The Malfoy Pride

Draco Malfoy. Former Slytherin Prince and Potions aficionado. Don't piss me off, and...well, I can't deny I won't bother you. [[This is an independent role playing blog. Click HERE to read more about what I'll RP]]

[dracospride]

OOC: I have a bit of an announcement to make regarding my disappearance and what's going on currently.

As some of you might know, I had a lot going on this summer in my personal life. Due to how busy I've been and other factors, I decided to take a break from independent role playing. I just wanted to give an official update to say that I'm still on that break, and I'm not sure when exactly it will end! I don't think indie RPing is really best suited for me right now; it got to be a lot on my plate when I'm busy with real life and "grown up" things! So I'm sorry to everyone that I started things with and then just kind of left! BUT BUT BUT--there's more!

While I have been taking a break from my indie account, I've been doing some group RPs. They're easier for me, truth be told, and I wanted to talk about them on here to get the word out! So if you're at all interested in role playing (which I'm assuming you all are since you RP!) THEN PLEASE READ BELOW.

1. Darkness Rises - Darkness Rises is a role play set after the conclusion of the final book (excluding the epilogue). It takes place at the beginning of the year 2000; Voldemort is believed to be dead and the Wizarding World is trying to go about healing and repairing itself in the aftermath of the Second Wizarding War in the best way possible. And just when they think they've reached a sense of normalcy...the Death Eaters attack the Ministry of Magic, and it is revealed that Voldemort never really died. He is alive, and he is rising again.

Darkness Rises is a very organized RP in which I'm an admin! It has a lot of cool features, such as writing prompts, events that include the whole group, an OOC blog, a confessions blog monitored by both of the admins (no negative or condescending confessions are published), a Daily Prophet blog, and so much more! The characters are divided up as being Order Members, Neutral, or Dark Lord Followers. Whether or not they stay true to this allegiance as the RP continues on is up to you, the RPers.

COME AND APPLY!

Main ✖ Characters ✖ Rules ✖ FAQ ✖ Apply

2. Whispers of War - Whispers of War is, for all intents and purposes, your average fun, angst-filled sixth year RP! Simply because there just aren't enough Half-Blood Prince themed role plays in existence anymore! The RP is currently about a month into the school year, and we're getting ready to have the Halloween feast! There are tons of available characters for you to sift through, so you should totally consider applying!

APPLY!

MAIN † CHARACTERS † RULES † APPLY

I really appreciate you for taking the time to read this! I HOPE YOU GUYS COME AND APPLY!

[dracospride]

OOC: Haha hey, so....

DOES ANYONE REMEMBER ME?

[dracospride]

OOC:

Hey guys--I know that I said I would be on over the weekend, but honestly I've been so busy that I've barely had any time to even get on the computer to reblog a few things on my main, let alone role play with people. Again, I really apologize. I guess this post has sort of been a long time coming, but I felt that I owed it to the people who I follow and who follow me.

I think I need to take a hiatus. Role playing is fun--it's always been one of the greatest ways for me to pass time, and I love getting to interact with different people and characters. But honestly, it's independent role playing in particular that has been kind of a bummer lately. No one's done anything to me personally, of course, it's just that...tumblr has become a very toxic environment, I guess? I'll sign on and see brutal hostility between players out of character more often than IC, and it's a little disheartening. I see people getting anon hate over ridiculous things, I see people getting way too cliquey with one another, and honestly...sometimes it just feels like high school. And I planned on leaving high school behind when I graduated a year ago.

Like I said, it's nothing that anyone's done to me personally. In fact, most of the people I've interacted with have been lovely! I've just been really busy with my real life--I guess I'm in that phase where I'm slowly creeping into adulthood and I realize that it comes before my computer and (sadly enough) role playing. I have a lot to focus on for a little while--college, moving, transferring schools, etc. etc., and I know that I have to make that my main priority as of now. I don't know how long the hiatus will last, but if you guys want to ever talk to me or keep in touch, you can still find me on my anondracomalfoy blog! I'm so sorry to everyone I've plotted with recently; I know it must suck to have someone up and throw a hiatus in your face like this.

