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He did worry too much, but that wasn’t what he wanted to think about now. “You say worry…I say…"He trailed kisses up her neck."I…care.” Lee shifted her away from the wall, and made sure he had her before he swung them around and laid her on the bed. He grinned and raked appreciative, deliberate, look over her before hovering over her. “Why would I stop?” He wasn’t sure what she meant. Stop saying he loved her? Stop…what they were both clearly enjoying? He had no intention of stopping either. He kissed her lips heatedly trying to convey just how earnest and enthusiastic he was about both points. He spread her legs and guided himself into her slowly before he quickened his thrusts, working them back into the rhythm she’d enjoyed earlier. He poured more into all his actions. He broke the kiss to breathe, but his lips found her neck again soon after. He sucked at her neck.A hand gripped at her right shoulder and the other hand slid down to tease at her clit.

Dina tilted her head to the side as his lips trailed up her neck. While, she knows that he cares, she knows that he does worry. He worries about everything, despite how often they’ve done it. The blonde lets out a small hum when she’s laid on the bed, and she wraps her arms around his neck to pull him down closer.

Leave it to him to ask questions in reference to something she said in bed. Of course, she hadn’t actually expected him to stop, it was just something she’d ended up saying in the heat of the moment, but before she could respond, his lips were on hers again, and her hand had wrapped around the back of his neck and braced the back of his head so that he couldn’t break his kiss with her. There was a small gasp against his lips when he’d begun moving, and her fingers pulled at his hair gently. A moan fell from her lips, and her back arched off of the bed. She wondered just how much of this their future had in store.

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“Or Avery’s closet.Did you ever give her anything back?"He kissed Dina’s cheek. "I still don’t understand that. They’re just sweatpants."He shook his head at her description of her own fashion sense. "If it was that bad, you wouldn’t know it was bad."Lee stretched a little and scooted closer to her. "Anything interesting in here?” He flipped to a random page of the magazine. “…oh look it’s Oliver."He scanned the page."Well, I know that’s not true…They picked a good picture of him, though.”

She hadn’t expected for him to take the magazine and start flipping through it. Hopefully, he wouldn’t find the page that she’d been reading. “No, I never give her anything back. Once it’s in my closet, it’s mine.” She smiled, then. “And it’s because they’re yours. They smell like you, and they’ve got that worn feeling. I feel safe.”

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If he could’ve heard her thoughts he might’ve thought them absurd.What was early? They’d known each other for too long and let too many other things get in the way. He just wanted more of the moments between them to be good ones.If they made enough of them, maybe the possibility of a future would seem real–not something he only hoped for. She deserved that.

“Very…"He kissed along her jawline. ”…good call.“He kissed her lips urgently, his grip on her her legs tightening as his breathe and thrusts picked up speed. He pulled his lips away and rested his forehead against her’s. Bloody Merlin in his grave, it just struck him sometimes how beautiful her eyes were. "What-what do you…need?Faster–"He rolled his hips quicker–"Deeper?” –he slowed–“…slower?” He pinned her against the wall with his hips but stopped himself from moving.His next kiss lingered and explored.He broke the kiss and licked his lips.“Here.Bed?” He couldn’t remember if he’d asked already. He probably had but it didn’t hurt to check in. And that reminded him. “I love you. I don’t think I say it enough, but I do.”

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Somehow,  every time she was with him, time seemed to slow. Dina could barely string together coherent thoughts, much less focus on his words. She knew that she should, considering he was likely speaking to her, and saying something important. She forced herself to focus, his words coming back into focus around the word ‘call’. His lips were on hers again then, and both of her hands grasped his face to hold him there. She didn’t want him to pull away, but he did it anyway, causing her to chase his lips and then sigh in defeat when his head fell against her forehead. 

“You worry too much,” She breathed against his mouth, a slight hitch in her voice. Once he asked if she wanted him faster, the witch gasped and moaned out quietly, due to the quickening roll of his hips. She had to admit, that that did feel nice. Then he stopped all together, and she actually groaned aloud in protest.  “Either. Bed is fine.” She mumbled. “As long as you don’t stop--I love you, too.”

