FICLET SERIES: Lessons (Pairing: Michael Corner/Daphne Greengrass)
Title: Lessons
Character Pairing: Michael Corner/Daphne Greengrass
Prompt: Set Thirteen - vi. like a hole in the ground
Word Count: 1050 words
Rating: T for strong language and sexual situations in later sections
Summary: 13 ficlets, in which Michael Corner learns you can't judge a book by its cover and Daphne Greengrass learns to trust.
Author's Notes: T for strong language and for non-explicit sexual situations in later chapters. This is a more canon-compliant take from me on Daphne Greengrass and Michael Corner. It'll explore just how these two crazy kids could actually fall in love with each other.
Link to Prompt Table: table here
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vi. like a hole in the ground
“So, Katie Bell’s out for at least two games according to Parvati.”
“Who’s replacing her?” Terry asks Padma.
“Dean Thomas.”
Sean Bradley snorts arrogantly. “Thomas’s never played the game. He’ll be a lightweight. Hell, even Cadwallader and Smith’ll be able to take him. And forget Slytherin’s Chasers! Tomorrow’s game, mark my words - Vaisey and Warrington’ll destroy him.”
“Oi! What are we? Hippogriff liver?” Mandy Brocklehurst huffs. “Morag and I earned our Chaser spots three years ago! We’ll eat Thomas for breakfast!”
“Whoa! Easy Brock . . .” Terrry diffuses the volatile gender war that’s brewing over Quidditch. “Hey Mike . . . whaddya-?” Terry nudges him. “Er, Mike?”
He’s barely listening. Instead, his eyes are firmly focused - as they have been for the past few weeks since their spectacularly confusing Hogsmeade . . .
Well, it hadn’t been a date; it had ended not with a goodbye snog but with Daphne Greengrass blurting out-
“It wouldn’t have bothered me if you hadn’t been there!”
And she had walked away with no other explanation. And she hadn’t spoken to him since.
Michael thinks about her words over and over again. He can’t help but think that something’s there, inside of her, and whatever it is likes him and wants him, but it’s hidden and buried deep within her and there’s all this other shit in the way.
Like the fact that she’s a Slytherin and he’s not. Like whatever her family’s expectations are and he doesn’t fit them. Like . . . like-
A roll hits Michael’s head.
“Hey!”
“I hate it when you ignore me,” Terry pouts.
Michael glares at him. “You can be such a girl sometimes Boot.”
“Watch it, Corner,” Padma and Mandy glower furiously at him.
Terry winces. “Well, exactly what’s so bloody important that you’re ignoring Quidditch of all things?” His eyes drift to where Michael had been staring so intently. “Oh, for the love of Rowena’s diadem, Mike! Come on!”
“What?”
“A Slytherin?” He grunts. “If you didn’t need a good shag, I’d be takin’ the piss outta ya for bein’ desperate!”
Michael throws his serviette at him. “It’s not just about that, Dung-for-Brains!” he exclaims, fuming.
“Then, what’s it ab- . . . oh! All right . . . gotcha!”
He hates it when Terry gets that look like he’s just figured something out. Michael teases him that he doesn’t get that look often, but when he does, all bets are off.
“You’ve really got it bad, mate. Y’know that?”
Michael just looks at him. “I’ve got what bad?”
“You’re pining away for her.”
“Does Michael Corner have a crush, Terry?” Mandy leans over with a very evil grin on her face. As does Padma.
Michael wonders if anyone would notice if he just Avada Kedavra'd Terry. Right here, right now.
“I don’t think it’s just a ‘crush’,” Terry’s eyes narrow and Michael hates that smug, wicked grin plastered on his face. “I think Michael’s in wuv!”
“Seriously Boot . . . one more word, and I’ll tell them about the lucky lady whose name you were yelling out in the showers yesterday.”
Michael grins as Terry glares at him and Mandy and Padma’s attentions shift to pestering his friend about that little fact. He looks back over at the Slytherin table and his heart pounds as Daphne stands up and makes to leave the Great Hall. Without another word, he jumps up and walks in long, fast strides to catch up to her while trying to make it look like he’s not trying to catch up with her.
It’s harder than it looks, but he keeps thinking about what she said in Hogmeade-
“It wouldn’t have bothered me if you hadn’t been there!”
