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au & mutually selective roleplay blog of draco lucius malfoy from the harry potter series by j.k. rowling. please read guide & about before approaching or interacting.

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ginny weasley.

She ran through the corridors snaking through Hogwarts, realizing far too late that where there should have been dead ends, more corridors kept materializing leading her in a maze of confusion. Finally reaching a stair case, Ginny looked up to see a very familiar wizard that she was still not quite used to seeing in her nightmares. Tom. She hadn’t thought like she wanted as his name left her lips in a whisper that echoed all around them. As she took a step back, he would lower himself a step. Another step back, another step forward. Until she felt her back hit a wall, feeling the cold of the stone structure bleed through her shirt. Tom then brandished his wand, aiming it towards her throat. As she expected a curse, the Cruciatus Curse as it always was to exact, her name was verbalized from his lips. But it wasn’t Tom’s voice…

“Ginny.” Hearing her name spoken not in Tom’s voice, suddenly thrusted her out of the world that Tom Riddle ruled and back onto her bed where she looked up to a pair of unfamiliar, multi-colored eyes staring back down at her. A quick moment passed when she thought of grabbing for her wand placed on the nightstand, but realizing that it had actually been Draco, she sigh of relief was breathed. She wasn’t quite comprehending exactly what he was saying her, her senses too foggy from suddenly waking up from her nightmare. But she reminded herself of the things she knew as his voice calmly spoke to her: she was in the Hospital Wing, Madame Pomphrey had given her the potion to help her sleep, and now she was talking to Draco Malfoy. It dawned on her that the bleariness was not from the shock of (thankfully) being ripped away from her dreams, it was because of the potion. It never settled well with her when waking up after taking the bloody concoction, making it harder to actually wake up. Feeling the cold sweat clinging her shirt against the skin of her back as she sat up in bed, she grimaced but then gave Draco a tired smile as she reached for the glass of water he handed her. After murmuring a “Thank you” to him, she hadn’t realized how thirsty she had been until then. 

“No,” she spoke a bit too forcefully before saying it again a bit more resigned, “No. Thank you, though. I really don’t want to take anymore if it’s not going to work.” Running fingers through her red hair, she gave herself a minute to mentally shake off the nightmare and rid herself of the terror that still kept her trembling and quickened heart rate.  Also, taking it in that the Sleeping Draught didn’t bloody work. “I forgot-” stopping herself before letting him know that she forgot to put up the barriers like she usually did so she wouldn’t wake anyone. She supposed she had been that tired, so eager to fall back asleep. It was such good timing when Draco woke her up when he did. Before Tom Riddle casted the curse upon her. “I hope I didn’t wake you.” It didn’t seem as if he had just woken up, but she wanted to make sure. 

He knew all about the nightmares, as he was a regular victim of them as well. That, alongside the occlumency barriers in his mind and his inability to shut his mind up, meant that he was already used to the nightmares. Had had them since sixth year and it was unlikely they were going to disappear soon. Insomnia was starting to become familiar to him. Some days he embraced it and other days he loathed it. The Tom that Ginny referred to was a figure that appeared in his nightmares every now and then, but surely a less charming version of him. But instead of Ginny, he was never the victim in the situation, which once again made the problems that he had very clear. He watched his parents suffer, exactly like during the war, and he couldn’t do anything about it. Most people were rather vocal during nightmares, but he wasn’t. Much like in other stressful situations, he went quiet. He froze up and fought, inside of his mind, to get out of the nightmare’s predicament. By the time he woke up he was as afraid as ever and it generally took him at least a minute to put the nightmare into perspective.  “No problem.” He simply smiled at her, probably the first time that he ever smiled at her genuinely in his life. As soon as she took the glass of water over from him he moved to sit down cross-legged on the chair next to her bed instead. The best remedy for a nightmare was a distraction from what had just happened, and since they were on opposite sides during the last war it would be clear enough that what had just happened in her nightmare, whatever it was, couldn’t possibly be realistic. It seemed as though Sleeping Draught was used like a sedative rather than a potion to help Ginny sleep; of course it wouldn’t have the desired effect. “Try Dreamless Sleep. I would have taken it if it had been of any use. One night and you’ll forgot you ever tried anything else.” He didn’t ask about what she forgot, because she didn’t want him to know; if she did she would have finished that sentence. He reached over for the glass on his own nightstand and took a sip of water as well.  Shoulders shrugged at the redhead’s next remark about possibly waking him up. “Wasn’t asleep to begin with. I slept too much during the day,” he said and then reminded himself of the point he made earlier about trying to distract her. If it had been the other way around, if he had been the one waking up from a nightmare and she had been there, he would have wanted to be distracted too. “It’s stupid how I keep making this mistake month after month. I’m too exhausted, so I sleep during the day, wake up in the evening and spent the night wide awake, only to fall asleep again towards the end of the morning. I’m not complaining now that my worst enemy seems to be my sleeping pattern, though.” He had had worse enemies throughout the years. He leaned back against the chair and closed his eyes then. “I like to keep up pretense about a lot of things, but nights like these remind me that most of it is painfully untrue.”

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      “Don’t sound too excited, Draco.” She teased trying to move the conversation forward rather than pry into his thoughts. Despite every fiber in her being wanting to ask questions on what his perception of this entire confession was, Pansy knew better. Sometimes not knowing was easier to accept than anything else. And she truly hated every second of it. Perhaps what she hated even more was how toxic of a relationship the two had shred previously. Could they power through it now that they were older and more mature? Or was history doomed to repeat itself?

     Given the change of the atmosphere, taking a quick rest of the eyes was absolutely out of the question for the young woman. She pushed herself up onto her elbow, gazing down to the wizard with a weak grin upon her lips. “I know you will dismiss this as you always do, but do know I apologize if I managed to make this evening a whole lot complicated. But – since I can’t get a nap, I suppose I can go get my office together since I have the next two days off. That and I would like to get myself put together for this evening.”         She stretched her limbs one more time until her shoulder released an audible pop, a yawn perched beneath her chin. “Are you going back to bed or is it time for the bear, or should I say wolf, to get off of the couch?”

   “You know me well.” Her remark was met with the lightest possible grin, his lips barely moved upwards at Pansy’s words. He knew they weren’t amusing, definitely didn’t intend to be, but he couldn’t help it. There was nothing complicated about going to the stupid St. Mungo’s ball in his eyes. A lot of things in his life were complicated, but attending a ball with Pansy wasn’t that; it was easy, almost as easy as breathing. That made it sound like a bad thing, but after surviving the war in the way he did he preferred for things to be as simple as it could be. He had had enough difficult for the rest of his life in those two years. “You don’t have to worry. It’s going to be great. We’ll go and we’ll see what happens.”     Multi-colored eyes rolled at the young woman’s words. “Cute,” he commented, clearly not amused by her wolf reference. “No, I’m going to try to get another few hours of sleep. Which, in my defense, is for the better for the both of us. I’m a lot more fun when I’m well rested.” He winked at her then, only to pull the blankets over himself again. “I’ll come by your office.”    That evening he did as he promised; he put on a suit, made an attempt to fix his hair and went up to Pansy’s office then, a couple of minutes before the ball was supposed to begin and a couple of minutes later than the time they had agreed on. He had tried to avoid everyone else, but he got at least a couple of looks from other employees as he passed by.  Of course he was wearing the boutonniere that she had gifted him this morning.  He had a feeling the traditional way would have been if he actual bought one himself, but despite of being raised as a perfect upper class heir he didn’t care much for any of it. Besides, Pansy was much better at this kind of stuff than he was, so why not let her do it, right?      Closing the door behind him as soon as he passed by the door, he studied Pansy for a couple of seconds. “Hi,” he then said, a small but genuine smile playing with his lips. “You look amazing. Shall we, or do you need another minute to prepare yourself for what we got ourselves into?” 