I hope you all have a great day, and maybe you'll hear from me again sometime soon :).

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WHISPERS OF WAR [SIXTH YEAR ROLE PLAY]

Harry Potter is in his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and things have gone amiss. He’s discovered an old copy of an Advanced Potion-Making text that includes the mysterious notes of an unknown “Half-Blood Prince”. So wrapped up in discovering this mysterious owner of the text, he nearly misses the queer way in which Slytherin Prince Draco Malfoy is acting this term.

Almost.

Love, school, conspiracies, threats, and delving deeper into the mystery that surrounds Lord Voldemort makes for the trio’s sixth year at school to be an…exciting one, at that. With the world unraveling around them, what will anyone make of school this year?

Whispers of War is a new Trio Era group role play set in the Trio’s sixth year at Hogwarts. There are several canon characters available, and more bios will soon be released! Drop by and apply!

MAIN † CHARACTERS † RULES † APPLY

[dracospride]

Where do you rp as Lucius?

OOC:

It’s a group RP I’m in :). I really like it, though! It’s the first time I’ve RPed an era other than the Golden Trio. I’ve written for Lucius and Narcissa before, but it was always in fanfics or Trio Era RPs.

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[dracospride]

OOC:

so I RP as young!Lucius now and the FC is Alex Pettyfer and let me just tell you

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[dracospride]

Draco & Cassiopeia || Follow Up

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“If your mother heard you speaking to a lady like that!” Crossing her arms for a moment, having forgotten herself. She truly did believe that this was Narcissa’s son, he looked just like her in the strangest of ways now that she’d had time to watch him. “I have been following you Lad, such a curiously mundane life you live.”

“That, of course, isn’t the point. I’d rather like a word with you in private.” Rolling her eyes at the look of disbelief on Draco’s face, her patience growing thinner and thinner, taking a step closer she growled out. “It will be relevant to your interest, I’m sure.”

Stepping back again she motioned for Rosmerta, making sure to keep her face covered as she requested a private room. Patting in front of Draco for a moment before heading off to her requested room. “If you’d be so kind Mr. Malfoy.”

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"Who the hell do you think you are, talking about my mother like you know her?" Draco spat, taking a step towards the strange woman. Something about her didn't fail to unnerve the young Wizard, and more than once Draco had to remind himself that he had his wand on him. That he was safe (so long as she didn't surprise him and overpower his own abilities). He studied her with a defined sense of scrutiny, as though he couldn't decide where he could have possibly run into her before. It was as though she'd popped up out of thin air and had suddenly materialized into his life.

It was...rather unsettling, truth be told. And the way she spoke about his mother--as if she bloody knew her! That was perhaps the most disturbing--the connection to his family that this woman seemingly felt she was entitled to.

Draco glanced around, struggling to figure out what she could possibly need to communicate to him in private. It wasn't safe, of course, but the reassurance of his wand and the public setting eased his mind just a bit, so after a few moments of hesitation, Draco stiffly rose and headed to one of the back rooms, stepping inside and turning to face her immediately.

"What do you want?" He hissed, demanding answers immediately.

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Flashback|| Coming from the ashes.|| Draco and Astoria

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Astoria took in a deep breath through chapped lips, one foot after another stepping forward into the Hall. So heavy…so heavy was her steps. Nothing like the graceful ones she had before. She felt so weighted down by the world. The world she wanted to believe was so at peace, corrupted in places but peaceful over all. She had a sight for seeking out humanity. For a moment, as she made her way down here, she assumed maybe her beliefs were best set as opposites. Maybe the world was corrupted, you needed to seek out the peace while you could.

So much blood…so many wounds…pleas that still whispered and tingled her ear, causing her mind to go edgy. She leaned against a free wall, finding herself there as her eyes slowly moved around her surroundings and briefly away from the Malfoy heir, someone who was not her priority. 

