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( pvrkinsons: )

“Believable, Malfoy,” she bit back, ignoring the slight pain in her chest when she called him by his last name instead. “You’ve gotten ugly over the summer, with that look you wear and the sunken cheeks.” It was a low dig, Pansy knew, but she also knew that she would rather deal with an angry Draco Malfoy than one who had drowned in her sorrows ( because she couldn’t save him that way ). “If you wanted to be alone, you can be. The question is, is that what you want?”

Draco was tired. Fighting with Pansy wasn’t something he wanted to do. But what he wanted didn’t matter. He’d signed over his right to decide for himself when he’d gotten the Dark Mark. There was a hefty price that came with the sworn loyalty, but it was one that he and he alone would pay. He turned up his lip haughtily. “What I want, Parkinson ” He spat out her last name, the use of it sitting wrong on his tongue. But he had a heat in him now that kept him going, sparked by Pansy’s persistence. “Is for you to stop being a bloody thorn in my side. Don’t you have someone else that you can be hovering over? If I don’t appeal to you anymore,” He alluded to her ugly blow, “Then surely you can find someone else to bother.”

#( chat: pansy. )#SHE'S SO PRETTY #BUT U KNOW WHAT'S NOT PRETTY #DRANSY ANGST THAT'S WHAT #IT'S UGLY AND I HATE IT

( liongrangcr: )

“You and I have got a very different idea of what makes someone vile, Malfoy.” She spat back, eyes narrowed, as her gaze flickered down to his left forearm almost instinctively. She had always known Draco was a bully, but she’d never truly considered him a threat–really, she knew he was more a product of his environment and upbringing than anything. But schoolyard bully was a far cry from Death Eater and even if he hadn’t gone through with his plans that night on the tower, she wouldn’t make the mistake of ever underestimating what he would do–what he could be ordered to do–again. Hermione grimaced, heaving a sigh, “Just get to wherever you’re going Malfoy, I don’t have time to bicker with you.”

Draco’s lips curled into a tight snarl. His arm was covered, but he hated feeling so exposed. And he hated the idea of Hermione Granger getting one up on him. It was if he could feel her judgment and it sat poorly on his shoulders along with the wretched guilt that was already there. “Do we? Did Potter tell you?” Not that, no. Draco would not dare speak of the Tower, but he felt the intense need to defend himself, as if he were a trapped mouse who needed to gnaw his way out of his bindings. “What he did? Talk about vile.” He should have just let it go, let Granger walk away, but her judgment was sickening. She caught him in a weaker moment. “He nearly slashed me to bits.”

#( chat: hermione. )#draco water u doin

( pvrkinsons: )

“And I don’t see anyone twisting your hand and forcing you away, Draco, if it isn’t to your liking. Obviously the broody look doesn’t sit well on you.” You have friends. Ones that you can count on.

But there is, don’t you see? Draco wanted to shout. He could order me to kill any of YOU next. Biting his tongue, the boy fought to maintain his composure, but the year had taken its toll on him physically and mentally. He’d lost weight, his skin was pale, his cheeks more hollow than before. “I’m Draco Malfoy. I wear everything well.” His voice ran flat, lacking the hot-aired arrogance of his youth. “And I don’t have to answer to you. If I want to bloody be alone, I can be.”

#( chat: pansy. )#my emotions are leaking all over the place pls

( ycxleys: )

❝a man can only do so much with your night terrors wreaking havoc in the middle of the bloody a.m’s. invest a silencing charm.❞

Flushing hotly, Draco heatedly spat, “Oh, fuck off, Yaxley. You’re the one that wakes up in a puddle of your own drool.” He was really losing his game, fumbling as he was.

#( chat: roman. )#omg can you imagine draco clutching a pillow or smth pls #roman is too funny

( violarichmond: )

“Noted, Malfoy. Thank you.” If nobody could tell, the girl was certainly being sarcastic. “Always pleasant, aren’t you? It’s definitely refreshing.”

Keeping his distance from the smoke, as he had no interest himself in suffocating, Draco crossed his arms. “As pleasant and refreshing as the very air that you are inhaling, Richmond.”

#( chat: viola. )

( juleselwyn: )

“Good, so you’re not nearly as daft as I thought you were. Oh, don’t be afraid,” she giggled, a maniacal twinge to her voice. This is too easy. “’s not gonna hurt you, Malfoy. Not unless you want in on all the fun.” Julia dropped one sweet in the almost empty can, and popped another into her mouth. She thought, briefly, of giving it up, telling him that she’s just fucking with him and trying to get a rise. But then his oh so amusing expression would disappear, and Julia couldn’t have that.

This girl was clearly a loon. Maybe she’d had too many bad Shrooms or something. He watched her put in the rocks, hearing the noise caused from the chemical reaction. Taking a cautionary step back, Draco let out a huff. “I don’t see how this is any fun. Maybe you should go find that useless Finnigan if you are interested in blowing things to bits.”

#( chat: julia. )#drug mention tw #pls she should get a kick out of it

( liongrangcr: )

“No, no,” Hermione said, kneeling down to take the piece of parchment out of the first years hands, “It’s really best if you don’t write the password for your common room down. Here, I find memorizing things can be easier if you set it to a jingle of some sort, don’t you?” It took a few minutes, but soon enough the younger student was sent away with a smile. Satisfied, she got to her feet, grabbing her bag and spinning around, “Oh! You haven’t been here the whole time, have you?”

Only a couple years before and Draco would have jumped at the opportunity to mock Hermione Granger. Now, while he still pinned her with a haughty stare, it did not have the same heat that it once did. He merely wanted to be left alone. He didn’t know what Potter had told his little friends about what happened that night at the Tower. That left him on edge. “Is that a problem, Granger? You and your vile lot don’t own the corridor.”

#( chat: hermione. )#i'm p sure that draco didn't go out of his way to mock the trio as much #starting in sixth year bc of ~stuff #this is just him trying to put on airs tbh #i was going to have him allude to snape being the headmaster now #and that he was surprised that he let them even come back #but as of rn jo and jules said they don't know who's headmaster/mistress SO LMAO #so his snooty game comes off rather weak bc i didn't know what else to have him say

( violarichmond: )

“ - Do you have a problem with me smoking? If you do, I don’t care. Sorry.”

"If you don’t care, don’t apologize. Just keep your mouth shut and suffocate on the smoke for all I care.”

#( chat: viola. )#smoking tw

( ycxleys: )

@disillusicned.

❝Without you to hold I’ll be freezing.❞

“Then invest in a blanket, Yaxley. Or bloody snakeskins for all I care.”

#( chat: roman. )#l m a o #those dungeons would get rather cold you know

( pvrkinsons: )

“Surely one day you’ll finally learn that I’ve always had high expectations. This is a lot of shite, Draco.”

"I don’t see anyone twisting your hand and forcing you to stick around, Pansy, if this isn’t to your liking.”

#( chat: pansy. )#this is so vague i'm #pls children

( juleselwyn: )

She realized, with a start, that he had no idea what she was talking about. This ought to be fun. “Coke – you know, like cocaine? Come on, don’t tell me you don’t know what cocaine is. The can’s just where you have to put it before you snort it. The fizzing, well, that’s just part of the fun. For that you’ve got to add these bad boys.” She held up a handful of Mentos sweets.

"Of course I bloody know what cocaine is.” What did she take him for, a blithering idiot? Hang around Daphne Greengrass long enough and one knew their fair share about drugs. Not that he’d much experimented with them, but the temptation was growing with each passing day. He’d never heard of it fizzling though. Glancing at what he assumed were minerals of some sort, Draco took a step back. “Enchanting drugs? You must be mental.”