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giinnymweasley:

Ginny couldn’t have skipped any of her classes that were taught by the Carrows, especially with Muggle Studies as it had been a compulsory class. Any chance that she didn’t have to be in detention, she took it. Just because she grew a slight tolerance to their Cruciatus Curse, didn’t mean she wanted to use it any time that she could. She was sent to their detentions- if you could even call it ‘detention’-, countless times, but that was for rebelling against their rule… not for skipping class. Rebelling seemed worth it, well, to an extent. And there was still that alertness in which she would brace herself at every corner, expecting to run into the Carrows or anyone who wouldn’t think twice about attacking her. It was such a relief to not have to worry if their detention was on her daily agenda. “I think our opinions of ‘interesting’ varies a bit, but I can do what I can,” she replied with a nod and a polite smile. “For now, I’m sure it’s going to be basically a review the same old information we’ve covered the last few years.” Not like it seemed he was worried about what was being covered. 

Could she tell him that it didn’t feel normal to have the nightmares? Even though everyone else was having them, it just didn’t feel like they were ever going away. It had only been a few months, but Ginny just wanted to feel normal again. Whatever that was, she wasn’t sure if she even remembered what normal felt like. “Just hate it makes me feel. The side affects…” the way it reminds me too much of my first year here at Hogwarts. How even though she didn’t have the nightmares of war, Tom Riddle, her deceased loved ones, she could almost sense that the nightmares were trying to claw their way through the protection of the potions. “That’s very tempting,” Ginny replied, casting a glance over at the bed and then looking back at him, “But I don’t know how long it’s going to be until she comes back. I don’t-” she shrugged her shoulders, “I can wait.” Even though she did feel comfortable and exhausted enough to fall asleep, she just didn’t think she could bear anyone seeing her so…vulnerable? Scared? Sometimes it took a minute to get her bearings in order, and what if that happened this time and she accidentally hexed him? Not like that had happened before, because of her protective spells, but there have been times where she would wake up with wand at the ready. 

“Well, have they seen you play? Obviously not, when they think that the only reason you got on the team was because of your last name.” She had thought that before, honestly. That he had only been picked on the Slytherin Quidditch team because of his name and wealth. That his father could buy the whole team brand new broomsticks. Probably didn’t hurt his chances to be picked, but he was a good flyer, even Ginny couldn’t deny that. Her eyes narrowed as her lips twitched, wanting to smile. “Caught me,” she replied after a second of just looking at him, “I overheard some girls talking about how they wanted to be the ones who nursed you back to health after your Quidditch incident, but I decided to beat them to it.” She didn’t comment on the last part as he was right in that it was easy to have guessed she was here, and she should have just told him why instead of pretending she wasn’t here for Dreamless Draught. 

To be fair he wasn’t attending the class because the class was completely pointless. The same could be said for History of Magic, but at least that managed to hold his interest a lot better than Defence Against could. It just felt like it was too late now and to think of that was just depressing, so he generally didn’t. It was an explanation that he didn’t plan to give Ginny. She didn’t ask for one, and while maybe she had wanted one, they were just partners in Defence Against the Dark Arts. He may be failing to play his part so far, but he had a feeling that was only expected of him. And what else was there to say, really? It was hard enough to stop himself from going down that downwards spiral that he was so used to nowadays and to do so much as think about Defence Against wasn’t helping. The irony was too strong.  “She won’t be gone for long. You know madam Pomfrey, right? This is her kingdom and she has to ward it as good as she possibly can.” And she couldn’t exactly do that when she wasn’t around. Ordering ingredients was something she usually did inside of her office, right next to the Hospital Wing, so it seemed likely that she went by Slughorn to tell him to brew more potions. She might owl the potion stores at Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley while she was at it, because it didn’t seem like good old Slughorn was keeping up. “Come on. You can go to sleep, then you’ll get a potion and can go to sleep again. It’ll be a win-win.” Somehow he had managed to persuade her, or maybe she realized she might actually collapse after all. Good thing. He waited until she laid down and closed her eyes before he laid back down himself as well. He woke her up after about half an hour, when madam Pomfrey came back, and was focused on reading a chapter in his History of Magic book when she came back and went to sleep again. It was 2 a.m. and he was tossing and turning in his bed when the girl in the bed next to him suddenly seemed to come to life. Told her Sleeping Draught wasn’t the solution. Stretching his limbs first, he got up from his bed and crossed the distance to Ginny’s bed. His muscles seemed to cooperate much better since the last time he tried to get out of bed, a couple of hours ago when madam Pomfrey just went to bed and Ginny had been asleep as well. He didn’t think he could stand to hear her murmur about Tom Riddle any longer. “Ginny,” he said, his voice disturbing the silence in the otherwise quiet Hospital Wing. When she woke up and quite literally stared at him, he simply looked back at her. “Hi,” he said dryly. “Nightmare. Are you okay? Never mind, stupid question. Of course you’re not okay. Here.” He moved to sit down on her bed and handed her glass of water over to her, well aware how dry his throat usually felt when he woke up from a nightmare and careful not to drop this glass of water. He knew she was likely to make a remark about how wide awake he was and he found that he didn’t mind explaining that. “Should I get madam Pomfrey to get you another vial?”