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“Do you even need that? I mean, you already have good fashion sense,” said Lee peeking over to see. He wouldn’t mind talking about something unimportant. His afternoon had been too stuffed with weighty decisions and important conversations (aside from the last one about pillows).“I mean, I had to buy you sweatpants.You didn’t even have any." 

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   “Huh?” She’d asked in response to his first question, having forgotten that he didn’t actually see the article that she was reading--yes, she did feel like she needed the ring, in fact. But then she realized that she was on a fashion article. “Most of the clothes that I have are from the photoshoots I’ve done. My own fashion sense is mediocre at best.....and I still like yous better, imagine that.”

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Lee didn’t believe magic and potions could solve every problem, but Malfoy’s potions definitely helped. Things weren’t perfect, but they were better. He was pouring his energy into productive outlets: Dueling practice with Lupin, theraputic chats with a healer at St. Mungo’s, continuing his attempts at wandless magic theory and application, walks with his pets, some research for the Order, and exercise. He hadn’t flown his broom outside in a while, but he’d read exercise produced endorphins.

In California, he’d swam in hotel swimming pool. (He still hadn’t figured out why a hotel near a beach had a swimming pool.) Or used the strange muggle gym machines. Within the hotel, he hadn’t worn the disguise glasses. Outside of it and alone? He wore some type of disguise. There and here at home, he always felt safer close to Dina.  He still didn’t trust how well things were going, but it wasn’t a thought he wished to indulge right now. No. New home. New chapter. It was something he intended to thoroughly celebrate with her.  

He sucked at her neck with renewed excitement, swiftly discarding the last bits of clothing separating them–her bra, his trousers, their pants–onto the floor. He kissed her lips hungrily and guided his length into her.He rolled his hips slowly and shallowly at first, but his thrusts deepened as hands slid up her thighs, his elbows catching at her knees. He pulled his lips away from her neck only long enough to say, “I’m…glad we didn’t…put the picture frames up yet.” He moved his lips to the other side of her neck. 

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If someone had told her that Draco Malfoy would be helping Dina and her recently risen from the fake dead boyfriend, she would have thought they were crazy. But in the past weeks, she'd really gotten to know Draco, like when they were younger. And he wasn't as bad as everyone made him out to be, and he wasn't as bad as she'd thought he would be. But that wasn't important. What was, was that he was helping them, and he hadn't breathed a word to his aunt, as far as she could tell. And while that didn't mean that he never would, especially if she tortured it out of him, they were happy and safe for now. And that was what was important.

She'd enjoyed their time in California, after he'd come to visit and stay with her, but it wasn't the same as being home. Even though they were a short apparation away from their friends(and his family), it wasn't the same as them knocking on the front door over something stupid like lighting their hair on fire(bet you can't guess who that was).

And now they had their own home. Moving in together officially was a big step. She knew that, but it wasn't as if they hadn't been practically living together for month already, anyway. First, the safe house, then the hotel in California. They were no stranger to living together, but when you put the title "our home" on something, it seems much more scary.

But her fear of the future and all that it held was brought to an abrupt stop when Lee's lips sucked harder at her neck. She let out a quiet sound of pleasure and thought that it would be best to help him remove their remaining articles of clothing rather than get lost in her thoughts. It didn't take but a few moments, and then his lips were on hers, and she was close to him again. Dina hadn't quite expected for him to be quite as excited as he was, as early as he was, but she could never complain. The witch moved one arm up to hook around his neck, and the other hand gripped his bicep, nails digging into the skin gently. When he pulled his lips back, Dina's head leaned back and rested against the wall, a pleased moan falling from her lips.

"Y-yeah. I think that was...a good call."

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His nose wrinkled up slightly at the all-too-accurate assessment of his sleepiness state. It was true, but that didn’t mean he had to admit it. And he wanted to think about the number of times he’d apparated to St. Mungo’s for an emergency even less. Lee climbed over the back of the couch and settled in next to Dina. “What were you reading?”

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Dina didn't have to observe much to know that Lee was tired. He stayed tired these days, it seemed. So she could gesture a guess, and would probably be right. Still, he settled in on the couch next to Dina. When he asked what she was reading, the witch quickly flipped the page away from an article on 'How To Get the Ring', and onto a page about the top ten Do's and Don't's of fashion.

"Nothing important. Just a magazine."

