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There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak, And bring a pallor into the cheek, And a mist before the eye. And the words of that fatal song Come over me like a chill: ‘A boy’s will is the wind’s will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts. --My Lost Youth, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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corvidxe:

“What can I say? I’m good at what I do.” Astoria grins, shifting closer to him before nuzzling his jaw and winding her arms around his neck. “And I’ve learned from the best – you, of course. No one can bullshit as successfully as you can and I mean, I spend enough time around you. You can’t expect that I wouldn’t learn your tricks.

“And I appreciate that. Thank you. I’ll talk to her, and we’ll figure something out, somehow. I don’t think anyone wants trouble, or nonsense, not after everything. Getting along is in everybody’s best interest. Now, really, ask me how my day was, so I can tell you about it.”

Draco grins at the arms wrapping around his neck, ducking his head to press a kiss to her wrist. “You’re lucky I like you as much as I do,” he grumbles half-heartedly. “I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t use my own tricks on me. That’s just rude, that is. And I certainly hope that wasn’t just you bullshitting me.”

He sighs, sitting down on the couch and curling his arms around her waist to pulling her onto his lap, before nuzzling her neck. “Hi, honey,” he says dutifully, licking a kiss to her throat. “How was your day?”

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chaosintocosmos:

“Of course she did. Because you’re incapable of actually starting a fight, only finishing one.”

“Please? Try? You can ignore her for the entirety of dinner, you can sit on opposite ends of the table, just – come. It’s been too long since we’ve had everyone together.”

“No, I’ve definitely started plenty of fights. I’m very good at that, just like I am at actually finishing them. Just not this once. That’s all on Weasley.”

“Why do we need to be together? I’ve seen everyone there pretty recently--and I’ve certainly seen a lot more of Weasley than I need to.It’s bad enough that my girlfriend already talked me into coming back to her apartment.”

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flowerbudsandbartops:

“My mother, sixth year.” She didn’t sound offended at the question, and she wasn’t. It was a wound that never healed right, but was soothed with the memories of her mother’s smile. “My father left when I was young, so it was just us.” 

He is awkward, as he so often is, when the topic of people’s losses come up. He’d been on the wrong side, no doubt, and he’d still lost no one at all--well, no one besides Bellatrix, and Merlin knew no one was happier about that than him. “I’m sorry,” he says awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “About your mother, I mean. You’re probably better off without your father, all things considered.”

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flowerbudsandbartops:

“I suppose so.” She answers but her voice seemed to still be thinking about it when she speaks. 

Draco pauses, unsure if he should say anything at all--but when has that ever stopped him before? “Who did you lose?” he asks quietly, before taking a sip of his coffee.

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allegiancelies:

“Yeah, well, I didn’t ask for your opinion, did I?”

“Did I ever need to be asked my opinion before I’d give it?”

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flowerbudsandbartops:

Hannah gladly refilled the cup, the comment about Fudge twisting her features in visible discomfort. “I try to stay as neutral as possible. But there is a personal bias.” She implies, remembering when she was pulled out of herbology in front of her whole class and remembering the scream that left her soon as she heard the news. She was sure she’d shaken the whole castle. 

“Ah.” She’d lost someone, he remembers, though it’s hard to pinpoint who it was. Her father? Her mother? Someone else? But even Draco knows better than to ask who it was. “That’s understandable. And I suppose in this sort of place neutrality is always the best way to go in this line of work so you don’t alienate potential clients?”

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la-vanite-et-la-folie:

“Mmhm.”

“I’m not going to hug my pillow and moon over people with you - it’s not in me. Sorry. You’ll have to find someone else to play the, ‘You really think so?’ game with.”

“Bet you want to, though. And I’ve never mooned over anyone in my life, not even your sister, thank you very much.”

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allegiancelies:

“Yes.”

“You are so full of shit.”

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corvidxe:

And that’s that, as far as Astoria’s concerned. “I know.” But she can’t quite take him seriously – not when they both know they mean it completely. “Thank you. I really, really appreciate it. I’ll talk to Ginny; we’ll figure everything out. And we’ll work out a compromise, and we’ll get everything sorted, and I’ll give you a thousand blowjobs happily whether or not I owe you, and you are perfect and I adore you. Thank you.”

She holds her hand out for him to take, tugging him closer so she can press a kiss to his lips, her own curling up as she kisses him. “It means a lot to me,” she adds, voice soft. “It means a lot and I know that it’s a big sacrifice for you to make and I appreciate that you’re willing to do that for me. And you should get dressed before I climb you and completely forget to tell you about today, and also so that I can use you as a pillow without getting distracted. Sound good?”

How the Hell Astoria can keep roping him into this sort of thing is completely beyond him at this point, and yet here they are anyway. "You're way too convincing for your own good," Draco whines. "Maybe you should go into politics as well. Though I suppose I'm more--susceptible to your charms--by which I mean sappiness--than the average voter."