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“ hellooo? are you even LISTENING? ” brows raised, she just stares at him. it’s fairly obvious that she is offended by his lack of interest even though maybe she should be used to it by now. something seems… DIFFERENT. he’s acting strange, even for draco and despite the fact that pansy shouldn’t really care ( stay out of it, it’s none of your business. blais’ exact words ), she can’t help but be slightly WORRIED about the boy she, strangely enough, considers one of the few friends she has. it’s not like either one of them would die for the other, they are, after all, not like POTTER and his little herd, but she feels some sort of loyalty towards the blonde boy who looks suspiciously tired. “ draco are you ALRIGHT? ”

he wasn’t listening, but that probably didn’t come as a surprise to pansy at all. he had been staring into the distance for a good minute while she talked about - what exactly? no clue. their conversation had started about potions homework but had somehow changed to defence against homework and he had lost track the moment snape was mentioned in the conversation.  usually he’d jump on the opportunity to praise his favorite teacher, but his thoughts had immediately gone back to the earlier conversation he had with said teacher. “ i - what? ” he looked up to pansy momentarily and nodded immediately as he heard her question “ i’m great. everything is fine. ” way to overdo it, malfoy. “ i’m sorry, i just got distracted. i know i’ve been a shit friend lately, but there’s just a lot going on at home with my father in prison and all that. that’s all. so you were saying -? ” 

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giinnymweasley:

How long would it be until her body quit on her, rendering her unconscious? How long until she was so tired that she started hearing Tom Riddle’s voice or the screams from the war? The red head knew that she had quite some time before she started hearing anything or hallucinating from sleep deprivation. It wouldn’t happen now, so there was nothing to really worry about yet, but it was still something that was a fear of hers to happen in public. Let alone waking up someone, specifically people in the Hospital Wing, from her nightmares. Was Draco staying the night in the Hospital Wing again? If he was, she would have to ensure that her protective spells were not only put up but also not sloppily cast. Definitely not because she didn’t trust him, it was because she hated the way people looked at her after seeing the way her nightmares tortured her. Pity. Sympathy. She hated those expressions directed towards her. It was no problem to empathize with other, showing them her sympathy, but she didn’t want the same directed towards her. 

Ginny kept her posture casual, with her arms still crossed and leaning up against the bed frame, knowing that if she even sat down, she might as well lie down and fall asleep. Might as well keep standing to stay awake. And it was getting harder to keep up with the smiling and witty comments, pretending to not be as exhausted as she really was. “Gotta keep things interesting, huh. Keep me on toes. Show up when I’m least expecting it?” A playful smirk was turning her lips upwards. “But yeah, I’ll let you know whenever you absolutely need to go to class.” It just happened to be good timing that they happened to be in the Hospital Wing at the same time so she could inform him of their test next week. They wouldn’t have any trouble at all since Draco had already taken the class before, and Ginny practically knew the majority of what was being taught. However, Ginny and Draco had never dueled before and she was itching to find out how it would pan out during class. She had a feeling neither of the would hold back.

A twinge of guilt strung her stomach as it was obvious that he definitely was aware that she was lying. Well, not exactly lying, but she was keeping the truth from him that it was her that was taking the Sleeping Draught. Draco, as much as she didn’t want to to admit it, was absolutely right. Every one was affected by the war, so why should she feel embarrassed that she had to take a simple potion to fall asleep and keep the nightmares at bay. Her expression turned into one that said more like ‘fine you win. It’s actually me, but you already knew, of course.’ Why bother trying to keep him from knowing it was actually her when he was seeing right through her words? “I know,” she replied with her eyebrows frowning, “I usually sleep in here, though. In case I wake up screaming. Not as many people to wake up here.” Not only was she guilty about not telling the truth, it was just too exhausting to keep up the front that it wasn’t her that the potion was for. Might as well be blatantly honest if it was already known why she was here. 

He didn’t want to tell her, that was fine, and she was going to lie for him if anyone asked if she knew what happened to him. Ginny definitely didn’t blame him for not telling her what happened, because they weren’t exactly friends and she wasn’t even telling him why she was here when it was a stupid Dreamless Draught. “Nobody’s going to believe that,” Ginny answered, amusement swimming in her brown eyes, “You’re a great flyer, and I don’t think anyone has ever seen you fall off a broom before. But, if you say so.” The smirk died a little as she was caught in another situation where she wasn’t exactly telling the truth. She figured he had caught onto the sarcasm about her being fine? “Ever heard of sarcasm? Obviously, I’m not ‘peachy’. Why else would I be here,” she replied dryly, her eyes focusing away from Draco. 

To be fair, Draco hadn’t actually taken the class before. After all it wasn’t Defence Against the Dark Arts that they were taught last year, but just Dark Arts. He had missed a lot of Amycus’ classes as well, either because he was excused from them ( there was no need to teach him how to torture or use the Cruciatus Curse ), because his condition prevented him from going to any classes at al or because he decided that Dark Arts wasn’t his top priority at that point. However, the idea of Defence Against usually left a bitter taste, which was why he had only planned to attend when strictly necessary, no matter how many detention hours that would earn him. “I’ll only show up when we need to do stuff together for grades or when I feel like it, but don’t expect that to happen anytime soon. Let me know if the class covers anything interesting enough as well, okay?” he just asked, both because he meant it and because he wondered what Ginny Weasley’s idea of ‘interesting enough’ would be.  “Everyone that survived the war has trouble sleeping. Everyone has the nightmares. I spent quite some time in here, during the war as well, and you’d be surprised how many people come and go just to get Sleeping Draught and Dreamless Sleep. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He simply shrugged his shoulders and forced himself to sit up straight then, putting the pillow up as well and leaning his back against it. He closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows after a couple of seconds, almost as if he was reacting to something in his own thoughts rather than a reply to something that Ginny did. As someone who was an Occlumens and Legilimens both, it was like there were layers to a lie, layers that he was able to spot and peel down one by one. Lying to him was generally useless. “I get it. I don’t sleep much at all these days, unless I really have to.” He opened his eyes then and nodded to the bed next to his own. “You can lie down, you know. I can wake you when madam Pomfrey comes back.” Nightmares wouldn’t occur for at least an hour after falling asleep, so that would be a bad argument to begin with, even if he understood it. 

His eyebrows rose again when she said that no one would believe him. “You want to bet on that? Because I think people do believe it. The general assumption seems to be that I’m only picked to be on the team because of my last name.” There was a challenge in his words and the light grin on his face only made that clearer. “I haven’t actually ever fallen off a broom to begin with, but you’re the only one that knows that now.” Shoulders shrugged at that. He didn’t want to explain why he was really here and Ginny didn’t seem to want to push the matter, for which he was grateful. “Never heard of sarcasm,” he replied, sarcasm obvious in the undertone of his voice. “I don’t know. Maybe you came to visit me.” Now that the sarcasm had begun, he clearly couldn’t help himself. “It’s not really any of my business why you’re here, even if it’s quite easy to guess.”

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giinnymweasley:

Turning her body back around so she could face him once more, she casually crossed her arms and leaned her against the bed frame of the bed that was right next to his. Allowing the wooden end to jab into her leg but not too painfully, it would be just enough keep her standing instead of curling into the bed and falling fast asleep. But she wanted to take the Sleeping Draught first so she wouldn’t wake any of the inhabitants of the Hospital Wing from her nightmares. Ginny couldn’t escape the dreams even when taking naps, so why bother falling asleep when she wasn’t going to get a peaceful slumber? 

You could ask me, Ginny wanted to reply, but it would be a waste of breath and time. Why would he ask the Weaslette for notes when he had his own friends to ask? Just because they were partners for class, didn’t mean anything. Just because they had walked Hogwarts together right before a battle and the fact that they were able to hold a civil conversation didn’t mean they were friends either. “Yeah, they’re just asking for us to have flashbacks from the war,” she replied with a roll of her eyes, sarcasm dripping off her words. The words, however, were more lighthearted than venomous so it would seem that she didn’t quite agree with him. But she sort of did agree and mean the words that she had spoken. How embarrassing would it be, though, to have a flashback from the war during the test. She shook her head, ridding herself of the thought and also making it seem like it was part of her next comment, “I don’t blame you for not going, though. I’ll just tell you when we have assignments to turn in together or if we have tests.” If anyone in their class didn’t need Defense, it would be Draco. He already taken the subject, so why would he bother wasting his time going if he already knew everything being covered?

