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virentis​:

So often – always, really – Rey felt too stressed, insecure and tense, to really enjoy jokes and teasing, what was clearly meant as lighthearted ribbing always immediately bringing out her defenses. That, amongst other things, had always made it difficult for her to get along with people. But with Ben enough weight was lifted from her shoulders that she could accept the teasing for what it was, and send a playful little smile over her shoulder at him as she went to clean up and change into a clean top, helping complete the mental shift from working to simply enjoying her time, specifically with Ben. As she returned she looked for Ben, feet automatically gravitating towards him. “C’mon, I want a hamburger,” she coaxed, twining both arms around one of his, half hugging it to her chest. “Something else to get me greasy.”

A   SOFT   KISS   WAS   PLACED   ON   HER   forehead   when   she   returned   and   intertwined   their   arms   together.   “you   look   beautiful   as   always.”   he   complimented   her   because   it   didn’t   matter   what   she   wore,   to   him   she   was   always   beautiful.   since   it   was   a   little   chilly   outside,   he   grabbed   a   jacket   and   soon   they   were   ready   to   go.   the   cold   winter   air   and   an   overcast   sky   is   what   greeted   them   as   they   walked   outside,   “i’m   good   with   burgers,   especially   with   some   fresh   and   well-seasoned   friends   on   the   side.”   ben   didn’t   care   what   they   got   to   eat   really   because   right   now   he   was   just   hungry.   “MAYBE   WE   CAN   TAKE   TAKE   A   small   walk   or   eat   at   the   park   across   the   street   to   get   some   fresh   air.”

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cursebreak​:

——— HAD  ALWAYS  WONDERED  what  the  twins  would  do  with  their  lives.  quiet  worry  for  the  younger  brothers,  so  JOVIAL,  though  perhaps  with  no  clear  direction  (  not  like  him  or  charlie  or  percy —  but  perhaps  now  does  eldest  realize  that  might  have  been  unfair  ).  “you  should  be.  takes  a  lot  to  build  something  from  the  ground  up.”  and  truthfully  was  he  endlessly  PROUD,  as  family  could  be.  “it’s  both  of  you,  and  bloody  brilliant.”

EVERY   SINCE   THEY   HAD   BEEN   younger,   the   twins   had   been   the   pranksters   or   tricksters   of   the   family.   fred   personally   didn’t   mind   though,   he   and   george   surely   lived   up   to   the   labels.   at   the   same   time,   pranking   wasn’t   all   he   was   about   though.   yes   he   loved   providing   a   laugh   for   others,   but   he   did   have   a   brain   and   he   did   use   it   for   more   than   pranks.   he   and   george   had   this   dream   for   years.   the   shop   had   always   been   their   goal,   they   just   never   advised   it   to   others,   but   he   was   filled   with   pride   that   they   would   be   able   to   say   that   THEY   ACTUALLY   DID   IT.  

“thanks   bill,   that   really   means   a   lot.”   he   says   sincerely,   the   smile   never   leaving   his   face.   “so   tell   me,   how   goes   life   for   you?”   he   asks   in   genuine   curiosity.

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lestrngeheir​:

Fred’s   CHARMING   smile   &   kind   voice   catch   the   young   witch   off   guard   .   To   be   fair   ,   she’s   never   spoken   to   either   of   the   twins   before   ;   merely   𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠   them   on   the   way   they   act   around   school   .   The   red   heads   weren’t   𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒   ,   but   they   had   a   knack   for   pranking   anyone   they   could   .   

