Daphne was looking at the ceiling instead of sleeping, the soft light of the starry sky washing over her when Harry Potter, who had camped near the Slytherin/Gryffindor divide like she had done, spoke up.

Not that she minded the fact he was near her; Harry seemed nicer than her fellow Slytherins. Kinder, too. But what did she know? She was something of a failure, too manipulative for Hufflepuff, but not enough for the House she'd been sorted.

"I think I'm going to become a hermit." He said suddenlu. Daphne turned her head to face him, but Harry was looking at the ceiling.

"Why?" She frowned, and Harry looked at her. His eyes seemed even more green in that soft light. He was pretty, she realized. "I mean, I don't see why. You are... You."

"Someone tried to kill me four times. That's four times the usual murder attempt ratio." Harry explained, and she snorted, stiffling a laugh. "I mean, you have to admit it's unusual."

"Sure is, but that's no reason to go to the middle of the woods and grow a beard." Daphne replied, and Harry nodded. Daphne looked at him. "Wait, can I go with you?"

He faced her, eyes squinting a little to see Daphne, and she remembered he needed glasses to see, so he wasn't scrutinizing her.

"Not that I'm complaining, but why me?" He seemed, however, legitimately happy by it, by the thought of friendship.

"Well, you'd be alone, otherwise." Was Daphne's reply, and Harry thought about it for a moment. "No one likes to be alone."

There it was: the Hufflepuff in her, coming out.

"I thought the entire point of being an hermit was being alone, though?" Harry asked, and it was Daphne's time to think on the subject.

Hermits were lonely creatures, and she had never heard of a hermit - not even her family's hermit, the one who stayed around the desert doing odd jobs for Merlin knows what reason - who kept themselves a friend.

Well, there always a first for everything, wasn't there?

She shrugged, leaning in her elbows.

"Then we become two hermit friends, all alone, that's it. What do you say?" She asked, and Harry smiled.

"I say you two should sleep." Said a grumbly voice she didn't recognize, making both blush. Daphne threw her covers over her head, and pretended the heat on her face was from shame.