Damn it. It had been that obvious that she was talking about herself, hadn’t it? And how had he guessed that she was there for the Sleeping Draught? Had Draco seen her sleeping in one of Hospital Wing’s cots a couple of days ago or even making a brief appearance by picking up the purplish liquid to take it back to her common room? “I think they’re just wanting something, anything, to help escape from the nightmares as the war was a very intense experience, so I’ll let them know,” she replied, “thank you.” It would have just been so much easier if Ginny had spoken in first person, informing him that that was the reason she was here: the Dreamless Draught. Would it have been that humiliating that that was here for the potion? No, not at all humiliating. Plenty of students came for the same thing, so why was it any different? He already knew the reason behind her coming here. 

The question seemed to just tumble out of her mouth without her consent, “What happened?” Silently cursing herself she wanted to take it back as it was none of her business. But it was too late now, she couldn’t really take it back. When he asked her how she was doing, she almost laughed out loud. Between the exhaustion from the nightmares and the already lack of sleep from homework and the stress from said homework, she quite the opposite of ‘feeling good’, but it was good enough to keep standing while talking. He already caught on that she was the one that Madame Pomphrey was helping with the potion, but she didn’t want anyone to know how awful she truly felt unless it was the school’s healer. Ginny couldn’t really lie to the woman if she wanted the help that she needed. Shrugging her shoulders as nonchalantly as she could, she had a feeling that it was a waste of time to try and persuade anyone right now that she was okay, but it was best to keep up with appearances. “Yeah, sure. I’m feeling just peachy,” she replied with a tired smile that was hard to hide. 

Truthfully, Ginny looked like she was about to collapse. Like she hadn’t slept in days. He knew what it looked like since he got to have a good look at it during the summer, since both him and his parents seemed to have lost all ability to sleep at regular times. His father, the only one of the three of them that could take a potion to help him, got the most sleep by far. His mother and him, both occlumens, usually spent the night in different parts of the manor. He was generally in the second library, where he spent his time reading and writing until he fell asleep, only to wake up a couple of hours later, petrified with fear. That could be considered the upside of his monthly transformations; sleeping wasn’t as bad as it was the rest of the month.  Draco hadn’t even thought to ask Ginny for the notes, simply because they weren’t in the same house and he learned to stick to his own people, since they were the only ones trustworthy. There was a lot he could say about Ginny’s words about the war, but he held back because whatever he would say probably wouldn’t come to any good. He lost the war, after all, and people had no sympathy for someone that was on the wrong side of things unless they got the details, like most of his teachers did now. “Yea, that should work. Just tell me when and about what and I’ll be there. I might even show up sometimes, but don’t count on that too much.” He was here against his own wishes, after all, and wasn’t going to act like he enjoyed being here by showing up at every class pretending like he was interested. Especially not Defence Against, because the irony was too high in that one. He’d gladly sit his way through History of Magic, listening to Binns speak while he did his own research, attend Herbology and Astronomy, even Charms and Transfiguration were usually not a problem for him to be. It was just Potions and Defence Against, two of the subjects he used to excel at but was sick of now.  “You’re welcome,” he just said. Leaning on his hands he sat up straight; he fixed his pillow and closed his eyes momentarily, forcing his thoughts away from Defence Against. There was no use to it, since he had learned to defend against the dark arts himself. “Yes, please tell them,” Draco replied while he opened his eyes again. “I’ll gladly help them out any day.” The emphasis on ‘them’ may be weak but it was definitely there. He forgot how exhausting it was to see people lie to him day in day out. People lied; that was a given, a human thing to do. As an Occlumens and Legilimens both, though, it was easy to spot a lie. “You know, the older students come and go in this place, requesting their potions and taking them to their dormitories. Everyone is affected by the war one way or the other.” His point was that there was nothing she should hide here. The problem was only as big as she was making it right now.  Of course the nosy Gryffindor in front of him couldn’t help herself. “If anyone asks, I decided to lie and say I fell off my broom during quidditch practice the other day.” People always preferred to believe he was an idiot who just got chosen for the team because of his last name, so him being unable to stay on his broom for a whole training wouldn’t seem so questionable either. His point was clear enough; he wasn’t going to tell her. His eyebrows rose momentarily on her words. At least he acknowledged his lie before he said it. “Sure,” he said. He didn’t care to point out the obvious again so soon.

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GENERAL

Name: draco lucius malfoy

Alias(es):  none

Gender: male

Age: verse dependent, usually eighteen

Date of Birth: june fifth, 1980 (  i think? )

Place of Birth: london, england

Hometown: wiltshire, england

Spoken languages: english, dutch & french

Sexual preference: bisexual

Occupation: student, healer

APPEARANCE

Eye color: blue-brown

Hair color: blonde

Height: 5′11

Scars: the dark mark, a bite mark above the dark mark, a couple on his back and chest, one from his collarbone to his left shoulder

Burns: none

Over weight: no

Under weight: not anymore

FAVOURITE

Color: green

Hair color: no preference

Eye color: light colored eyes

Song: violet hill - coldplay

Movie: no movies

TV Show: no tv shows

Food: pizza

Drink: coffee

Book: les miserables by victor hugo

HAVE THEY

Passed University: no

Had sex: yes

Had sex in public: no

Gotten pregnant: no

Kissed a boy: yes

Kissed a girl: yes

Gotten tattoos: yes

Gotten piercings: no

Had a broken heart: no

Been in love: yes

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: yes

ARE THEY

A virgin: no

A cuddler: yes ( not that he will admit it )

A kisser: yes

Scared easily: no

Jealous easily: no

Trustworthy: no

Dominant: somewhat

Submissive: no

In love: usually clueless

Single: probably?

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Have they harmed themselves: yes

Thought of suicide: yes

Attempted suicide: yes

Wanted to kill someone: yes

Drove a car: yes

Have/had a job: yes

Have any fears: yes

FAMILY

Sibling(s): none

Parents: lucius abraxas malfoy & narcissa elizabeth malfoy née black

Children: in future verses there’s scorpius hyperion malfoy

Pets: no

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There was no way Ginny could spend another night screaming her throat hoarse, no matter how thankful she was to herself that she had placed protective spells around her bed so that no one else would wake up from her nightmares. Not only was it hard enough trying to avoid the place where Fred passed, where she had seen the lifeless bodies of her friends and family, but with the return to Hogwarts, came the nightmares with a scarier vengeance than before. Ginny was not one to take Sleepless Draught as it made her lose control of her consciousness, something that reminded her too much of the black outs from her first year. It didn’t help that the potion made her slightly nauseous when waking up. With the tests and homework and essays, she could use all the sleep that could take even if she needed the help from potions.