“   I’m   sorry   ,   you   must’ve   wanted   to   be   paired   with   your   𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓   ”   Druella   isn’t   sure   why   she   found   it   necessary   to   say   SORRY   for   something   that   wasn’t   her   choice   ,   but   for   some   reason   she   felt   responsible   .   The   Slytherin   then   clears   her   throat   awkwardly   ,   reading   the   assignment   details   on   her   parchment   paper   “   did   you   have   any   𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒   on   what   to   do   for   the   project   Fred   ?   ”   

THE   REDHEAD   WAS   SHOCKED   BY   HER   APOLOGY,   but   in   true   fred   fashion,   he   just   shrugged   it   off   and   dealt   with   it.   while   it   was   a   small   annoyance   on   the   surface,   he   didn’t   dwell   on   it   because   it   didn’t   matter   much   and   there   was   nothing   he   could   do   right   now   to   change   it.   “no   apology   needed,   it   happens   sometimes.”   he   assures   her,   confused   yet   touched   in   a   way,   by   her   apology.   besides,   as   long   as   she   didn’t   start   spouting   insults   or   bigotry   then   he   saw   no   reason   why   they   would   have   trouble   working   together.  

looking   down   at   the   parchment   and   giving   it   a   quick   read-through,   his   mind   was   quick   to   form   suggestions,   “we   could   do   a   presentation   on   different   magical   world   ASPECTS   VERSUS   THEIR   MUGGLE   counterparts.   like   we   could   do   a   presentation   explaining   the   difference   between   the   floo   and   a   muggle   car,   the   differences   between   their   entertainment   versus   our,   or   how   we   use   magic   to   power   everything   and   they   use   some   they   call   electricity.”   he   could   have   gone   on,   but   he   stopped   there,   “just   to   give   an   idea   of   course.”   he   said   easily   with   yet   another   smile.

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HE   HADN’T   PAID   ANY   ATTENTION   TO   THE   TIMER   on   his   wrist   since   he   was   a   little   boy.   from   a   young   age,   he   was   uninterested   in   this   whole   soulmate   business   because   he   was   of   the   belief   that   it   didn’t   matter   if   he   wanted   to   marry   his   soulmate   or   not   because   society   required   him   to   marry   someone   that   they   approved   of   and   if   his   supposed   soulmate   wasn’t   that,   what   was   the   point?   he   was   currently   at   a   malfoy   ball,   as   one   of   their   more   important   guests   and   while   the   other   guests   were   dancing,   HE   WAS   NOT.   many   had   tried   to   dance   with   him,   but   he   declined,   not   really   interested   in   all   the   commoners   that   were   trying   to   get   his   attention,   just   so   they   could   go   home   and   gush   about   the   mysterious   stranger   that   paid   them   even   the   smallest   bit   of   attention.   

he   managed   to   survive   until   the   end,   still   in   a   relatively   good   mood.   he   waited   a   while   before   approaching   the   exit,   not   wanting   to   get   caught   in   the   mob   of   people,   but   still   he   and   someone   else   seemed   to   collide   momentarily.   as   he   reached   out   to   help   steady   the   young   woman,   his   eyes   caught   the   timer   on   his   wrist,   just   in   time   to   see   it   count   the   last   couple   seconds   down   to   zero.   “MISS   LESTRANGE.”   HE   GREETED   POLITELY,   as   he   looked   at   the   eyes   of   the   woman   who   was   apparently   his   soulmate.   “are   you   alright?”   he   knew   who   she   was   of   course,   or   at   least   he   knew   of   her   family   and   in   today’s   time   that   was   all   he   needed   to   know   for   now.

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after these drafts are finished, i’ll be transferring to the other blog permanently !!

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patronumae​:

           FOR MOST OF THEIR house mates, draco was a confusing mystery no one dared to try and figure out. his school wide famous feud with harry potter and his friends suddenly came to an end after HE apologized to them and now it was like they were seeing a NEW PERSON. daphne, however, wasn’t that surprised. in fact, to her it always seemed normal that people grow and learn and adapt as life goes on. being STUCK in the same mentality as of when you were eleven — that’s what felt WEIRD to her. 

          she was glad he was different now. changing was important. so when he approached her and SAVED her from being stuck in that book, she was so glad she smiled widely at him.  ❝ it actually IS, i’m just not entirely here today. ❞

          ❝ it’s just… SO MUCH is happening, you know? it feels strange. i thought that our second year would be the WEIRDEST thing to ever happen to us but then sirius black infiltrated the castle. and now this tournament… ❞ and POTTER was sorted into it when it should be IMPOSSIBLE to even happen. she couldn’t stop thinking about it. if he didn’t do it himself, then WHO DID? and why?