He reaches her, and he grabs her elbow.
She turns around. “M-Michael . . . what do you- . . .”
She doesn’t finish what she’s about to say because he pulls her into an empty classroom and shuts and locks the door.
Daphne just stares at him angrily. “Explain, please! Before I start yelling my head off.”
Michael nostrils flare. He’s determined to get this out in the open. “What did you mean? ‘It wouldn’t have bothered me if you hadn’t been there!’”
“I’ve got no idea what you’re on-”
“Hogsmeade. Before you walked away. Those were your words.” Daphne’s face grows very red. She indicates no other feeling or emotion, though. She still seems to be very angry and confused.
She just keeps digging herself in, deeper and deeper . . .
He walks to her. “The problem is, I can’t get it out of my head. At least, not until you tell me why you said it.”
Daphne scratches her elbow, but she maintains her angry countenance. “I-I don’t even remember saying-”
“You remember, Daphne-”
“Don’t say my name!”
“-or else you wouldn’t be blushing. And now you’re getting more and more red.” He’s now standing very close to her and he can hear her breath speeding up just a little bit.
“What should I call you, then? Miss Greengrass?” Michael has never heard his voice so . . . so bloody deep, and he’s wondering just where the hell that’s coming from. But it’s affecting her even though she clearly doesn’t want it to, so he continues doing it.
“Wh-what the hell’s happening to your, uh . . . voice?” She tries to make it sound like an insult, but she’s nervous and thrown off of her game. Michael knows exactly why; he’s standing so close to her that their noses almost touch.
“You’re nervous, aren’t you?”
“Don’t . . . get . . . nervous.”
Michael keeps his eyes on her. His hand trembles as he touches her arm and she’s breathing very quickly. Almost reflexively, her mouth opens like she’s about to say something, and Michael realizes this is it. There’s no better opportunity.
He kisses her.
She’s shocked. She gasps in surprise at first. But a moment passes and Michael’s still kissing her. He continues kissing her and he brings his arms up around her body. His hands are in her hair. He touches her face. He hears things drop to the floor and he knows it’s her book bag because she’s putting her arms around him, unencumbered by anything heavy.
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Character Pairing: Michael Corner/Daphne Greengrass
Prompt: Set Thirteen - vi. like a hole in the ground
Word Count: 1050 words
Rating: T for strong language and sexual situations in later sections
Summary: 13 ficlets, in which Michael Corner learns you can't judge a book by its cover and Daphne Greengrass learns to trust.
Author's Notes: T for strong language and for non-explicit sexual situations in later chapters. This is a more canon-compliant take from me on Daphne Greengrass and Michael Corner. It'll explore just how these two crazy kids could actually fall in love with each other.
Link to Prompt Table: table here
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vi. like a hole in the ground
“So, Katie Bell’s out for at least two games according to Parvati.”
“Who’s replacing her?” Terry asks Padma.
“Dean Thomas.”
Sean Bradley snorts arrogantly. “Thomas’s never played the game. He’ll be a lightweight. Hell, even Cadwallader and Smith’ll be able to take him. And forget Slytherin’s Chasers! Tomorrow’s game, mark my words - Vaisey and Warrington’ll destroy him.”
“Oi! What are we? Hippogriff liver?” Mandy Brocklehurst huffs. “Morag and I earned our Chaser spots three years ago! We’ll eat Thomas for breakfast!”
“Whoa! Easy Brock . . .” Terrry diffuses the volatile gender war that’s brewing over Quidditch. “Hey Mike . . . whaddya-?” Terry nudges him. “Er, Mike?”
He’s barely listening. Instead, his eyes are firmly focused - as they have been for the past few weeks since their spectacularly confusing Hogsmeade . . .
Well, it hadn’t been a date; it had ended not with a goodbye snog but with Daphne Greengrass blurting out-
“It wouldn’t have bothered me if you hadn’t been there!”
And she had walked away with no other explanation. And she hadn’t spoken to him since.
Michael thinks about her words over and over again. He can’t help but think that something’s there, inside of her, and whatever it is likes him and wants him, but it’s hidden and buried deep within her and there’s all this other shit in the way.