After her last class, Ginny made an impulse decision to head on over to the Hospital Wing, skipping dinner. She had lost her appetite during lunch when she remembered the nightmare she had of the war, especially the events that happened in the Great Hall. Knowing that her friends would be worried, her need for sleep greatly outweighed her concern for what they thought. It wouldn’t have been the first time this week that she had skipped dinner or left early to head over to the Hospital Wing to either sleep there or take the potion back to her dormitory so she could take it there. Tonight, she figured she would stay in the Hospital Wing as she didn’t want to answer the nosey questions pertaining to where she had disappeared to. 

As soon as Ginny entered the Hospital Wing for the third time this week, Madame Pomphrey immediately bustled up her skirts before saying that she somehow knew Ginny would return when she had run out of the Sleepless Draught and needed to retrieve more ingredients from the cupboard beside the Potions classroom. The youngest Weasley child was about to reply that the school’s healer didn’t need to worry about it, that she could just come back tomorrow, when she realized it was too late: Madame Pomphrey had already left, murmuring something about ordering more ingredients altogether. 

Not knowing where to wait or what to do, she decided to bide her time by just seeing if the exhaustion would take over, simply letting her sleep in a somewhat peaceful environment. As her eyelids fluttered to a close, drifting her to a semi-comfortable darkness, Ginny allowed herself to slip away from reality. However, the sound of glass shattering caused her eyes to fly open and for her to sit straight up, wand already drawn. She took back the part about this place being peaceful. How long had she been asleep? Probably not even longer than a minute as Madame Pomphrey had returned yet. 

Her curiosity took the best of her as she wandered over to where she had heard the crash come from. She should have turned around when she realized it had been Draco, who was now repairing the glass that he had dropped, but as soon as he looked up at her, she couldn’t just pretend that she wasn’t walking towards him. “Hey,” she answered lamely. The Dark Mark upon his forearm, no longer jet black as it had been when he showed her the night before the Battle at Hogwarts, had not obvious until he rolled down his sleeve, but Ginny looked back at him so it didn’t seem as if she was staring. “I didn’t think I was that bad at Defense, so I figured it had to be something else,” she tried to joke with a smirk. “Speaking of that. We have a partner test next week, dealing with dueling. Surely, we’d have no problem acing that one,” she said with a small chuckle. “Anyway, I heard a crash, and since Madame Pomphrey is out getting more ingredients for a potion,” my potion, “I figured I would see if everything was okay.” As she was turning to face the other way to walk back to Madame Pomphrey’s office to leave him be, she asked, “I hope you’re feeling okay?”

He should just have gone to the Common Room and spent his day in bed in the dormitory, but it seemed likely that would only result in people prying into his business. This whole Eighth Year Common Room thing already got on his nerves as soon as he read about it and it didn’t get any better since he arrived at Hogwarts. People he didn’t want to see were everywhere all the time, with the result that he spent most of his time in the library with some other Slytherins, who weren’t all that interested in being around the other three houses either. The Hospital Wing was more quiet and there were less prying eyes, but that didn’t mean he would just be left alone.  It seemed as though she assumed that he was trying to hide the Dark Mark when he rolled his sleeves down in a couple of quick motions, something that left him slightly amused and mostly relieved. Ginny didn’t know it, but he hadn’t bothered to cover up the Mark as soon as the war was over. The freshly healed cuts on his arms on the other hand, ones that he caused in his sleep last night, was something he had preferred for her not to see and it seemed as though she hadn’t. Maybe the Mark was a blessing in disguise in that respect; everyone would blindly assume he was trying to hide his Mark, while in reality there was something else to hide. Since they were healed so quickly, by himself at first and by Madam Pomfrey once he showed up at the Hospital Wing, they wouldn’t leave any scars and it would just be another couple of days before he could walk around with short sleeves again. Draco had no idea how good or bad Ginny was at Defence Against. Sure, he knew she had dueled Death Eaters a couple of times, hence why he could assume she wasn’t bad, but he had never paid enough attention to her to know that ( truthfully he hadn’t paid attention to anyone the past two years; he barely knew what his best friends were good and bad at ). “Dueling, seriously? Now you’re only making my point about the class being useless.” The war hadn’t killed him, but the boredom that came with attending Defence Against might just. “I’ll be there. I can just ask Pansy or Daphne about what was discussed doing class, do some extra research and it’ll be even easier than it already will be.” The extra research was something he usually did, since most classes came so easy to him that had needed to find a way to keep studying interesting. At the mention of a potion he studied the red-haired girl in front of him for a couple of seconds. Like most older students she looked exhausted, the bags under her eyes speaking volumes, and it wasn’t hard to guess why madam Pomfrey was getting ingredients for a potion. Did she seriously think he would going to believe that awful attempt at deflection? “Most students take Sleepless Draught, which surprises me since most of them have trouble with nightmares. Sleepless Draught is most like you’re taking a sedative; you don’t remember anything of the night after and the nausea after you wake up is pretty bad.” Not that he would know; he only had experience with a sedative, but he had someone describe it to him once.  “If I were then, I would ask for Dreamless Sleep.” He had seen his father take it almost every night during the summer after the war, but since he dodged a bullet ( also known as going back to Azkaban ) and didn’t want to get dependent on the potion, his usage of the potion had decreased. Because he was an Occlumens and that most potions actually worked via the brain, they had another effect on him than the intended effect. The Ministry had tried Veritaserum on him during one of the preparation days before his trial ( without him knowing that he had taken it ) and it only made him slightly more bitter and sarcastic, but that could also be because the coffee that he had tasted awful. “Yea, sorry about that. My limbs are sore,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. He already had an excuse at the ready in case Ginny asked why that was; he fell off his broom during quidditch practice. “I’m great,” he just said. What else was there to say, really? That he enjoyed spending time in the Hospital Wing so much? That he was generally feeling awful and that having to stay here every damn month didn’t help matters? She just asked to be polite, and he could do the same. “You? Feeling good enough?” Whatever that was nowadays. 