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;; – Her initiative brought upon her the quirked brow and his scrutinizing gaze. Once close they were, they are no longer– but he sees no reason for Dina to betray him now. There is little to gain from outting a man who brews the potions her lover takes after all, but some things he felt would be best kept to himself. 

The potions were not only for Lee. He wondered how long it would take for her to catch on, but otherwise he wouldn’t offer any information she didn’t ask for.

“I talk to no one but my house elf. The ministry no longer does routine inspections on the manor and my lab. As far as I know, the only way for you to get in trouble through me– and nevermind how much trouble I would get in as well, was if you told someone else what you were doing for me. Worry not about the wand. When the time comes, I’ll get a new one.”

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Dina sees no reason for Draco to trust her. She clearly didn't give him one, not with the way she'd acted upon their last visit. But still, even though he isn't the boy she knew, he'd grown up to be a respectable man. Sure, he'd strayed from the path during their later school years, but hadn't everyone at some point? She'd done some things she wasn't proud of, as well. But that wasn't important. What was, however, was the fact that he didn't have anyone to talk to.

She isn't sure why she thought that he would. He'd had plenty of friends during school, but as she thought back on it, they seemed more of friends out of convenience, than those that he truly cared for. She'd had a couple of those, even if she didn't want to admit it herself.

"If you ever want someone to talk to..." No, that was stupid. Why would he even want to talk to her? It didn't seem logical, when she said it out loud. And now he'd probably make a comment about it. "I wouldn't tell anyone. Lee needs what you have, and I don't know where else he could get it. Not without raising suspicion. And I meant...I could get them to give you permission to get another one. One of your own."

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Lee apparated back to his room. He shrugged his jacket off,dropped it on the back of a chair,and kicked his shoes off. Ron would be okay,but this definitely hadn’t been his day. Lee removed his glasses and laid them on the nightstand.He yawned and walked into the living room. He kissed Dina on the cheek. “They’re keeping Ron for a few more hours but he was complaining about pillows when I left. Hopefully,that’s a good sign.”

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Though she'd been expecting him, the sound of Lee's apparation startled Dina. She was glad that he wasn't in the room, because she knows that she wouldn't have been able to live down his seeing her jump. By the time he'd come in, she'd put down the book she was reading, and smiled when he'd kissed her cheek.

"He's always complaining about something. Pillows is definitely a good sign. Come sit down, you're probably tired."

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Making up for lost time? Reassuring himself that this was real? Wanting a distraction from the war outside these walls and the one inside his head? Wanting to create moments that were completely their’s? Celebrating how much they had weathered? A desire to thoroughly appreciate everything Dina had given him? It was most likely a combination of all of those factors.

Of course, when they’d been in California there may have been a streak of jealousy, too. Modeling was Dina’s profession. He understood that. And he generally considered himself physically attractive, but whenever Oliver was wrangled into a shirtless photo shoot for a Quidditch magazine or Dina posed with California hunks…Lee still hadn’t figured out how to stop those flares of insecurity.  

“You absolutely have my attention,” said Lee. His kisses moved down her lovely neck. He raised his lips from her skin at the ‘I think.’ “You think? No, that won’t do.” He kissed his way back up her neck. His fingers gliding ever closer to the center of pleasure.“I’m easy. But I want you to enjoy this too.” He kissed her temple. “So you have to be certain.” His fingers slid more urgently over the thin fabric still covering her. “And when you are… tell me.”

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As Dina opened her eyes to take him in, Lee's lips against her neck had them closed again just as quickly. The corners of her lips turned up when her words had him thinking that she wasn't positive. Of course, the way that he was acting now had her wondering if she was. She was thoroughly enjoying this side of him. As his fingers moved at a slightly quicker, more urgent pace, the witch gasped quietly, and her fingers moved up to grip at his arm. Funny, how he could make her legs go weak so easily.

She guessed that was why they worked out so well together, and always had. From the moment that Lee had asked her to the Yule Ball, Dina knew that there was something special about him, that there was more to him than just being her best friend. When he'd seen her, and she saw him, her knees went weak just as they were now. And when they'd kissed, she could have sworn that her heart was going to take off right out of her chest.

