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WHO; Malcolm Baddock && Daphne Greengrass
WHEN; Backdated to Monday night.
WHERE; Slytherin Common Room.
SUMMARY; Does Malcolm have a death-wish? Yes. Yes, he does.
RATING; G, I guess.
WARNINGS; none.
STATUS; Complete.

Malcolm Baddock. Daphne was debating on screaming into a pillow or throwing something against a wall. She glared down at his unnecessarily messy handwriting. How dare he. He needed to be put in place; somehow he’d gotten the notion stuck in his head that she actually cared about him. Daphne let out a small and short laugh. Honestly he couldn’t be farther from the truth. Settling with throwing a pillow against the stone wall and grabbing her quill, Daphne reluctantly smiled as she carefully wrote her response back. He wanted her in the common room? Who was she to disappoint?

Daphne threw on a clean robe from her trunk and hurried past her room-mates, ignoring whatever look they might have had on their faces. In her haste Daphne had forgotten her wand, but a curse wouldn’t give her the satisfaction that she needed right now.

As she neared the common room she lost the smile that had unknowingly formed on her face. The thought of seeing him gave her an unpleasant feeling in her stomach. What on earth was she thinking asking this moron for anything?


Malcolm closed his journal with a laugh, part of him expecting to hear a string of curses coming from the 7th year girls' dormitory. He really had no idea what was he playing at, anymore, and maybe Charlie was right in telling him that he'd lost his mind, but he couldn't seem to stop teasing Daphne. She was just so easy to rile up! He truly believed he was in the right this time, though. He had gone all the way to the kitchens and back, almost got caught by that freaky cat of Filch's in the way, and all to get her a piece of cake. She should, at least, appreciate the effort.

The cake in question looked incredibly good, but Malcolm refrained from tasting it, already knowing that he'd annoyed Daphne enough for the day. If he made her come down to the common room for a half-eaten piece of cake, he would certainly be signing his death sentence. Hearing her stomping her way down towards him, though, only fuelled his need to cause her grief and with another laugh, he waited for her to appear around the doorway to take a bite.

"Sorry, five minutes' over," Malcolm announced around a mouthful of cake when she stepped into the room, his shoulders lifting in a careless shrug, "no cake for you now."


She should have expected it, but when she saw Malcolm speaking through a mouthful of the chocolate cake it only strengthened her resolve. The cake, however, was the furthest thing from her mind at this point; she only gave him a small smile as she walked forward quickly, and reached for the plate.

With a swift motion Daphne had pushed the plate against his shirt, then raising her hand and slapping him across his cheek as hard as she could. She almost wanted to laugh once she heard the sound but gave him an innocent look as she turned away, and started to walk off. She tried to bite back the imminent smile, and kept her eyes and stride forward, raising her hand to give him a single wave.

“Maybe next time, Baddock.”


Of all the things the things Malcolm had thought would happen, her slapping him certainly hadn't crossed his mind. He had expected to be hexed and cursed repeatedly, maybe even ignored, but he hadn't really thought Daphne would actually touch him. And put such a good cake to waste, too!

Malcolm was in shock for all of two seconds before he burst out laughing, almost falling off his seat with the effort and bringing a hand up to his face to rub at his sore cheek. It didn't hurt that much, really, just stung enough to make sure he would have the shape of her hand imprinted on his skin for a while. For some strange reason, that made him smile.

In between the laughing, the sore cheek and the ruined shirt, Malcolm didn't notice Daphne leaving until she was up the stairs. That still didn't stop him from jumping off his seat and going after her, ready to have the last word. "Wait. Hey, no, wait. You sure you don't want to eat this?" he yelled out, still chuckling under his breath, "s'bound to taste sweeter, now!"

He wasn't sure if she had heard him, but if asked, Malcolm would swear he saw her laugh before turning the corner.