          ❝ and on top of everything else, there’s the yule ball. i’ve gotten a few invites already but… no one i think i would have FUN with, you know? ❞

HE   COULDN’T   HELP   BUT   AGREE   with   everything   that   daphne   had   been   saying,   ever   since   he   started   hogwarts,   it   was   like   his   life   went   from   normal   and   fine   to   a   game   of   ‘how   could   we   make   this   year   more   dangerous   than   the   last?’   by   the   professors   and   headmaster   and   potter   always   seemed   to   be   right   in   the   thick   of   things.   in   the   previous   years,   draco   may   have   believed   that   potter   did   it   for   attention   and   in   an   attempt   to   gain   more   fame,   but   draco   long   since   opened   his   eyes   about   potter.   ANYONE   WHO   USED   THEIR   EYES   COULD   see   that   potter   was   just   as   surprised   as   everyone   else   to   know   that   his   name   was   in   the   goblet,   let   alone   being   chosen   as   a   champion.   for   fleeting   moment   the   young   blond   actually   worried   for   potter   before   he   shook   his   head   and   and   focused   his   grey   eyes   to   daphne.  

“i’m   glad   it’s   nothing   more   than   a   slightly   overwhelmed   mind.”   he   said   politely,   a   small   part   of   his   lips   curving   up,   “i   know   what   you   mean,   it’s   as   if   every   year   is   determined   to   be   more   worrying   than   the   previous   ones.”   he   hoped   future   years   wouldn’t   not   be   as   nerve-wracking   as   this,   but   SOMEHOW   DRACO   JUST   KNEW   THAT   HOPE   was   essentially   futile.   when   she   mentioned   the   yule   ball,   draco   perked   up.   he   still   had   no   idea   who   he   would   ask,   however,   the   choice   seemed   to   be   made   for   him.   “what   about   if   we   went   together?”   he   suggested   before   he   could   stop   himself.   not   that   he   didn’t   want   to   go   with   daphne,   he   actually   wouldn’t   mind   going   with   her   at   all.   “i’m   sure   we’d   have   a   good   time   and   there   would   be   no   awkwardness   because   we’re   not   really   strangers.”   anymore   at   least.   “plus   I’D   FIND   A   WAY   TO   MAKE   IT   EVEN   A   little   special   for   you.”   it   was   a   school   dance,   sometimes   girls   made   a   huge   deal   about   it,   so   the   least   draco   could   do   was   make   it   worth   it.

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patronumae​: 

@iraescible​. draco ;

          SHE LOOKED UP once he greeted her and it still struck her as BIZARRE how differently he was behaving. maybe she just needed more time to get used to it. but it was hard to picture that boy — the same one that called her a filthy little mudblood — suddenly turning a new LEAF.  ❝ hey, malfoy. ❞ still on last name basis. she decided to give it a chance.

          ❝ oh, you… want to help me? ❞ that was so… NICE of him. she was caught off guard. maybe he really did turn over a new leaf.  ❝ well, i need to learn about DRAGONS, but that’s all i know. which is infuriatingly frustrating. there are a lot of books on the subject but i don’t KNOW what is it i’m looking for exactly. ❞

SHE  HAD   HIS   ATTENTION   THE   MOMENT   she   mentioned   dragons.   ever   since   draco   was   a   toddler   and   his   mother   taught   him   what   his   name   meant,   he’s   been   obsessed   passionate   about   dragons   themselves.   his   parents,   especially   his   mother,   bought   him   a   ton   of   books   about   dragons   over   the   years,   only   adding   to   his   passion.   briefly,   the   slytherin   wondered   if   this   was   like   first   year   when   he   saw   them   with   a   dragon   in   the   half-giant’s   hunt.   though,   he   quickly   dismissed   idea   because   obviously   she   was   trying   to   help   potter   with   the   tournament   in   some   way.   it   was   the   only   other   explanation   he   could   come   up   with   given   the   limited   things   he   knew   about   the   trio.   