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   Despite of what everyone else believed, the Hospital Wing was not an easy place to sleep at. He had positioned himself on the bed of the far left corner, just to make sure anyone coming through the doors wouldn’t be able to see or recognize him, but everyone slipping through those doors, talking to madam Pomfrey and getting their potions kept him up. It was only the first month back at Hogwarts and while the downwards spiral his life had been stopped by the Ministry telling me he wasn’t going to Azkaban it wasn’t like any of it was getting better. Being here was awful. Attending classes that he had already attended last year was useless. People got on his nerves for the most part, no matter what they did.     His line of thought was disturbed by the door of the Hospital Wing opening again. He reached over to the nightstand next to his bed to check his watch and concluded that most of the classes were over by now. Madam Pomfrey had also left lunch on his nightstand, but he hadn’t touched it. The only thing he really wanted was coffee, but she wouldn’t let him have it because it would deprive him of his sleep ( and he didn’t need help with that since he did such a good job at it himself ). While he always slept through the transformation ( courtesy of Wolfsbane ) that didn’t mean he didn’t feel exhausted by the time the full moon had disappeared. McGonagall and Slughorn forced him to get himself checked at the Hospital Wing instead of letting him go to the Common Room ( which was ironic considering they couldn’t have cared less last year around this time ) hence why he ended up here instead of somewhere with coffee and quiet.     He pushed himself up from the bed and sat up straight, keeping his eyes closed for a couple of seconds longer. He reached over for the glass of water on his nightstand, only to drop it as soon as he moved too quickly. It was one of many problems with an overnight transformation; his body didn’t feel like his own anymore and he needed some time to get used to it again, time that he clearly didn’t take. Sighing he reached over for his wand, slower this time around, and cast the repairing spell on the glass. He had heard footsteps come his way but he assumed it to be madam Pomfrey, to come scold at him because he didn’t take it easy. When he looked aside, though, he saw the familiar face of Ginny Weasley look at him, probably wondering if someone needed help because of the glass that he dropped.     Draco had only seen her a couple of times up until this day. They had spent a very awkward two hours together, sitting next to each other in Defence Against because they were paired up together. He had skipped every Defence Against class since, but the reason for that wasn’t his partner, despite of what she may think. He pulled down the sleeves of his shirt rather quickly, well aware that the Dark Mark wasn’t the only scar visible there ( and well aware that Ginny would be able to recognize the type of scars since she had been acquainted with the late Remus Lupin ) and shot a look aside. Madam Pomfrey was nowhere to be found. “Hey,” he said then, trying to come up with something to say that would make her forget everything else she had seen so far. He now regretted the conversation that he had with her the night before the Battle of Hogwarts, because things were starting to add up too easily. “I’m not skipping Defence Against because of you. I’m skipping because the class is pointless and stupid. If we ever need to hand something in together, though, you should just come and find me and we’ll do it. It wouldn’t be fair to let you do that alone.” And the hope was that she forgot everything else, but that seemed highly unlikely. @giinnymweasley.

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ONE ( NAME / ALIAS ):  Julia TWO ( BIRTHDAY ):  October first THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ):  Libra FOUR ( HEIGHT ):  5′9″ FIVE ( TIME ): 0.21 am SIX ( SLEEP ): seven to nine hours, i think.  SEVEN ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ):  seven? do the Harry Potter series count as seven books? nah? In that case: The Mortal Instruments series, the Hunger Games series, and... i don’t read a lot, so three series will have to do because technically this is more than seven books.   EIGHT ( FAVOURITE ARTISTS ):  Bastille, Queen, Coldplay, Mumford and Sons, The Beatles, Twenty-One Pilots, U2 & Nirvana NINE ( last movie watched ). this is incredibly lame but Mockingjay Part 2 (and yes, that was a year ago) TEN ( COLLEGE ):  currently studying history + journalism ELEVEN ( DREAM JOB ): writer or researcher  TWELVE ( THE MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ):  rome is built on ruins and is quite breathtaking. what makes you think you can't be, too?

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    “Oh, like you’d wear a suit every day of the week just because it would make me giggle like a school girl? Please, you’d have to go about pushing woman off of you just to get some air.” Her petite frame shook gently as she withheld her laughter, “You already have to do that as it is. Can you imagine adding insult to injury? They’d be stuck on you like glue–” and before she knew it, he had caught along to the few words she allowed to be spoken. 

     Abort mission. Take the cyanide pill. Pansy groaned lowly as he questioned her little remark and reached up in a stretch, enjoying the embrace for as long as she could. “Draco, don’t ruin such a nice moment with your bloody questions. Have you never heard how curiosity killed the cat? This time around it kills the mood.” She countered a bit more defensively than she had previously anticipated. Eyes fluttered open while taking a deep breath trying to find the strength to shatter such a comforting moment between the two. To allow her emotions to taint the moment was far too familiar for the two and she nearly accepted that once she all was said and done he would lose all interest in her – friends or not.

    “I lied.” She said bluntly, a sigh soon passing through her lips. “To be quite frank, I was hoping that we could enjoy this evening as a date. To an extent.” Her fingers began to tap lightly on his chest, avoiding his stare that would soon be directed to her. Pansy tried her hardest to sound nonchalant about the matter, but inwardly was horrified that she was making the biggest mistake she ever could. “We never really were good at staying friends, were we? As of late, we have been spending a large amount of time together.. Hell, it is rare for us to even be a part. But given the large chance that you’d decline, I thought the evening could be enjoyed with the false title. So hopefully – we can still have fun despite the small possible issue I created?”

  He outright snorted at the girl’s words. As if. He knew the both of them liked to exaggerate, but this was pushing something he was sure didn’t even exist. It was clear that Pansy was trying really hard not to laugh as well. “Here’s something for you to consider: for a healer, I’d be completely counterproductive to wear a suit,” he teased. His question seemed to have taken the air of the room, though, and he quieted down as soon as he noticed the change in the atmosphere.      It hadn’t been curiosity. Not really. He picked up on literally almost everything, mostly out of habit and partially because he couldn’t just turn his abilities off. Merlin, he wished he had a day of peace and quiet in his mind, but that was just not how it worked. “Curiosity may kill cats and moods, but it doesn’t kill the abilities of a legilimens,” he muttered under his breath. He didn’t expect for her to get so defensive immediately but didn’t comment on it and waited what she had to say instead. In some sort of try to calm her down and to tell her that he didn’t mean it that way he continued running his fingers through her hair, his eyes opening when she spoke again. 

    Draco really tried not to stare, so he just continued to look at the ceiling of his office. He also wasn’t going to say anything until she was done talking, even if he was really tempted to react as soon as she said I lied. When she finished, at last, he sighed softly. “We were never really good at staying friends,” he agreed at last, when the silence threatened to become awkward. He wanted to remind her the many reasons why he was not a good idea, especially not for her, but he was painfully aware that she already knew all of those things. “Let’s see the evening as a date, then. An actual date. I’ll kiss you on the cheek and ask you to dance and all that. And we’ll see how that goes.”  

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     Feeling his soft lips pressed gingerly against her forehead brought back a handful of memories of their years in Hogwarts; when she would have migraines and practically force him to rub her head until she was lulled into a deep sleep. Or when the tables would turn and he would be stressed so hours were spent merely running her fingers through his hair until the anxiety subsided. The corner of her plump lips twitched into a small grin, her cheek rubbing against the material of his shirt as she nuzzled him just a bit closer.      However, when he spoke of the gala Pansy couldn’t conceal a quite chuckle. “Correct me if I am wrong, but was that not your response to going to the Yule Ball? I am certain you would do just about anything to keep me quiet and not complaining at this point.” There was a small hesitation as he added on those two little words Pansy was certain she would learn to regret by the end of the evening. As friends. She dared to wonder just how the situation would be had she asked him as a legitimate date but knew better than to romanticize something so foolish.