They'd been through so much, through a breakup, and a worry filled war. His "death", and having to hide away. Still, they were hiding, but it didn't seem as severe to her. She'd formed a new alliance, that she thought might come in handy when it came to Bellatrix Lestrange; even if her nephew wouldn't help protect them, she did at least think that he would give her a warning if she turned out to find out more than they originally thought.

Her thoughts had begun to distract her from the task at hand, and so she reached her hand that had been gripping his arm, up to wrap around the back of his neck and pull his lips back to hers.

"I'm ready. Very ready."

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;; – A thin brow is quirked at her words– he doesn’t agree with her. His own actions brought upon his fate; perhaps had he been less of an ass-kisser to his father then he would’ve been able to at least resist the task given to him. Disloyalty is nothing to be proud of, but if there was anything true about the Malfoys, it was that they stuck together, even if it meant he’d have to scream and cry to avoid what ruined his life and make them look like failures.

“What a wonderful sentiment you have,” he said bitterly. Draco has never been good with jokes about his past, but she wouldn’t know that either. They spent most of their Hogwarts years growing further and further apart until it was just too late to even try. He didn’t want to try. It was better to push people away nearing the end of his Hogwarts years.

“I am on probation, Dina. The Ministry has their nose in all my business. I am only allowed to pursue my interests under great scrutiny and this shitty loaned wand,” the ministry provided him with a new temporary wand, one that didn’t understand him well and made him tired with long-term use for the day. “On top of that, I’m only allowed to purchase a certain amount of ingredients that I need to make these potions. I can give you money and you can buy it for me if anything.”

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Even as he speaks, she misses the child that he was before. Draco had been her first real friend, and she thought about him quite often, even if he wasn't aware. She isn't sure why he would be, given that he had his own slew of obnoxious friends throughout Hogwarts, and had likely never thought of her again. It wasn't until he'd nearly died, that she realized how much he had meant to her before. But that wasn't something that she could say, either. Not and be taken seriously.

He sounds angry and bitter, and there's nothing that she could do or say to change that. She understands how hard he has it, what kind of change his life had to have taken after his father was proven to be in league with Voldemort. His mother was the only reason they weren't all behind bars even now. She found herself being thankful for that.

"I can do that." She offered too quickly, before thinking of what risks it would cause her. "But you have to know, that if anything happens, it would come back on me. So you'd have to promise me that you'll keep quiet with it all. I don't think that you'd do anything to anyone, but make sure that the extra things aren't found, and I'll get them for you. Lee and I are both members of the Order, I'm sure that we could put in some kind of word for you. At the very least, get you a new wand."

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;; – For a long time he perceived his father’s harshness as strength– he didn’t value what he should’ve back then, but also his loyalty had been motivated partly by fear. It only took him until his sixth year to understand that Lucius was just as afraid as he was, if not more, of Voldemort. Loyalty out of fear never made much sense to him after.

His toil is not purely out of altruism, nor was it done to gain some form of power over Dina and Lee. Helping helps him sleep at night, but more importantly the idea that he may very well be making a difference for someone in a positive way is what he needs. Draco has little left to look forward to other than his potion work, and in his potion work he has the opportunity to do what he’s doing now for others. No one would need to know about the potions he’s offering up for free; his own purchases are not strictly analyzed when the ministry knew what he was up to already.

They don’t know about the death eaters or the canary or the rebellion. This he can live with.

“I am hardly in a position to expect trust from people I have wronged in the past,” he doesn’t look up at the apology and his retort is a little icy, but he’s not sure how exactly he should respond.

He won’t apologize himself.

“I spent a year working under the belief that my failure would kill my family, and then years after with the wretched lord under my roof. What we do in our times of fear and our desperation in our youth doesn’t reflect how we will be later. I’ve learned the mind doesn’t stop maturing ever, but most of it is done by the time we’re twenty-five,” thin fingers dance over the bottles placed in their appropriate spots in the box before the lid is fastened.

Draco circled around the table with the box, offered for her taking, “My point is, it doesn’t matter. None of our squabble matters. Your personal convictions don’t matter to me any more than my father’s scorn does these days, and I fully intend on being as independent as my situation will allow, with or without helping you or Lee. You may live in constant fear if you’d like, but at some point, you’ll need to focus less on what might have been the truth for you at some point and what is the truth now. The only way Bellatrix would find out is if Lee gets himself caught.”