“yes   i   want   to   help   you.”   he   says,   his   voice   staying   low,   but   hs   words   were   clear   as   he   shrugged   off   her   surprise   or   disbelief,   whatever   it   was   that   caused   her   doubt.   “I   COULD   HELP   YOU   SEARCH   the   titles   here   and   give   you   recommendations.”   he   offered   as   he   had   already   started   browsing   the   shelves.   “dragons   are   kind   of   one   of   my   favorite   things   to   learn   about,   been   crazy   about   them   ever   since   i   was   around   three   or   four   years-old.”   he   said   conversationally.   despite   the   misconception   going   on   around   school   that   draco   just   talked   because   he   liked   the   sound   of   his   voice,   it   was   actually   because   long   or   tense   silences   tended   to   make   him   nervous.   “i’ll   ask   my   mother   to   send   over   some   of   my   dragon   books   from   home   and   we   could   meet   up   and   go   through   them   if   you   want?”   after   pulling   down   a   couple   books,   draco   shows   them   to   her,   “these   will   probably   be   a   good   place   to   start,   WHAT   DO   YOU   THINK?”

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IT  WAS  OVER,  AFTER  ALL  THE  PAIN  IT  WAS  FINALLY  OVER.  The  Dark  Lord  was  dead,  and  Lucius  could  hardly  comprehend  it  ━  finally  the  monster  that  inhabited  his  house,  that  had  desecrated  the  walls  and  floors  of  his  family  home  with  dark  magic  and  blood  was  gone.  The  ongoing  trials  were  a  cause  of  stress  in  his  household,  but  Lucius  was  hardly  worried.  He  knew  the  hardest  punishment  would  befall  on  him,  and  not  on  his  child  and  wife;  and  as  long  as  Narcissa  and  Draco  were  safe,  Lucius  would  be  happy  to  take  on  whaterver  the  Ministry  threw  at  him.  This  sort  of  tranquility  was  not  shared  among  the  two  members  of  his  family,  it  seemed.  

He  could  see  the  way  Narcissa  struggled,  the  frightened  look  in  her  lovely  eyes,  the  way  she  would  look  at  every  door  and  window  as  if  they  were  about  to  burst  open  and  Aurors  would  rush  in,  dragging  them  all  to  Azkaban.  Lucius  tried  to  reassure  her,  tried  to  make  her  see  that  no  one  would  harm  them  there  ━  for  the  first  thing  he  had  done  the  moment  they  apparated  back  home  from  the  battle  was  to  reactivate  the  blood  wards.  Anyone  not  invited  into  their  state  would  die  immediately,  a  blood  curse  cultivated  for  generations.  His  son,  his  Draco  also  seemed  to  struggle  under  the  pressure  and  the  wait  for  their  sentence,  valiantly  trying  to  keep  a  strong  and  collected  front  but  it  just  wasn’t  quite  solid  enough.

Lucius  hated  have  brought  this  sadness  and  anguish  to  the  people  he  loved  the  most.  He  should  have  known  that  Narcissa  and  Draco  would  be  forced  to  join  him  in  servitude  to  the  Dark  Lord,  should  have  known  the  moment  he  lost  favour  his  family  would  be  put  to  the  test.  He  could  only  hope  that  they’d  forgive  him,  and  he  wouldn’t  blame  them  if  they  didn’t.  With  such  thoughts  in  mind,  the  Malfoy  Patriarch  weakly  made  his  way  to  his  office,  still  some  things  he  wanted  to  get  out  of  the  way  before  their  sentence  in  two  days.