She closed her eyes and breathed out a sigh, her tense shoulders finally dropping. One breath at a time….just relax….

Two words.

It’s over.

He’s gone. For good this time. The Dark Lord is gone. Isn’t that what mattered?, she thought as her eyes fluttered back open to the world. She watched as students embraced eachother in joy in the midst of those who cried. The ones who were crying were gaining arms around their shoulders, children embracing each other, sobbing in joy and pain into another’s breasts. Sure…there was pain. There was blood. There was also hope. There was a shinning hope that grew. Her mind, her aching mind, slowly began to calm down like a frantic bird finding a stable place to land. There was pain, there was blood…but…no longer. In war, it was hard to tell who won. What was war really other than defending and seeing whose body count was the highest. That was some wars, others were simply breaking free from those that would kill them anyways.

She found her gaze going back to the Malfoy boy who found a table to seat himself at. He looked so…off. Everyone seemed free to let loose their emotions…he still seemed closed off…defeated. Broken solider. Broken boy. She found herself making way towards him, heart pounding as her eyes flickered to the injuries he gave away. She patted her hair down so it wasn’t an irritation then found herself in front of him.

He was a traitor. He was a bully. He was…well…Draco Malfoy.

“Let me help…” She asked, noticing his wounds more clearly. They slipped out easily off her tongue despite her wanting to just leave him to be isolated. There was no more harm that should be done now…now was a time for peace and mourning. If he meant trouble, he would have left. His side had lost.

[dracospride]

Draco didn't like when people scrutinized him publicly--it always felt like someone was lifting him onto a platform to be inspected and criticized to the open public. With the deterioration of his family name and the exposure of the Dark mark that was stained on his left arm, Draco was practically branded a traitor and villain for the rest of his bloody life. It was something that unnerved him, try as he might to pretend he was completely unfazed. The side he represented had just lost the war, and while he had conflicting feelings about that in itself, he also knew what would wait for him come tomorrow. He would more than likely be forced to endure a trial of some sorts; he'd be made into a mockery across The Daily Prophet and by the Wizengamot. He assumed his trial would be rather public, given the substantial weight that his family held in this war; he briefly wondered if he would be allowed to stand trial along with both of his parents, or if he'd be placed by himself.

He didn't know which option he preferred.

The taste of defeat was bitter--it was filled to the brim with resentment and hatred and regret. It caused him to hiss lowly as he inspected his bloodied calf, struggling to think of a Healing charm that would do wonders for the injury and prevent infection. But all he could focus on was his reputation, as ridiculous as it was. His family had prided themselves on their status and wealth for so long--now they were stripped of the former and the latter held little to no value. He felt...vulnerable, he supposed; more exposed than he ever had in his entire life. It was sickening feeling that churned in the pit of his stomach and turned the taste in his mouth sour. He smacked his lips together, preparing to fish for his wand and murmur a simple healing spell to at least repair the damage a bit when he was interrupted...by that same strangely familiar girl he'd seen eyeing him from across the room.

What the hell?

"Let you help?" He repeated, the words falling from his tongue like acid. He wondered what sort of hex the girl was planning, and immediately he scrutinized her with a bit of wariness in his steely grey eyes. She hadn't been gazing at him with friendliness mere moments before, so why would she offer to help him? Him of all people?

"Why?"

[dracospride]

OOC:

My mom gave me this big list of things she needs for me to pack and clean today since we're moving so I started singing "One Step At a Time" in response and tbh I think I'm just going to start singing this song whenever someone gives me a big list of things to do.

[dracospride]

As a quality blog, you’re it! Quality doesn't mean that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how much followers you have. Send this to blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them! ♥ ♥

OOC:

ANOTHER NICE MESSAGE TO COME BACK TO OMG THANK YOU

[dracospride]

Draco and Ginny || For the Benefit of Mr. Doe

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“I think everyone is a bit mad when it comes to certain things, actually, and I guess mine is when I’m facing certain death.” She whispered back to him. And she hadn’t really been pondering, it had been more of a hypothetical answer than anything else. Leave it to Draco to assume she had been serious in a time like this. Not that she could blame him…she didn’t think either of them were thinking particularly clearly and she took a tiny step back when she saw more of the glass start to crack. 

