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❞Odours have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions, or will. The persuasive power of an odour cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally.❞ ind. sel. hp oc rp/ff blog please read rules and bio byf will contain dark themes #abjxctio

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cornelia ashworth ― pureblood blood traitor, outcast, perfume maker ― ind. sel. harry potter oc rp and fanfiction blog. anti-jkr. penned by annie (25, she/her). est. aug. 2021

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@ofsplitsouls  //  she wanted one thing and one thing only ― to be left alone. to be ignored by everyone else, to be unbothered, to be like a fly on the wall ― hear everything but remain unseen. but that’s impossible, especially after her ❞ friends ❞ bragged about her potions skills and knowledge, and now? now she has to compete against tom riddle himself, the best of the best, and snape’s favourite. under normal circumstances, cornelia would have no problem brewing a potion and winning, but these are not normal circumstances.

she could have given up ― abandon the competition, and protect her mental faculties, or brew a fantastic potion, at the cost of her sanity.

naturally, she chose the latter, which is exactly how she found herself in the potions classroom at 1 am on a friday night. most students her age either sleep or party at this time, but cornelia? she’s still in her uniform, with her skirt rumpled, her collar unbuttoned, tie loose around her neck and hair dishevelled. she’s a mess, racking her brain to come up with something to impress snape, and, more or less, impress riddle. the boy’s a genius in terms of magic, but there’s something off about him, and up until now, cornelia did her best to avoid him. now she knows she’ll be seeing him more often ― where else can you brew a potion but here?

she straightens her back, stretching her arms to relax the muscles. why must it be so difficult to brew a damn potion? the skin under her eyes begin to darken with every passing minute, and she’s yawning more than she’s working. boredom seeps into her tired brain, and she’s balancing her quill on her index finger before getting up, walking around her desk and sitting back down. music would have helped her, but hogwarts does not allow that, unfortunately.

❞ shit. i’m officially fucked. bet riddle’s gonna come up with something in no time. ❞

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unsxllied​:

Ouch. Cornelia’s words strike a cord that he never expected to be struck. Draco still won’t allow anyone to demolish the walls he built around himself, but he did not anticipate to relate to her so much.

Her.

Someone beneath him  ━ or so he’d been taught. Sometimes, and now is one of those times, Draco envies Potter for being so brave. Not that he would ever admit that, of course. But he envies how Potter can go beyond blood status, money and power, and just make friends, people who will stick by his side no matter what, because Draco knows for a fact that Pansy, Blaise and even Humpty and Dumpty would betray him the moment they see fit. But what about Cornelia? Would she betray him?

“You shouldn’t hate yourself. You’re… great.” His voice goes down an octave before clearing his throat. 

she chokes on saliva, completely taken aback by draco’s statement. is this another joke? another psychological trick? to make her feel sorry for him and then get stabbed in the back? cornelia mimics him by clearing her own throat and straightening her pyjama shorts. her mouth opens to say something, then closes back, then opens again, and she stand there, looking like a fish.

“i’m sorry, what?” she can’t help the chuckle that escapes her swollen lips. “don’t get me wrong, draco, if this is a compliment, then i’m grateful. but forgive me for not believing a word coming out of your pretty mouth, you know, considering how the last six years developed for me.”

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unsxllied​:

Oh, the sweet sound of her desperate voice is like music to his ears. And the way she threw herself at his feet  ━ a sight for sore eyes. He has to contain his emotions, however, not show the other two men just how much he wants to ravage her, because he’s as desperate as she is, only for a completely different reason. Besides, he waited for so long  ━ what’s a few more hours?

Draco kneels next to her, carding his fingers through her dirty-blonde locks. She’s so beautiful, even after ten years. Time took its toll on them, but he likes how it took the spark of hope out of her eyes. He could almost feel sorry for what he’s about to do to her, but he doesn’t. Cornelia is his, and Draco is about to take her.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head with this pathetic shop.” Calloused fingertips dig into her dainty wrist. “Now, be a good girl and walk, unless you want to burn alive.”

terror. it’s the only word that can describe what cornelia feels in this very moment. the way draco dug his fingers in her flesh made her skin crawl, and her stomach churn. it doesn’t help that she used to have a crush on him back in school, nor that there’s a fire in his cold eyes. ironic  ━ how draco’s eyes could freeze her on the spot, and now it seems like there’s a flicker in them. she gets up, half-heartedly, because the room begins to spin. what did she do to deserve this?

they walk out, and cornelia’s heart fills with sorrow as she watches her home light up and burn. in a miserable attempt to forget that this is happening, she rests her head on draco’s shoulder, not realising that by doing this she’s pouring gasoline on his fire. tears stream down her face, and she would pull her wand out to stop the fire from spreading. but she knows that if she’d do this, she’d be dead. in this new world, insolence is not tolerated.