There  were  many  things  he  expected  to  see  in  his  office  ━  a  couple  of  house  elves  cleaning  or  dusting  the  books,  howlers  and  letters  pilling  up  on  his  desk,  but  his  son  barely  able  to  stand  as  he  looked  to  be  hyperventilating  was  not  one  of  them.  ❛  Draco…?  ❜  the  older  wizard  called  out,  all  parental  instincts  he  often  fought  to  push  down  surging  with  vengence  at  the  sight  of  his  distressed  child.  Knowing  he  wouldn’t  get  a  response,  Lucius  did  the  only  thing  he  could  think  of.  Carefully,  he  walked  up  to  the  young  man  and  pulled  him  into  a  hug,  holding  him  in  his  arms  as  he  once  had  done  many  years  ago.  ❛  Shhh,  breathe  my  darling,  it’s  alright…  ❜  Lucius  cooed  softly,  hand  rubbing  circles  down  his  son’s  back.  ❛  I  am  here  now,  it’s  alright.  Talk  to  me,  little  dragon,  what’s  wrong?  ❜

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STRESSED   DIDN’T   EVEN   BEGAN   TO   describe   how   the   young   malfoy   was   feeling   right   now.   even   though   this   had   been   a   constant   feeling,   often   accompanied   with   paralyzing   fear,   and   a   bit   of   anger   since   voldemort   came   back   and   the   dark   mark   had   been   branded   into   his   arm.   his   life   went   from   being   in   the   hands   of   an   absolute   madman,   to   being   in   the   hands   of   the   british   ministry   and   draco   couldn’t   decide   what   he   hated   more.   the   man   he’d   been   in   forced   servitude   to   that   was   gone   so   far   into   his   madness   and   paranoia   that   he   had   no   problem   raising   his   wand   against   defenseless   children   or   the   corrupt   british   ministry   of   magic,   all   of   whom   would   PROBABLY   LOVE   NOTHING   MORE   THAN   seeing   the   ‘proud’   malfoys   off   the   streets   and   locked   up.   needless   to   say,   draco   had   no   high   hopes   of   being   able   to   walk   free   after   their   trials   were   complete.   

his   father   barely   escaped   prison   time   for   being   a   death   eater   after   the   first   wizarding   war,   then   when   he’d   actually   got   arrested   after   the   department   of   mysteries   fiasco,   that   was   arguably   the   worst   period   of   draco’s   life   thus   far.   so,   he   wasn’t   just   worried   about   himself,   he   was   worried   for   his   mother   who   only   wanted   her   family   to   make   it   through   the   war   alive   at   the   end,   and   he   worried   for   his   father,   who   draco   knew   had   no   chance   of   stopping   things   once   they   had   SPIRALED   OUT   OF   HIS   CONTROL.   worry   was   a   constant   feeling   for   him.   it   weighed   him   down,   plagued   his   dreams   when   he   slept,   and   his   mind   during   the   day.   worry   nearly   suffocated   him   every   time   he   opened   his   mouth   to   speak.

SUCH   A   STRONG   STRESS   INDUCED   REACTION   WAS   HOW   he   found   himself   in   his   father’s   study,   hands   resting   on   the   table   as   he   struggled   to   brace   himself   while   he   was   on   the   verge   of   collapsing.   he   wasn’t   actively   trying   to   find   his   father,   it   was   more   of   the   need   for   comfort   drawing   him   here,   like   when   he   was   four   years   old   and   he   would   find   his   father   working   at   the   desk   and   draco   would   climb   in   his   lap,   clutching   his   dragon   plushie,   seeking   his   father’s   embrace   after   a   nightmare.   sweet   salazar   how   he   longed   to   be   four   again,   when   his   nightmares   were   simple.   now   his   nightmares   were   riddled   with   lifeless   bodies,   the   flashing   lights   of   curses,   and   soul-sucking   dementors.

he   didn’t   know   how   long   he   was   there   in   the   middle   of   a   freakout   before   he   felt   arms   surround   him   and   the   words   of   his   father,   IN   A   SOFT   TONE   THAT   HE   HADN’T   HEARD   since   before   he   started   hogwarts.   it   takes   another   moment   and   a   deep   breath   of   his   father’s   unique   scent   before   he   could   even   form   words,   no   matter   how   broken   the   sentences   may   be.   “what   if   i   lose   a   chance   at   living   life   when   i’ve   just   now   gotten   free?....   what   if   you   get   put   back   in   there?.....   what   if   our   family   gets   torn   apart   again   when   we’ve   just   now   started   coming   together?”