    “Well, I know we need to at the very least make appearances around the hospital or people begin to think we returned to our old unfriendly ways. Some have even coined me to be a hermit, so I suppose I am only going to prove them wrong. Plus, I get to see you dressed up after all these years so it is a win-win.” A brief pause as she tried to find the best way to construct her sentence so in some light it can be viewed as a joke and others a thinly veiled confession, “As friends, or not, it would truly be a great evening. Even if we end up staying for an hour or two.”

    “I swear to you I will make this up to you. Your efforts aren’t being ignored, this I promise you.”

  Sometimes it surprised Draco how some things never seemed to change. Pansy and him and their relationship was a good example of that. They had always been comfortable around each other and trusted each other no matter what, but they also seemed to be incredibly bad at being just friends. At least it was that way for him. Sure, it had taken them a while to get their friendship back to this point, but once they did everything was just as familiar as before. And apparently he was still the fourth year Slytherin that took Pansy to the Yule Ball in some ways.     “I don’t think I remember much from that night, to be fair. But I don’t think that changed much,” he said with a bit of a sigh. “So yea, I’m pretty sure that’s what I said. I’m happy as long as you’re happy. That didn’t change.” As friends, of course. How many times was she going to let him say things like that before she reminded him they were friends now? Maybe he should have locked his door and shouldn’t have gotten into this conversation, because his Occlumency barriers were mostly down and he was being far too truthful right now.       Draco was very tempted to say ‘but we are unfriendly people, so they’re right about that’ but held back. Pansy was right and he knew it. It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to make an appearance and to make some small talk. To continue the teasing banter, though, he replied. “If you wanted to see me in a suit you could just have asked.” Then he caught the last bit of what she said and was left to think about that. “As friends or not, what does that even mean?” Pansy should know better than to be so vague about something, because even half asleep and with his own occlumency barriers down he still caught almost everything. 

   “You don’t have to make it up to me. It’s not your problem I promised to come with you,” he reminded her. “Besides, like you said: it will be fun.” 

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Ginny couldn’t help but allow a snort of a laugh escape her. “Eggs are alright, but coffee,” she replied, giving a shudder. Even with a copious amount of sugar and cream couldn’t help the bitter taste of coffee. Tea was more of her beverage to drink in the morning. Or juice. “I suppose he drinks it black. I can’t imagine him sweetening it with sugar and milk.” Merlin, if anyone overheard them right now. “He’s not my boyfriend,” she muttered, loud enough for him to hear. It was true. He had broken up with her before he had left to do whatever Albus Dumbledore had tasked him to do, just so he wouldn’t place her in any kind of danger. What a stupid, noble wizard Harry Potter was. “And someone had to say it. Especially before everything happens tonight. What if we never spoke again? I would want at least someone to apologize even if it was just me.”

As they finally entered the interior of the castle, Ginny didn’t realize how quiet it was. There weren’t any student scrambling to get to class or anyone leaning on the walls, talking to one another. Nobody was trying to push through the crowd to reach a friend’s attention. This was a different quiet compared to the silence that permeated the air during the late hours of the night. This was a nervous silence that was preparing itself for the sounds of a battle. Ginny showed no signs that it was bothering her in the slightest, the stillness that the pre-battle atmosphere provided. “No, I understand,” she nodded, not taking any offense to anything he said. “He will be taking his father’s last name, so don’t worry. Already he’s such an easy-going baby and very inquisitive. I think he’ll take more from his mum in almost every aspect that he can.” Of course, Teddy had just been born so there was plenty of time to see how he would grow, but for now, it was obvious that he had been handed down more of his mum’s genes and personality.

Shrugging she replied, “sometimes kids don’t grow up to be just like their parents. With a family of nine, I’m surprised that everyone was sorted into Gryffindor. But, I bet you’d be surprised that the Sorting Hat had considered sorting me into Slytherin.” She had never disclosed to anyone else that she had almost been sorted into Slytherin, and she wondered why she was just now telling someone. Was it even a big deal to have the Sorting Hat contemplate her house? Would it have been a big deal if she had been sorted into Slytherin instead of Gryffindor? “Well, lucky you, that it was me running around the corridors and not him. You and I have had less of a past than you and my brother.” She even surprised herself that she didn’t curse Draco or even draw her wand out towards him right away.

“Hey, don’t you mock my breakfast habits,” he said with a bit of a playful undertone. Coffee kept him awake when the circumstances didn’t do it and his caffeine addiction wasn’t going to be kicked anytime soon. “He doesn’t drink it black, actually. He adds sugar,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. The two of them discussing the breakfast habits of the Dark Lord had an edge of insanity to it that Draco didn’t want to think about. It was bad enough walking into the kitchen wearing only shortpants and a t-shirt and hearing that cold, drawling voice say ‘hello, Draco’ like having breakfast with him was the most normal thing in the world. “I don’t keep up with the gossip, but I’ll let Zabini know you’re available,” was his mocking reply to her he’s not my boyfriend. “Let me break it to you; whether or not Potter apologizes for being an asshole doesn’t keep me up at night. In fact, I would prefer it if he feels guilty because he never got to apologize before I die.” It was the most blunt that he had ever been to Ginny and had a feeling she would probably take it as him being rude. “Just because we’re talking to each other doesn’t mean I’m suddenly a kind and caring person.”

He had fought in too many battles to let the atmosphere effect him in any way. The silence was calming, almost soothing, to him. He had also picked up on the quiet of the castle, especially since he’d been walking around for the bigger part of the evening now, but figured it was for the better that the students were in their common rooms. “Good,” he just said. “We just want the Black family name to stay in the family. And since Bellatrix has no children, the last heir of the Black name is my mother, and by extension me.” He was just going to pretend that all his questions relating to his cousin and her husband came down to his claim on the family name.  Draco considered her words for a couple of seconds. Was he truly that surprised? A lot of students could have belonged in more than one house, himself included, and if he had to think it through it was clear that Ginny was not a Ravenclaw nor a Hufflepuff. “It’s hard to surprise me,” he just said. “And if we’re suddenly sharing personal details: the Hat considered Ravenclaw for me. But I think you and I both knew which house we belonged in and the Hat agreed.” Shoulders shrugged at that remark. While he didn’t explicitly ask to be in Slytherin, the Hat seemed to understand there was no other option for him. “Actually, lucky him that it was you and not him. I would have cursed him and not minded it.” He made it sound like he sometimes minded cursing people, which he clearly didn’t. “Where are we going, by the way?” he asked. 

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     The woman offered an annoyed gaze in his direction, having very little sympathy of his exhaustion despite the circumstances that surrounded it. With a quick wave of her wand the blinds to his office opened, allowing sunlight to finally reach his office. “I think it is damn near impossible to look any worse than you currently do.” It was hard not to laugh looking at Draco with his hair ruined from bed head accompanied with the dark circles under his eyes.

      As the blonde made room for herself it was a even more of a challenge to deny herself at the very least an hour to rest. With a small huff she was quick to close the blinds once more and placing the small box onto his desk, “If you want it then you’ll have to come get it.” She teased before rushing over towards the couch and sliding under the blankets with a wide smile upon her lips. “One more nap before we start getting ready and preparing. I’ll make you some coffee or something to wake  you up a bit – but since you’re doing this for me, I can do a nice little cuddle nap.”