He's grinning as he takes her hand, stepping closer to her and curling his hands around her waist when she kisses him. "It's--It's going to be okay," he says firmly, trying to convince himself. "And I'll behave as long as she does, but I'm not going to take it lying down if she starts in on me. I'll do my best, though, I promise. And you really should know all that request is doing is making me want to drop this towel and see what you do."

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flowerbudsandbartops:

“The other side, says it’s great.” Hannah said while pouring another cup of coffee for a tired looking traveler at the other end of the bar. “That it makes it easier to round them all up and make them face real justice for what they’ve done.” She pauses flowing the cup over to the other customer carefully, before turning back to her old classmate. “But the Ministry would never let that happen either, I mean.” Hannah rolls her shoulders back as if bracing herself to ask the question that seemed to fall from her mouth. “Who would let innocent people suffer just to make a point?” 

“Most people however.” She lifted the hand that was previously used to indicate this extreme side, picked up an empty shot glass and placed it in the middle. “Hover around the middle. I call this the uncomfortable, and conflicted zone.” She was about to reference a muggle singer’s lyric, it’s not right but it’s okay. Then realized it the only reason she knew who the singer was, was because her mother had kept some of the records her muggle father had giving her. “More coffee?” 

"I think," Draco says calmly, "that Fudge was proof enough of how far the Ministry would go to prove a point. I'm not saying it's not a good point, I'm saying it's got its limitations."

"And if the day ever comes when I say I don't want more coffee, please assume I'm dead," he says, holding out his cup. "What about you, then? Where do you fall in?"

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la-vanite-et-la-folie:

“No, it isn’t.”

“Not unless you want to elaborate on previous comments concerning Blaise.”

“I think I made it quite clear when I said you made cow eyes at each other.”

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allegiancelies:

“Stop. Worrying.”

“If you absolutely must know, I didn’t sleep well last night because of a nightmare. I can handle it, Draco, I’ve been handling it for two years now.”

"Handling it? Is that what you’re calling what you’ve done the past two years?”

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la-vanite-et-la-folie:

“That’s not an answer.”

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Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

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Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

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Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

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Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

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Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

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Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

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What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

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What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

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Religion?

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Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

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la-vanite-et-la-folie:

“I’m not going to reassure you that you and Astoria are going to have children because we’re both adults, Draco, and I’m not your mother.”

“But yes, you and Astoria are going to have children together.”

“You really think so?”

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corvidxe:

All Astoria can do about that is nod, considering. Of course Ginny doesn’t like this – and of course Astoria wants it to work. They’re two of her favorite people, and she loves them both; wouldn’t it be easiest if that was enough to make everything work out? But evidently, it’s not, and there are bumps along the way, but if this is their first, then they’re probably pretty lucky. “Right. Well. I’ll talk to Ginny – see if we can’t figure out some sort of compromise. But that’s going to mean that you’re going to have to compromise, too – maybe start by being clothed when you leave my room?

“I mean, I get it.” Sort of. He was friends with Crabbe and Goyle – still is friends with Goyle, almost. Then again, though she and Pansy don’t get along, she still does like Pansy. “Maybe I don’t get it. But it’s my home, too. I want to be able to come home to you. I want to – have you surprise me after a long day of whatever by just showing up, or being there when I get home. I want to be able to spend a day in my bed with you, doing nothing. I want to at least try. Can we try? If I talk to Ginny, if we figure something out, can we try? I’ve spent ages without you nearby; I want to think of home and think of you all at the same time. It’s sappy, I know, but please.”

Draco pulls a face at the mention of compromising, looking positively horrified by the idea for a moment. The truth of the matter is he would never ask her to do something that made her as uncomfortable as this makes him. He doesn't want to do it, doesn't want to spend any time with Weasley, or with any of her little friends. Why the fuck Astoria had to move in with her, of all people, is completely beyond him. He opens his mouth to tell her just that, to explain what little interest he has in spending time with Ginny, but the words die in his throat.

I want to think of home and think of you all at the same time. Well, that's that, then, isn't it? "You're too fucking sappy for your own good sometimes," he whines, though there's no real heat behind it. She knows just what to say to get to him, doesn't she? Because he wants the same damn thing, even if he needs to spend time with Ginny Weasley, of all people. "Fine, we can try. But I'm not apologizing for today because she started it, and if she starts it again I'm not just going to stand there and take it. Only you. Only you would get me to put up with her. And you're going to owe me like a thousand blowjobs for this, I hope you're aware."

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la-vanite-et-la-folie:

“Neither Blaise nor I have ever made anything approaching cow eyes. Ever. Have you even seen a cow, Draco?”

She just looks at him. “Draco. Really.”

“Of course I’ve seen a cow. Well, parts of a cow.Well, steak. Whatever, you get the point.”

“... what?”