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The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss | kiss count: 1 | accepting | iraescible said: 💋 (from sebastian)

                            Alden has always thought that this was how friends acted, taking fleeting looks at one another, eyes focusing on the others lips for a moment too long while the other speaks to him, feeling some kind of warmth when looking into Sebastian’s eyes. He thought this was all friendly behavior but he was oblivious to the fact that this was much more than how friends acted, this was how someone that had taken a romantic liking in another would act. 

                          He’s suddenly all too curious of what it’d be like to press his lips against Sebastian’s own. He’s always had this curious nature but now it seems as if it is amplified in this moment. He doesn’t think much of it when he leans in all so suddenly when Sebastian meets his gaze, his mind grows fuzzy as their lips brush and for once, Alden is not thinking at all and instead doing. He does not turn it into a full on snogging session, it stays gentle and brief as he pulls back and stares at Sebastian for a long moment before lips part and words tumble off his tongue. 

                           “I was just curious. I figured it would be alright to just test something like that since we are best friends. I hope I didn’t overstep any boundaries.” Friends don’t kiss friends like that and enjoy it but he still ahs not made the connection in his brain, his brain has never thought of something like this happening with him before so it cannot make the connection that this kiss is more than just something of friendship.

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IT   SHOULDN’T   COME   AS   ANY   SURPRISE   that   sebastian   was   a   man   of   facts   and   tested   theories,   things   that   could   be   verified,   proven.   logically   wise   he   could   tell   you   just   about   anything,   reciting   whole   passages   from   books   if   it   were   necessary.   however,   when   it   came   to   feelings,   he   wasn’t   that   knowledgeable,   he   was   actually   a   bit   oblivious.   he   knew   what   relationships   were   and   how   they   operated   to   an   extent,   but   he   didn’t   quite   understand   relationships   because   everyone   felt   things   differently.  

the   most   MEANINGFUL   RELATIONSHIP   HE   HAD   BESIDES   his   parents   was   his   friendship   with   alden   and   at   this   point,   despite   it   only   being   a   few   years   that   they   had   known   each   other,   sebastian   knew   that   he   couldn’t   imagine   alden   not   being   by   his   side.   that   much   he   knew.   though,   he   still   didn’t   understand   lately   how   he   could   look   at   alden   and   completely   lose   his   train   of   thought   because   he   was   too   busy   just   staring   at   the   other.   he   couldn’t   understand   the   sudden   urge   to   be   around   him   more   than   he   usually   is,   and   he   couldn’t   understand   nor   name   the   emotion   that   FLARED   UP   WHENEVER   HE   SAW   ALDEN   WEARING   his   clothes.  

it   was   the   same   emotion   that   rushed   through   him   when   alden’s   lips   touched   his   and   though   he   was   surprised,   he   didn’t   hesitate   to   make   the   most   of   the   brief   kiss   until   they   both   pulled   away   and   stared   at   one   another.   he   was   quiet   during   alden’s   little   ramble,   secretly   finding   it   adorable.   “as   long   as   i’m   the   only   one   you’re   kissing,   then   you   can   kiss   me   anytime.”

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   The sun is drifting past the horizon, the air around him getting colder as the sky above him only grows darker. Yet he can’t seem to bring himself to go back inside his childhood home at the moment. Last night he had barely stopped his best mate from taking off and disappearing into the night to fight some battle all by himself. He refuses to let Harry go off and fight this war alone. Ron can’t allow that, but that doesn’t mean he’s not afraid. Afraid of what might happen once they do leave his family and their lives behind.

  Since he was eleven years old it had always been Ron, Harry, and Hermione against the rest of the world. The three of them had gone on so many adventures together already that this upcoming one shouldn’t be any different. Except they weren’t just kids in school stumbling onto danger. No, this time they were walking right into it head on and going in practically blind the whole way. Who wouldn’t be afraid when facing down the world’s greatest evil? What would happen if He Who Must Not be Named found out what they were up to? Would Ron’s family suffer the consequences? It wasn’t like he could erase himself from their minds like Hermione did to her parents. His whole family was about to be involved in this war, and it was only a matter of time before it all fell apart.