“It’s what you’re trying to act like and you know it. I don’t need you to try to save me, nor did I ask for it. I-” But she was cut off again when the barrier finally broke. She turned her back towards the glass to protect herself from the glass and felt a part of her arm start to sting, but she didn’t give it much thought. Instead she gripped her wand and shot some spells towards the werewolf. 

Ginny tried to get out of Malfoy’s grip, but he held her tightly, yet hexes and curses kept shooting out of the end of her wand. A yelp here and there let her know she had hit her target. She just had to give them enough time to get out the door. Once in the hall he shoved her a bit in front of him and she stumbled slightly, but got her footing and turned towards him. 

She shook her head as she heard the beast throw himself against the door. She couldn’t leave him there. 

Yet two words seem to repeat in her head. 

Help now.

Ginny swallowed thickly and took a few backwards steps as what he was asking finally sunk in. 

She nodded and ran around the corner and down the hall. She had to get to her superiors office. He would know what to do. 

Once there she barged inside, breathless, blood dripping down her forearm, hand, and fingers. 

He seemed to understand before she even said anything and quickly headed to the fireplace to floo someone or other. 

Ginny spun and ran back as fast as her short legs would take her and rounded the corner again and didn’t stop until she had her back against the cold metal door, which was thankfully still intact. sort of. Enough that the werewolf wasn’t out. 

Yet.

But she wasn’t sure how much longer it would hold. 

“He-” She paused to catch her breath, “He’s flooing for help. They’ll be here soon.” 

Ginny didn’t know if help would get there in time, but she knew she had to try to keep the creature at bay for as long as she could. 

At least she wasn’t alone. 

And for that she was grateful. 

[dracospride]

Draco didn't know why the hell he hadn't left the Weaslette alone yet, in all honesty. Wasn't it a fight or flee type of deal with him? And didn't he generally--as a rule--choose to flee? And yet here he was, shoving the youngest child of a Blood Traitor family he'd been raised to loathe out of the way of danger and throwing himself against the door. The way she responded to him--speaking of heroism and qualities that a bloody Gryffindor would take pride in--was enough to cause his stomach to sour, and Draco just barely resisted the urge to gag on impulse. Even the mere association of his character to anything considered remotely "noble" or "heroic" would have been damn near laughable to him ordinarily; now, though, it was more insulting than anything else.

He supposed a hell of a lot of that had to deal with the fact that he had, more or less, saved her from being demolished by the manic werewolf (who was, by the way, only separated by a flimsy wooden door).

Despite having just shoved her out of the way of certain death, Draco couldn't believe the irritation he felt towards Weasley. Here he was gripping the metal handle of the door and yanking it shut with as much strength as he could muster, and all she could bloody seem to do was stare at him! He hissed in rage, clenching his jaw and flaring his nostrils as he heard the beast scratch and claw at the door behind them. It wouldn't hold back for much longer--even he knew that--so it was...a hell of a relief when Weasley finally shoved herself into gear and ran off to find help.

He prayed to Merlin it wouldn't take too long for help to arrive.

By the time Ginny finally arrived, Draco felt more relief than he was willing to admit. The door was jostling from within its frame, and as he felt the beast pit its massive body against the rusty frame once more, he knew it wasn't going to hold. He'd be crushed if he didn't move--devoured, even, if the werewolf got its claws on him.

"Weasley," He managed breathlessly, glancing over at a nearby Healers' desk. "We have to hide under there. Now."

Not bothering to wait for her reaction, Draco threw himself from the door and headed over to the Healer's station, tossing himself underneath the large circular desk and pressing himself in the farthest corner. The less visible he was, the better.