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Dina knows the kind of trauma that Draco was sure to have gone through--she'd never experienced it first hand, but no one working underneath someone that heinus could get out completely unscathed. As he explains, and she thinks back on it, the more she misses him and the way that he was as a child. Things were so much easier back when the only thing expected of you was to dress nice and impress guests at parties. They at least shared that together in the past, if nothing else.

"No one deserves to live like that. Not even you," The last bit of the sentence was just her messing with him. Of course, she never believed that he was deserving of any of the things that had happened to him--even if some others were. He was a rotten child, once sorted, but she'd always figured that it had something to do with his father as well.

"Listen, I didn't want you to think...I shouldn't have come at you the way that I did. You haven't done anything but help, and it was unwarranted for me to attack you like that, because I was scared. It was very unlike me." Not that he would know what she was like, not anymore. "Whether or not my apology means anything at all to you, it's still there. And I appreciate what you're doing for us, as well. I want you to know if you need anything from me, I'd be happy to provide it."

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Dina managed a reply to his wall comments. And he agreed. The wall was very good. Very helpful.  She found his lips again. Dina shifted under him. He moaned in appreciation into the kiss and her fingers on his skin drew him further away from thoughts about their home.

Her dress hung loosely since he’d unzipped it earlier. He kissed down to her shoulder, pressing his hips harder into her, keeping her up as his hand moved to pull the dress strap off her left shoulder. Open-mouthed he kissed across her collarbones, working his way to the other dress strap. His eyes flicked down taking in newly exposed skin. He grinned and crashed his lips against her’s. He kept their lips locked even as he tugged her dress down and off.

He hooked her legs around him again. Hands traveled up her thighs. He slipped a hand between her legs, fingers rubbing over the thin fabric covering her. He traced his lips along her jawline. “Are you ready for me? Or do you need more attention?”

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Dina knew how to appreciate the small things like this. She remembered back to their first time, and how she'd offered to let him take her against the wall if that was what he wanted. She'd remembered how embarrassed she had been when he told her no. Now, it seemed as though the nearest flat surface they could get to would be the best one that worked.

Funny, how when you think someone is dead it changes your sex life entirely. It had been months now, and somehow it hadn't quite died down. A slim hand moved to hold to the back of Lee's head as he kissed along her shoulders and across her collarbones. She runs her teeth over her lower lip as he looks at her, and then his lips are on hers. The witch wiggled her hips slightly so that she could help get the dress off, and her heels locked around his waist.

The woman tilted her head back against the wall, and closed her eyes as he kissed along her jawline. The feather-like movement of his fingers in between her legs had her heart-rate increased slightly, and she shifted against him.

"I could always use the attention," She teased, but that was hardly what she was looking for. "But I think I'm ready."

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Dina was pleasantly surprised that Lee even knew how to treat her as if she weren't delicate. She was surprised with the way that he was handling her suddenly, as if this were something entirely different than something between a loving couple--and she had to admit that she liked it. She let out a quiet gasp as her back hit the wall, and she locked her legs behind him at the ankles.

"This wall is good," She gasped against his lips. His fingers against her skin felt as though they were leaving a trail of fire, but that happened every time he touched her. Dina turned her face to steal back his lips as they made their way up the side of her face.

The witch could hardly think about the house. She couldn't think about much of anything other than Lee, and that was fine. All fine. Her fingers found the back of his neck, and her fingertips pressed against the back of his head, pushing him closer to her. Her stomach did flips as his lips met her ear, and she squirmed beneath him, suddenly impatient.

"I wouldn't want it any other way."

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Godric. He only partially comprehended her words. The rest of his brain was processing her breath on his skin, the touch of her fingers, the sound of her voice, the way her hair tickled as she moved to kiss his neck. His head tilted back slightly exposing more skin to her. Lee's disguise wasn’t on, but his disguise glasses were. He slipped them off. If there was anywhere he felt like himself, it was in her arms.