 Ron’s not aware that someone is near him for a good while. He’s too lost in his thoughts. The sun disappears behind the horizon by the time he blinks realizing there’s a presence near his shoulder. He glances beside him to find Hermione standing with her shoulder against his. He could see the same worry on her face that he was feeling inside. Well it was nice to know he wasn’t the only one thinking hard on things right now.

  “Ello,” He says quietly, nudging her shoulder gently with hers, “you going alright Hermione?”

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LATELY   HER   NATURAL   STATE   SEEMED   to   be   that   of   a   resolved   determination.   it   was   in   her   eyes   and   in   the   way   she   walked   at   times.   she   wasn’t   consciously   aware   of   it,   but   she   could   see   it   in   the   reflection   when   others   looked   at   her.   they   could   see   the   changes   too.   she   was   still   the   same   muggleborn   witch   that   walked   somewhat   confidently   into   the   great   hall   of   hogwarts,   going   on   and   on   about   enchanted   ceilings   and   ‘hogwarts:   a   history’,   but   she   was   no   longer   as   bright-eyed   and   rule-loving   as   she   had   been   at   eleven.   SEVERAL   YEARS   OF   BEING   BEST   FRIENDS   with   harry   potter   and   ron   weasley   showed   you   that   sometimes   rules   were   meant   to   be   broken.  

despite   the   determination   she’s   feeling,   hermione   could   admit,   at   least   to   herself   that   she   was   terrified.   she   wasn’t   sure   she   would   survive   the   danger   they   were   about   to   put   themselves   in   this   time,   that   was   one   of   the   reasons   she   obliviated   her   parents.   more   than   that   though   she   didn’t   want   to   lose   the   last   little   bit   of   the   family   she’s   adapted   herself   to.   all   the   weasleys   had   become   family   to   her,   various   order   members   were   friends,   and   of   course   the   friends   they   gathered   through   the   years   at   hogwarts.   she   wasn’t   naive   enough   to   fully   believe   she   would   escape   this   without   more   loss,   BUT   SHE   COULD   HOPE   TO   lady   magic   herself   that   all   of   them   would   survive   to   see   the   end   of   this,   because   the   thought   of   losing   anyone   else   in   her   life   brought   a   fresh   shine   of   tears   to   her   eyes.  

with   a   deep   breath   and   a   rinse   of   her   face,   hermione   left   the   loo   and   headed   downstairs.   a   glance   outside   showed   ron   still   there   despite   the   darkening   skies.   quietly,   she   headed   out   the   door   of   the   burrow   and   walked   until   she   was   beside   him,   shoulder   to   shoulder.   she   stayed   quiet,   looking   up   at   the   sky   until   ron   noticed   her.   “when   we   were   younger,   i   used   to   always   think   it   was   the   three   of   us   against   the   rest   of   the   world.   that   hasn’t   changed   really,   but   this?   what   were   about   to   do?   it’s   LITERALLY   THE   THREE   OF   US   AGAINST   THE   REST   OF   THE   WORLD.”   she   swallowed   hard,   “it’s   just   a   bit   more   terrifying   than   a   troll   or   azkaban   escapees   or   even   dragons.   those   are   some   things   you   can   research.   there’s   no   research   for   how   to   win   a   war   with   dying   or   losing   others.”   another   deep   breath   in   a   matter   of   minutes,   “it’s   just   hard   to   think   of   much   else.”   she   finally   turned   her   gaze   to   him.   “what   about   you?   you’ve   been   out   here   a   while,   what’s   going   through   your   head?”