At least...he hoped.

[dracospride]

Hello, this is the love anon stopping by to tell you you're an amazing person. You portray your character wonderfully and beautifully and this website wouldn't be the same with out you. Keep up the good work. Send this to your favorite roleplayers to let them know they're loved.

OOC:

Thank you so much! This was a great message to come back to!

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➝ lion and the snake. } draco and hermione.

Hermione’s robes, today, felt extremely heavy. She didn’t know the exact reason, though. It couldn’t be the material, nor could it be her thoughts. Or was she wrong? 

Seeing that this was her sixth year in Hogwarts, Hermione felt more frustrated than ever. Dealing with Dumbledore’s Army, practicing every single day for the attacks that were just around the corner, and studying for her upcoming exams. Perhaps that was the reason why she felt great heaviness almost in every part of her lissome body. Hermione, due to her thoughts distracting her from the surroundings, did not even notice that she was walking towards the Stone Circle. The young witch’s goal for today was to get to Hagrid’s Hut. After all, her visits became a routine in both her and Hagrid’s life.

Hermione couldn’t deny that, in this period of time, every single quarrel, whisper, smile and laugh was precious to her. Was it because she knew that the history will repeat itself far worser than before, and that people dear to her might slip away from her grasp, or was it because she matured enough, remained unexplained. However, one thing was sure, Hermione had to see Hagrid as soon as possible. After all, he knew everything about magical creatures, and that’s why his help was necessary.

Just when she began walking down the small hill, her brown locks skipping from the harsh steps she planted on the vibrant grass, the girl stopped in her tracks at the sight of a taller figure with bleached blond hair, and in all honesty, Hermione did not even have to guess who was the person before her, but she was sure that she wanted to walk away without a single word. Hermione certainly did not want for her bubbling enthusiasm to be ephemeral. Not because of a Slytherin who happened to be Draco Malfoy.

“Move.” she said rather simply, the tone Hermione spoke in demanding, seeing that the girl didn’t want to waste any more time. Especially not on him.

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Draco Malfoy was...distracted. He supposed that was really the only way to describe his current state of mind; the instability and uncertainty that came with the Dark Mark that lurked underneath his robes. On some days, he itched to yank the soft sleeve of his school attire up and show the tattoo to the world; to assert his dominance and esteem his own self-worth. That was completely forbidden, of course, and no amount of pride or arrogance could tempt Draco into actually going through with such foolish notions. On other days, though...on other days he glanced at the inky mark that was brandished on the pale skin of his forearm and wondered whether or not he'd made the right choice. This was his chance--his chance to prove himself to the world. To his father, to his bloodline, to his ancestors.

He couldn't fuck it up. Not this time.

He'd been walking about the Hogwarts grounds, musing over everything in store for him over the course of the semester, when he saw a riot of bushy curls waving in the slight breeze that surrounded the castle. Pausing, one bright blonde brow arched itself curiously as he made out the unmistakable build and frame of one Mudblood Granger. He knew he had two options, of course--he could turn around and leave (something he probably should have done, given the scant amount of time he was provided with to finish his task), or he could cool off and spend a few minutes or so provoking the short-tempered young Witch. After weighing both options in his mind rather carefully, Draco allowed his lips to tug themselves into a satisfied and determined smirk.

It wasn't hard to choose.

Stepping forward, Draco stood tall and defiant, blocking her path. He presumed she was on some sort of bloody mission, given the way she looked, and he couldn't help but smirk smugly at her in a fit of triumph. Dark Mark or not, it was still a thrill to piss off the precious Golden Trio.

"I don't answer to Mudbloods, Granger," He sneered, glaring down at her and jutting his chin forward proudly.

[dracospride]

ur weave is nicer than mine gurl where u shop

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Hagrid heaved out a great sigh. “I ain’t gonna stand here and be insulted, Malfoy. Yeh have a good day. All by yerself. Jus’ like yeh like it.”

[dracospride]

Oh, I feel so remorseful.