphne kissed because he wasn't the type she usually went for; Terry Boot, who she went to Hogsmeade with once; and Cormac McLaggen, who kissed her and received her foot in his most sensitive area for his trouble. She even tried Neville Longbottom as a last resort-the boy had a pet toad, which was almost like a frog-but that didn't work either, because he turned all red and dropped a potted plant on her new shoes.
So by sixth year, Daphne had given up on finding her Prince Charming, because she'd kissed plenty of frogs with absolutely no luck. That was, until Theodore Nott came stumbling into her life. Literally.
Theodore Nott was the definition of a frog from the start-stringy with sharp elbows and knobby knees, a terrible haircut, and a fierce love of books twice his weight. One night, on her way back from dinner, she found him with his foot caught in the trick step. He didn't notice her standing a couple steps below him, and when he finally freed his foot, he came tumbling backwards, taking her down with him.
As they lay in a heap at the foot of the stairs, Theodore scrambled to his feet and held his hand out for her. Daphne took it, and once back on her feet, she got her first good look at him since he'd been sorted into Slytherin five years ago. He was still tall and gangly, but he'd put on some weight and finally had some proper fitting robes. His hair finally had a proper haircut, although it had grown long enough to curl at the ends. And the blush that spread across his face and reached the tips of his ears made the lopsided, apologetic smile on his face even cuter.
Standing on the second step from the landing, she placed her hands gently on his shoulders and leaned in. As far as she was concerned, she was just crossing her T's and dotting her I's, because there was no reason for Theodore Nott, of all people, to be different than the other frogs she had kissed.
But he was.
And while his castle turned out to be a one-bedroom flat in Wizarding London and their ice-cream and candy for dinner every night turned out to be burnt attempts at homemade dinners and cheap take-out, Theodore Nott swept Daphne Greengrass off her feet.
Pairing: Theodore/Daphne
Rating: PG?
Summary: Daphne Greengrass had to kiss a few frogs before she found her prince.
Ever since she was a little girl, Daphne Greengrass loved fairy tales. Not just any fairy tales, of course, because Daphne wasn't just any girl. Daphne was a witch, who preferred Muggle fairytales.
This brought all kinds of grief to her parents, who weren't particularly fond of anything Muggle, especially silly fairytales. "Unrealistic," they'd say, "And a terrible portrayal of magic." But Daphne didn't care. Once she learned to read, she devoured all the Muggle fairytales she could get her hands on, particularly the tale of The Frog Prince.
Her grandmother was the only person who supported Daphne's love of Muggle fairytales, and on Daphne's sixth birthday, she gave little Daphne a stuffed frog, that was soft and plush and had a golden crown stitched to the top of its green head. Daphne took that stuffed frog everywhere-swimming in the pond behind her home, to tea parties in the garden, and even to Hogwarts with her, although he remained in her trunk the entire time. Princely, as he was named, was Daphne's constant companion, second only to her little sister Astoria.
After reading the tale of The Frog Prince hundreds of times and receiving Princely for her sixth birthday, little Daphne got it in her head that she too could find her Prince Charming, who would sweep her off her feet and away from her parents to his castle. They would live happily ever after, eating nothing but ice cream and candy for dinner while staying up as late as they wanted. From her sixth birthday forward, it was Daphne's aspiration to find her prince, even if that meant she had to kiss a few frogs.
The first frog was Draco Malfoy, when Daphne was seven. He had a castle, and his parents gave him whatever he wanted, so Daphne thought if he turned out to be her prince, her fairytale would be complete. One day, when her mother went to visit his mother, the two escaped to the garden where Daphne tested her hypothesis. The kiss was quick, but Draco screamed like a little girl when it was over and pushed Daphne in the mud. She'd been wearing her new pink dress with her matching hair ribbon, and mud got all over both. She never forgave him for that.
The second frog was Adrian Pucey. During Daphne's first year at Hogwarts, Adrian bumped into her in the hallway and knocked the books out of her arms. He scrambled to help her pick them up, and as the two stood back up, Daphne tried her luck with him. That kiss was quick, but slobbery and Daphne spent the rest of the year avoiding him.
The next frog was Vincent Crabbe, who kissed Daphne one day after Potions in their second year. Daphne was caught so off guard that she didn't even realize what had happened until he pulled back with a stupid grin crossing his stupid face. She swore at him for close to five minutes, her face and ears so red she thought she might explode. He never spoke to her again.
In third her third year, there were several frogs in quick succession; each asked her to Hogsmeade and each received a quick, chaste kiss at the end of the day. Miles Bletchley, Charles Warrington, and James Montague were all frogs for different reasons, but Daphne couldn't really remember why anymore.
In fourth year, Blaise Zabini asked Daphne to go to the Yule Ball with him. Daphne was convinced he would be her prince for two reasons-one, he was handsome, and two, she'd had a crush on him since the end of third year. She had a wonderful time dancing with him, though he remained aloof and quiet the entire evening. At the end of the night, she rose up on her tiptoes and kissed him, but she felt nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Fifth year held nothing but frogs as well-there was Justin Finch-Fletchley, who Daphne kissed because he wasn't the type she usually went for; Terry Boot, who she went to Hogsmeade with once; and Cormac McLaggen, who kissed her and received her foot in his most sensitive area for his trouble. She even tried Neville Longbottom as a last resort-the boy had a pet toad, which was almost like a frog-but that didn't work either, because he turned all red and dropped a potted plant on her new shoes.
So by sixth year, Daphne had given up on finding her Prince Charming, because she'd kissed plenty of frogs with absolutely no luck. That was, until Theodore Nott came stumbling into her life. Literally.
Theodore Nott was the definition of a frog from the start-stringy with sharp elbows and knobby knees, a terrible haircut, and a fierce love of books twice his weight. One night, on her way back from dinner, she found him with his foot caught in the trick step. He didn't notice her standing a couple steps below him, and when he finally freed his foot, he came tumbling backwards, taking her down with him.
As they lay in a heap at the foot of the stairs, Theodore scrambled to his feet and held his hand out for her. Daphne took it, and once back on her feet, she got her first good look at him since he'd been sorted into Slytherin five years ago. He was still tall and gangly, but he'd put on some weight and finally had some proper fitting robes. His hair finally had a proper haircut, although it had grown long enough to curl at the ends. And the blush that spread across his face and reached the tips of his ears made the lopsided, apologetic smile on his face even cuter.
Standing on the second step from the landing, she placed her hands gently on his shoulders and leaned in. As far as she was concerned, she was just crossing her T's and dotting her I's, because there was no reason for Theodore Nott, of all people, to be different than the other frogs she had kissed.
But he was.
And while his castle turned out to be a one-bedroom flat in Wizarding London and their ice-cream and candy for dinner every night turned out to be burnt attempts at homemade dinners and cheap take-out, Theodore Nott swept Daphne Greengrass off her feet.