“why, draco? why am i being punished?”

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Bohemian green cut glass perfume bottle with gilt filigree stopper having emerald colored cut glass stones, white enamel decor and pearls, the bottle kelly green cut to clear with floral and geometric patterns, the neck of the bottle bejeweled to match the stopper. 6.75", Circa - Early 20th C.

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René Lalique for House of Worth. Perfume bottle Dans la nuit (In the Night), c. 1924.

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unsxllied​:

He blasts the door open, dust lifting in the air as Draco and two other Death Eaters enter that stupid perfume shop he always loathed. It took years, but finally he got permission from Voldemort to raid the store and take the woman he always wanted. Unlike his coward father, Draco proved himself to be much more useful to the Dark Lord, having earned his place as second in command. His aunt Bella was a favourite of Voldemort, but she was mentally unstable, and Draco took her place. 

It’s been years since Potter lost the war, years of enslaving muggles, killing mudbloods and prosecuting blood traitors, but the world is slowly becoming what Voldemort always desired - a utopia for purebloods. But it’s time Draco had an heir.

“My apologies for the door.” He grins, ice cold eyes scanning the room before landing on her. “But you won’t have to worry about that, love. You’ll soon have everything you’ve ever wished for. Burn the place.” | @abjxctio​ 

the noise startles cornelia, and she jolts up from her wooden chair. what could possibly happen now? she paid her fees, even if it left her hungry last week. she pledged her loyalty, she didn’t hide any muggles or muggle-borns. she stayed out of trouble, so what more could voldemort want from her? draco’s familiar face does not calm her down, not when he’s the second worst person in the entirety of the wizarding world, bested only by the dark lord himself. 

it’s been a rough ten years, and she couldn’t afford to run away because, as a blood traitor, she needs to pay to be allowed in society, but when she heard draco’s command, her heart stopped for a second. burn the place? but this shop is her life, the roof over her head, her income  ━ everything. in a desperate act, she throws herself at his feet, lips quivering, tears pooling at her eyes.

“draco, please! i’ve done everything the dark lord wanted me to do. you can’t take this away from me, please!”

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Paolo Sebastian 2021 Spring/Summer Couture Persephone Collection

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unsxllied​:

If anyone else were around, he wouldn’t stand for such insolence. He would make her regret every word that came out of her mouth. But he’s tired. He’s keeping a secret only a select few people around him know about, and Draco will not, cannot tell a little blood traitor about it. Part of him believes he would feel relieved if he told her. Part of him wants that stupid vanishing cabinet to never work. Part of him wants to live a normal life, maybe even indulge in muggle music  ━ he happened to hear the Weasley twins play something they called rock, and the song had been ingrained in Draco’s brain ever since. He takes another look at her, and despite the red eyes and tears, Cornelia’s as beautiful as always. Perhaps, in a different life, one where he isn’t a coward, he’d confess his feelings for her. Draco sees the curious look in her eyes and decides to answer the question with another question.

“Do you hate me?”

she expected lots of things from draco, but never such a question. her instinct tells her to be kind, to understand that maybe the man has a reason to behave in such a way, especially with all the rumours of his father being a death eater. but her mind is telling her to spit him in the face for having the guts to ask this.

“i-”

her throat becomes dry, words getting stuck, unable to come out. but why? she hates him, she despises him  ━ draco ruined her childhood, so why can’t she say yes? is it because, in her torn heart, she still hopes he’s just a misunderstood little boy who didn’t get the love he wanted? is it because she can see the tired eyes, the lack of nutrition, the way he spaces out in class? or is it because she always liked him, no matter how sick it made her to feel this way? cornelia chews her lip, shifting her eyes from draco, to the potions book, and back to draco.

“i don’t. i don’t hate you. i hate myself too much to leave room for anyone else.”

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unsxllied​:

Alone is the opposite of what Draco wants. The fact of the matter is, he never wants to be alone. He wants a real friend, someone who understands him, not like Pansy, who, in all honesty, only follows him around because she thinks he will marry her. Or Crabbe and Goyle, who are two braindead, spineless baboons. No, Draco wants someone like her, but he knows he can never have her. Purebreds and blood traitors don’t mix.

“I said I want you to keep your mouth shut, not leave. You can stay for all I care.” His chin rests in his hand, absent-mindedly swiping page after page.

is this draco's definition of being nice? because this is the first time he didn't remotely insult her in the last 6 years. kind of. cornelia decides to take the offer, wiping the tears with her sleeve before pushing her hair away from her face. she takes a look behind her, observing draco's books and scrolls, and it reminds her of the potions homework she needs to finish.

"can i join you? or am i pushing my luck by abusing your kindness?" a teasing smile dances on her lips and she knows she might regret being a smart ass.

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