“Flatterer,” he said with a grin. “Flattery will…” He pulled her closer. “Get you everywhere…” He kissed her lips, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt with one hand, the other hand cradled the back of her neck as he leaned more into the kiss. He shrugged his shirt off, one sleeve at a time, before it fell in a pile behind him. He broke for air, leaning his forehead against her’s, a thumb tracing her cheekbone. “Where would you like to go? Bed? Couch? Floor? Wall? Anywhere but bubble wrap.”

He needed to stop bringing up bubble wrap. If he wasn’t concentrating on her, then he clearly wasn’t doing this properly.The only apology he could think of was renewed focus in the next kiss, but he had to at least give her time to respond. “Ladies’ choice.”

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Lee had always been such a good man, but at the end of the day, he was a man. And she expected nothing less of him when her mouth moved along his skin. She wouldn't expect any less of any man--this one just happened to be the one she preferred. He'd tilted his head back, and Dina's lips moved slowly up his neck, a small smile playing on her lips. Lee removed his glasses, but Dina's attention had been elsewhere.

He told her that flattery would get her everywhere, though his breath was just slightly more ragged than usual, and he kissed her lips immediately after. He began to fumble with the buttons on his shirt, and she wrapped her arms around his neck briefly. Finally, his shirt was gone, and Dina pulled back to run her hand slowly down his chest. When he asked her where she preferred, she continued her hand down, until it was resting in his lap, hovering just over his very clear excitement.

"We've had plenty of times in the bed. And we've done it on the floor I'm sure. It's up to you." She said finally, just before he kissed her again. She muffled a quiet noise of surprise, and her fingers squeezed him through his pants to reassure him that it honestly didn't matter where. Just who.

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;; – The stopper is inserted firmly in the bottle and placed in his neat and organized little pyramid on the table. Not all of it is for Lee, but he has just the right amount of wrap for each bottle to ensure their safety in transit with Dina to their destination.

The potions had grown to be his legacy– this laboratory, his own personal nod back to his godfather, best friend, and teacher for some time. Severus will be missed dearly; the speech he told them all in their first year is written down and tucked under the cover of his book for inspiration when Draco begins to feel a little lost.

“Calming draught, dreamless sleep, draught of peace, an incredibly watered down elixir of euphoria, and invigoration draught, this one is just extra murtlap essence with no use other than healing cuts and bruises,” each one is addressed as he pointed at them, a selection of a few wrapped and placed in the box he intends to give her when she leaves. “I can brew almost anything, given that I have the time to do it. This is exactly what I gave him last time. Are there potions he uses less frequently, or ones you feel he might use too much?”

It’s important for him to know, of course. Brewing too much is wasted material that could be useful somewhere else. At least in his chatter, he is avoiding the thick tension in the air and choosing not to address their less than amicable discussion from last time.

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Dina watches him with a reserved interest. The way that he's focused on his task, and clearly so passionate about it, if the appearance of the lab had anything to say about it, reminded her of the young boy that he used to be before his family corrupted his mind and beliefs. She missed that Draco. Losing as many people as she had, and having gone through so many tribulations in her young life, she couldn't help but feel disappointment that their friendship hadn't been able to withstand his fathers influence.

Though she'd cared for him, Dina never once cared for his father. He had a coldness in his eyes that scared her, and too frequently, he would say something just a bit too harsh, or grip his shoulder a bit too tight. Being as young as he was, Dina knew that he had to be scared. Though, as he got older, that had clearly faded. She wondered, silently, where they did go wrong, and what life would have been like if it hadn't.

She still remembers how helpless he looks in the infirmary bed, his shirt torn and so bloody that she nearly felt sick to her stomach at the sight of him. He'd been healing slowly, but she feared to think of what might have happened to him had no one found him when they did. If Snape hadn't found him, himself. He'd noticed her then, but didn't speak. And never spoke about it again.

"Nothing comes to mind." She tells him, finally, calmly and quietly. She's quietly impressed with all that he's done, and very thankful as well. If it weren't for him, she's not entirely sure what kind of mess Lee would be. "I shouldn't have treated you the way that I did." She finally lets slip. "You didn't deserve it. You've done nothing but help us since you found out, and I shouldn't have assumed that you'd do anything other than that. It's just that....I had to live through him dying, Draco. I had to attend a funeral, and think that I would never see him again. And if she finds out that he's alive, I know that she'll kill him, or worse."