Like the fact that she’s a Slytherin and he’s not. Like whatever her family’s expectations are and he doesn’t fit them. Like . . . like-
A roll hits Michael’s head.
“Hey!”
“I hate it when you ignore me,” Terry pouts.
Michael glares at him. “You can be such a girl sometimes Boot.”
“Watch it, Corner,” Padma and Mandy glower furiously at him.
Terry winces. “Well, exactly what’s so bloody important that you’re ignoring Quidditch of all things?” His eyes drift to where Michael had been staring so intently. “Oh, for the love of Rowena’s diadem, Mike! Come on!”
“What?”
“A Slytherin?” He grunts. “If you didn’t need a good shag, I’d be takin’ the piss outta ya for bein’ desperate!”
Michael throws his serviette at him. “It’s not just about that, Dung-for-Brains!” he exclaims, fuming.
“Then, what’s it ab- . . . oh! All right . . . gotcha!”
He hates it when Terry gets that look like he’s just figured something out. Michael teases him that he doesn’t get that look often, but when he does, all bets are off.
“You’ve really got it bad, mate. Y’know that?”
Michael just looks at him. “I’ve got what bad?”
“You’re pining away for her.”
“Does Michael Corner have a crush, Terry?” Mandy leans over with a very evil grin on her face. As does Padma.
Michael wonders if anyone would notice if he just Avada Kedavra'd Terry. Right here, right now.
“I don’t think it’s just a ‘crush’,” Terry’s eyes narrow and Michael hates that smug, wicked grin plastered on his face. “I think Michael’s in wuv!”
“Seriously Boot . . . one more word, and I’ll tell them about the lucky lady whose name you were yelling out in the showers yesterday.”
Michael grins as Terry glares at him and Mandy and Padma’s attentions shift to pestering his friend about that little fact. He looks back over at the Slytherin table and his heart pounds as Daphne stands up and makes to leave the Great Hall. Without another word, he jumps up and walks in long, fast strides to catch up to her while trying to make it look like he’s not trying to catch up with her.
It’s harder than it looks, but he keeps thinking about what she said in Hogmeade-
“It wouldn’t have bothered me if you hadn’t been there!”
He reaches her, and he grabs her elbow.
She turns around. “M-Michael . . . what do you- . . .”
She doesn’t finish what she’s about to say because he pulls her into an empty classroom and shuts and locks the door.
Daphne just stares at him angrily. “Explain, please! Before I start yelling my head off.”
Michael nostrils flare. He’s determined to get this out in the open. “What did you mean? ‘It wouldn’t have bothered me if you hadn’t been there!’”
“I’ve got no idea what you’re on-”
“Hogsmeade. Before you walked away. Those were your words.” Daphne’s face grows very red. She indicates no other feeling or emotion, though. She still seems to be very angry and confused.
She just keeps digging herself in, deeper and deeper . . .
He walks to her. “The problem is, I can’t get it out of my head. At least, not until you tell me why you said it.”
Daphne scratches her elbow, but she maintains her angry countenance. “I-I don’t even remember saying-”
“You remember, Daphne-”
“Don’t say my name!”
“-or else you wouldn’t be blushing. And now you’re getting more and more red.” He’s now standing very close to her and he can hear her breath speeding up just a little bit.
“What should I call you, then? Miss Greengrass?” Michael has never heard his voice so . . . so bloody deep, and he’s wondering just where the hell that’s coming from. But it’s affecting her even though she clearly doesn’t want it to, so he continues doing it.
“Wh-what the hell’s happening to your, uh . . . voice?” She tries to make it sound like an insult, but she’s nervous and thrown off of her game. Michael knows exactly why; he’s standing so close to her that their noses almost touch.
“You’re nervous, aren’t you?”
“Don’t . . . get . . . nervous.”
Michael keeps his eyes on her. His hand trembles as he touches her arm and she’s breathing very quickly. Almost reflexively, her mouth opens like she’s about to say something, and Michael realizes this is it. There’s no better opportunity.
He kisses her.
She’s shocked. She gasps in surprise at first. But a moment passes and Michael’s still kissing her. He continues kissing her and he brings his arms up around her body. His hands are in her hair. He touches her face. He hears things drop to the floor and he knows it’s her book bag because she’s putting her arms around him, unencumbered by anything heavy.
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