      However, what was not considered, was just how awkward it would be after the fact just how close they were. When was the last time they even did something like this? Pansy stretched her little arms before moving to rest her head against his chest, finding the lack of eye contact much easier to mask the blush rushing to the surface of her ivory cheeks. Her hand rested on his pectoral, the tip of her finger began to trace small circles as she listened to the soothing sound of his heart beat along with the strong aroma of cologne that came from his shirt. Was it even his cologne? Merlin, he always smelled alluring.          Hazel eyes fell closed trying her hardest not to start talking out of anxiety. She was beyond enthused of the gala this evening and began worrying her gift was a little – much. Given that she tried to clarify this would just be as friends, would it be wrong of her to give him a few things to make sure the two looked like a power couple? She spent a few hours trying to find the perfect trinkets, a boutonniere that complimented her gown. Her visit to the flower shop resulted to her rummaging about her own garden and creating it herself, and the little healed pricks on her fingertips showed just how much of a challenge it truly was. As silence loomed over the room for a few moments, she absolutely had to shatter it. “Are you still excited for tonight, Draco?” 

  As soon as he noticed Pansy opened the blinds, the sunlight falling into his office, he closed his eyes again and turned away from the room. “Yea, thanks. How supportive of you,” he muttered under his breath, but loud enough for the girl to hear. “In that case my appearance will only improve from this point on.” It seemed likely that it improved somewhat as soon as he forced himself to get up and checked on his patients, but it would take another bit of effort to fix his hair completely and to get rid off the dark circles under his eyes.     Luckily for Draco he got what he wanted at least for now. He didn’t watch how the girl closed the blinds and laid down beside him, but listened to her movements instead with his eyes still closed. “I’m sure it’s worth getting up, but I’ll wait.” In all truthfulness it didn’t look like he was going to get up anytime soon unless one of his patients was about to die and urgently needed his attention, but considering the time of the day and how slow this week had been it was highly unlikely that something like that happened. “Fine, fine. One nap. But if you can’t manage to wake me I’m not responsible.” A sleeping wolf, in human form nevertheless, was hard to wake. 

   When the dark-haired girl laid down next to him and rested her head against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her and leaned back again as well. This situation was post incredibly familiar and somewhat awkward. It reminded him of moments years ago, during their fifth year, when everything hadn’t gone to hell yet and when they were just fooling around, uncaring of the world around them. Or the rare moment during sixth and seventh year while he let Pansy in despite not wanting to, when the world was rough and terrible and all he had wanted was for someone to hold him. But this was later, they were both grown-ups and they were friends. Just friends. Despite of that he couldn’t stop himself; he stroked through her hair slowly and leaned forward momentarily to kiss her forehead.     In all honesty, his mind was not on the gala and hadn’t been all week.  The only reason that he remembered it at all was because it seemed the only thing everyone was able to talk about. He wasn’t surprised that Pansy brought it up for that reason. “Very excited,” he murmured, but he wasn’t sure how convincing the lie was. “I’m excited because you’re excited. I’m going because you wanted to go. Couldn’t care less about the rest of them.” He paused, just to remind himself the words that Pansy spoke. As friends. “I’m glad that you asked me to go with you, as friends. It’ll be fun.”   

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     Winter, the most disgusting season of the year for the young Parkinson. To think at a younger age it was perhaps her favorite of them all, Pansy now suffered greatly whenever the colder weather would roll on in. To be quite honest, it just brought forth all the memories of her solitude and the memories of the family that had neglected her years ago. However, the friendship that has been returning between her and Draco seems to be filling the void that her family created in the past.

      Holidays aside from the equation, the staff of Saint Mungo’s often created quite a tension with the gala approaching. Saint Mungo’s Gala, or as Pansy thought of it, Hell on Earth, occurs once a year with a lot of conversations lingering around it months in advance. Co-workers often would bring their significant other and question those without a partner in their life, children often would sneak into the occasion and be seen running about causing all sorts of mayhem and then there were the few that somehow did not fit these categories. Those who were left by the reminders of how alone and dreadful the holidays were when all was said and done, most of whom would leave after an hour or keep their visit strictly at the open bar.

         This time around, Pansy decided to take a bold move and try to pester her old romantic interest to attend this gala for a change. Using the title of ‘just friends’ as a security blanket towards the invite. And honestly, she was fine if that was as far as this would go. As the morning shift began and the gala approaching that very evening, the witch decided it was about time to visit her dear friend in his own office for a change.

         The brunette stepped into his office in a bit of a hurry, anxiety skyrocketing, nerves on end and somewhat excited for this whole event. “Draco– are you in here? C’mon, you can’t hide from today forever. You made me a promise,” She spoke as she tried to find whatever secret spot he put himself into this time around. “I know you hate these public events but a promise is a promise, plus, I have something for you.”

  The winter used to be Draco’s favorite season as well. Despite of being a summer child he had a great dislike for the warm weather, the burning hot sun and everything else that came with the season. The winter entailed everything that he used to like, snow and the holidays included. Both of his parents were home when he returned from Hogwarts and they would spent days decorating the manor. Of course the most famous soiree of them all was during the holidays as well; the New Years’ Eve soiree at Malfoy Manor may as well be the most important event of the year. Most traditions died after the war apart from that one, forcing Draco to play perfect heir at least once a year. Way to begin your year.    This year he had somehow managed to get himself into another party that would probably bore him to tears and that seemed an excellent opportunity to once again prove there was nothing left of the perfect Malfoy heir that he once upon a time was. Luckily the Saint Mungo’s Gala was for staff members only, so Draco figured it couldn’t be as bad as the New Years’ Eve soiree at the manor. At least his parents wouldn’t be around. No one would look at him with a disapproving glance. No one would ask if he was betrothed already. No one would pry about his life. Here he wasn’t the Malfoy heir, but he was just a Mungo’s employee that worked at the trauma center and was damn good at his job.      However, he promised to go to the stupid gala with Pansy. She asked, had been quick to say ‘just as friends’ and left him to consider what that meant exactly after he shrugged his shoulders and replied ‘yea, sure, why not.’ Luckily he had already reflected that he truly was the king of bad choices and this just added up to that. Going to a gala with your ex-girlfriend that you may or may not still have feelings for truly was a bad idea. And in his try to come across careless and cool about the situation he forgot that the date of the gala was only three days after a full moon.

  He had been asleep on the couch in his office. The people that he worked with knew not to wake him unless they wanted a curse to their heads. As soon as he heard a voice that woke him up he reached for his wand, realization about whose voice it was hitting afterwards. “The couch,” he replied as he put his wand away again and leaned back. “I’m not hiding. I was sleeping. I always keep my promises and -” he yawned and let himself sink down against the couch, “and I promise I’ll look better than this tonight.” Instead of getting up he simply moved to make a place for her on the couch as well, offering a part of the blanket as well. “You have something for me? Now I’m curious.”