The Nobody - Year One VIII

                                    

                                          
"Here it is." Hermione motions with a small wave of her hand. Daphne takes in the area, impressed, although it is exactly what she knew she should expect from seeing the office before and meeting Hermione's parents.  But it was still challenging for her to connect  Hermione's wealth and class to the cozyness of her homelife, as it is such a difference to what she was taught as the norm. 
                          
The seating room was homey, yet regal. There's a fireplace as the main focal point of the room, with a luxurious rug laying in the middle. Two large and plush recliners face the fireplace at an angle, and look as though they are made of clouds as does the love seat that could clearly seat two people with room to spare. The leather of all the seats looked used but there was obviously care put into retaining their life. 
                          
Hermione walks over to one of the recliners and Daphne walks over towards the other recliner. Daphne suddenly stops though and frowns, a memory playing in her head.
                          
Daphne was starting to get annoyed with Draco. The stupid prat would not stop staring at her with that infuriating half-smirk-thing he's been trying to do. She knows he's trying to be like his father,she's even told him so, but he denies it every time, making her roll her eyes at his idiocy. She was trying to talk to Pansy about the latest rumor involving a broom closet, a 5th year and a 6th year - both in Slytherin, obviously- and that they got caught by Peeves. But she kept fading in and out because she kept being distracted by Draco- he obviously wants something
                          
"What is it that you want?" Daphne finally snaps at the annoying blonde. 
                          
"Pansy?" Draco asked.
                          
Pansy immediately perked up, her crush on the boy visible. "Yes Draco?"
                          
"Could you just give Daphne and I a second?" 
                          
Pansy's eyebrows furrow but she nods enthusiastically, gives a quick wave to Daphne, flutters her eyelashes at Draco and flounces off. Daphne sighs at Pansy, she never listens to her,but she's said her piece, no reason for her to keep trying to use a broken wand. 
                          
"What is it Malfoy." 
                          
Draco smirks once more, or at least attempts to, and Daphne just stares at her ridiculous  friend.
                          
"You're not really friends with that filth." Daphne gives him a dead look, and decides he doesn't need an answer.
                          
His look just grows to look even superior than he already feels like he is. "I told Theo you weren't friends with that thing and he said you are. I can't wait to rub it in his face that he was wrong."
                          
Daphne turns her lip and scrunches her nose at him. "You're right Draco. I'm not friends with filth, I'm friends with Hermione." 
                          
"No you're not."
                          
Daphne rolls her eyes. She knows Draco will do this all day, so she decides to cut it short. "I'm done with you. I'm going to my room."
                          
Draco tries to chuckle but it comes more across like he's giggling, Daphne glares at him. "It's great. Seeing things that you don't. That thing isn't your friend. You know who you're friends are. It's Pansy, Blaize, Theo and me -"
                          
"And Hermione."
                          
"What's Pansy's favorite color?"
                          
"Purple, she likes that it accents her eyes."
                          
"Blaize?"
                          
"Red." Daphne couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Cause it's the color of passion. The prat hasn't even kissed a girls hand properly."