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"Sorry I will never know him... but he will know why I died and I hope he will understand I was...
DRACO MALFOY —— SLYTHERIN PRINCE.
"You're going to regret this"
♚ independent role play blog for a predominately book verse draco malfoy. there are inklings of movie!malfoy thrown in there. ♚ serious, cracky, fun and almost everything in between ♚ will do any length or style of role play. i.e: script, paras, and novellas. ♚ cross over, original character, and au friendly ♚ multi-ship & multiverse. ♚ timezone is GMT. ♚ crack is always accepted. ♚ askbox is always open for ic questions, plotting, ect. ♚ warning: i can be very slow ♚ here to have fun, and create all the angst i can ♚ you have a crack ship? i’m your gal. i literally ship with everything under the son ♚ skype is available on request ♚ sideblog to xcobalus — so follows will come from there.
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ooc; aye. guess who made a postwar/school year malfoy
hi guys.
suppose you should probably know a few things.
i'm on indefinate hiatus on here.
i just have no muse, and getting on here is killing me.
i'll be over on hesaghxst more because my muse is so ripe.
i wont be deleting james, because i feel like my muse will come back eventually, and i'veput faar too much detail into him to want to delete him. but all other blogs are getting deleted.
[ he's totally just not in the mood right now ]
“Well, good for them. About time they actually admitted it. I had a first year ask me the other day how long they had been dating,” he commented, shaking his head. At the name of his second son, Harry raised a brow. “I named one of my kids after Snape? And wait, why haven’t you spoken to your brother?” Harry would have done anything to have a brother or sister growing up, someone that he could actually talk to while living in the hell at was Privet Drive. “Dad. Blimey, that is a weird thing to be called.” He nodded at the part about Godric’s Hollow, though. He had a feeling that he would end up there one day.
"Yeah. Uncle George said something like that. How him and Uncle Fred used to make comments about it. They still argue like they're at school, apparently." James gave a soft shrug, followed by a laugh "Yeah. It's a long story. You'll find out about it in your last year. Argument about my ex wife. Things just got out of control, and we still haven't spoke about it." James gave a soft scratch at the back of his neck. This'd be a story to tell Lily when he went back to his own time " ---... Albus also didn't appear at my first game with the Cannons. It hurt a little more than I hurt."
someone kindly slap james for being a cunt to dom
thanks
Laura and Sam, aren’t they just the cutest..
Dear Mum
Dear Mum.
I’m sorry I’m such a disappointment to you. I’m sorry that I wasn’t as good of a son as Albus was. You claim that you’re proud all the time, but I don’t see it. I see the disappointment in your eyes when you look at me, and it hurts. I just want you to love me like you do the others. I wish you didn’t look at me like I was a complete accident. I used to spend so much time crying over it. Especially at school. I wasn’t a Gryffindor, and I thought you’d be disappointed in me. Why can’t you love me? Why can’t you love me like you love Lily, or Albus?
I’m not coping with everything. I’ve reached that point again in my life where I don’t want to be here anymore. Help me. Please. I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to cope by myself anymore. I need to know that you care.
Which as far as I’m concerned, you don’t
———- JSP
letters to you
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear bestfriend,
Dear *anyone*,
Dear Santa,
Dear mom,
Dear dad,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear girlfriend,
Dear boyfriend,
Dear [insert URL here],
It's one thing to screw your cousin, but to go back and share a bed with an innocent sweetheart. what happens when she finds out?
dom or alice, potter, which will it be?
Mags and Finnick, victors from District Four.
Now Harry is staring at the pictures in the locket. Yep, that is certainly him and Ginny. Ginny Potter. Merlin’s hairy back. There they were, standing with three kids. Harry was going to pass out. “Ron and Hermione get married?” was what he actually asked. That part actually made sense at least. “Bloody hell, I’m going to have kids.” He had actually figured that he might not survive this war, that he was never going to have the chance to have a family. And here was this bloke telling him that he got to marry Ginny and have children. “James Sirius Potter?”
James allowed a small smile to appear on his face. At least he believed him "Yeah, they have two kids. Rose and Hugo. Rose is exactly like her Mum." He clipped the locket closed and pulled a hand through his hair "Mhm. James Sirius Potter, Albus Severus Potter and Lily Luna Potter. I uh... I haven't actually spoke to Albus since.. I was 18? We don't exactly have a good friendship." James shuffled softly, his hands resting over his chest for a moment "You're a great Dad. You keep us all pretty safe and out of the way. We uh.. We live in Godric's Hollow. Not in the exact house, but we live close enough to the Graveyard."
”I’m acting jealous?” A dark saracastic chuckle left her lips before she rubbed the back of her neck and felt nothing but pure anger before rolled her eyes and too step back. “I’m not the one that acted like a a complete arse when you had flings. Hell I even supported you. So yes, protect your precious Alice.”
She wrapped her arms around herself, she could practically hear the screams and the curses he said to her. The way she had to face her father with those cuts and bruises, lying until it was hopeless. “I don’t mean leave this tent.” She said before she glared at her cousin. Her eyes filled with pain, anger, hatred, but most importantly betrayal. “Leave Romania. We have nothing to say to each other.”
"Yes, you're acting jealous, because nothing serious is happening with me and Alice. I don't want it to." He didn't want her. He wanted the blonde standing in front of him, and it was only her. James took in a heavy sigh, hands tugging in his hair "I don't want her. Don't give me that bullshit that I do."
God. That was a lot worse to say when he said it like that. James shook his head, fingers tugging at the stray stands of hair that hung from his head. Anxiety, he was getting more anxious as it went on "What happened to you?" A small frown, and James turned. No. He wasn't coming back. If she wanted him gone, then he'd go, and not come back to her life.
{ she smiles, shrugging him away with a small giggle. }
”But why? I mean, what is this. What are we?"
"I dunno."
[ he couldn't think about it right now. he was in a good mood ]
Harry listened, his eyes narrowing more and more as he listened to the other talk. “Have you hit your head?” he asked, now worried about this professor’s sanity. Dumbledore had a record for making strange decisions, but would he really hire a loony professor? “You realize that I’m Harry Potter, right? I’m sixteen. And what do you mean your mum is Ginny? We aren’t even dating.” Not that he didn’t want to date Ginny, but, well, she was his best mate’s sister. “Do you need to go up to the hospital wing?"
"No, look." James' fingers wrapped around an old damaged locket that James kept photos with. Opening it up, the eldest Potter sibling turned it. Pictures of his mother and father on each side "I swear on my sisters life. What I said is the truth. My Mum's Ginny Potter. My Uncle is Ron Weasley, and he's married to Hermione Weasley." This was going to get him in serious trouble when he went back to his own time "I have no idea why I'm here. I was giving my Da-... you, back The Marauders Map, and.. I ended up here."