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SINCE THE DAY THE TWO HAD MET THEY HAD BEEN RIVALS. harry’s slight against draco had also formed an opinion that day. harry had decided he didn’t want to be part of the wizards who looked down at muggles and muggle born witches and wizards. he didn’t quite understand the stance he was taking at the time, instead feeling protective of his new friend ron when his response to malfoy had been made. that one response was enough and it had put malfoy on his heels for the rest of their years at hogwarts. the rivalry could have settled down over the years if things were not happening to malfoy behind closed doors. his recruitment into VOLDEMORT’S DEATH EATERS had been what had changed harry’s mind finally. he spent time and time again thinking of malfoy as a villain when really…he had been a victim. if harry had known then what he did now he would have offered a kinder hand to the other man sitting beside him.

but he was different than that eleven year old boy standing outside the great hall. just as draco had matured, and changed, over the years so had harry. THE WAR HAD TRULY TURNED HIS HEAD AROUND. it made him realize that not everything was in black and white that some people truly walked the line of good and evil. some were forced into that war without a choice, as harry had been and draco too, and because of that it was hard for harry to hold grudges. there were plenty of true villains in that war, and malfoy wasn’t one of them. he was just a foolish boy caught between his parents beliefs and his own. it’s easier for harry to see him in a different light now that his life wasn’t on the line every day.

after harry’s drink emptied, he tapped the glass along the bar and it refilled magically. it was looking like he wasn’t going anywhere for a while and he really couldn’t complain about that. he was actually enjoying this conversation. especially since it seemed malfoy was feeling the same way. joking and kidding with him like they were old friends from school instead of former rivals oh how the times had changed, “Most would assume you hit your head hard somewhere and lost your memory. Or that I cursed you until you said it.”

NIGHT   HAD   FALLEN   AGES   AGO   it   seemed   because   when   he   had   arrived   the   sun   was   setting   and   the   sky   was   a   multitude   of   colors   before   the   pitch   black   darkness   of   the   night   had   completely   taken   over.   when   he   and   potter   harry   had   arranged   to   grab   a   drink   the   first   time   they   ran   into   each   after   the   war,   draco   had   never   imagined   that   it   would   sport   into   a   friendship   of   any   kind,   but   it   seemed   like   that   was   what   they   were   on   their   way   to   after   the   last   few   ‘let’s   get   drinks’   meetups   that   they   had.   at   the   time,   friendship   with   harry   was   THE   LAST   THING   ON   HIS   mind,   at   the   time,   he’d   only   been   trying   to   make   amends   for   his   behavior   when   they   were   hogwarts   and   offer   his   hand   again   in   the   name   of   civility.  

while   some   of   his   behavior   could   be   seen   as   just   his   parents’   influence   and   him   having   no   choice,   the   young   malfoy   wasn’t   foolish   enough   to   try   and   excuse   all   his   past   behavior   with   that.   the   truth   was,   he’d   been   a   right   prat,   not   only   to   harry,   but   to   many   of   his   other   peers   as   well.   he   had   a   habit   of   looking   down   on   people,   most   times   for   things   that   they   couldn’t   even   change.   he   singled   people   out   to   bully,   as   there   wasn’t   really   any   other   word   to   describe   what   he   had   been   doing.   nothing   made   him   shape   up   like   when   he   realized   what   it   really   meant   to   be   a   death   eater.   THE   FEAR,   THE   ANXIETY   THAT   MADE   a   home   in   his   teenage   body   more   and   more   day   by   agonizing   day.   the   servitude   wasn’t   what   draco   had   imagined   when   he   believed   he   would   have   one   over   on   his   peers.   he   was   never   more   relieved   than   when   voldemort   was   dead   and   truly   gone.   that   was   until   the   thought   of   azkaban   weighed   done   on   him   then   they   were   pardoned   for   deflecting   and   the   relief   came   flooding   back.  

point   was   befriending   harry   had   never   been   his   plan   after   he’d   been   rejected   back   in   first   year,   so   it   was   still   somewhat   surprising   that   all   these   years   later,   the   two   of   them   were   tentatively   becoming   the   friends   draco   wished   they’d   been   all   along.   A   DEEP   CHUCKLE   ESCAPED   pale   lips   and   grey   eyes   shined   a   bright   brighter   as   draco   shook   his   head   playfully,   “the   former   of   the   two   would   be   more   likely,   a   lapse   in   memory   would   fool   them   all.”

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