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“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.”
— Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
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It had taken Anderson a moment to take in the room: it was strikingly beautiful. Every color green you could imagine, not to mention the vines and flowers that grew from floating flower beds. It washed over the woman like a dream coming true.
“My family lives over here,” she said shortly, her eyes lingering on a specific herb she spotted from far away. “My brother Sebastian went to Hogwarts with you, he was a Hufflepuff”.
Draco walked across the room as he probably had a thousand times, but Anderson took her time. Potions were her passion, there was nothing she hadn’t been able to perfect in her career.
Taking a few extra minutes to look over a few plants, Anderson made her way to the window where Draco sat waiting for her. The drink wet the palm of her hand from condensation and she sank down into the chair opposite him. The view was beautiful beyond the window, the moonlight shining off of the lake just outside.
Taking a long drink, Anderson peered over to Draco who’s eyes looked still so tired..
“Are you here by yourself?” She asked, trying to his any concern in her voice.
@mydarkestghost
Draco eyed her carefully as she looked over the garden, he briefly wondered if the light it sparked in her eyes was from herbology or potions, perhaps medicine. He thought to ask her, but his attention quickly turned to the new information. Fighting the urge to turn up his nose at the thought of the Hufflepuffs, he tried to place a face to the name. They weren’t all bad, Diggory had been alright anyway.
“What is his surname?”
He took another drink from the glass, head feeling rather fuzzy due to a combination of the alcohol and the lack of sleep. The condensation helped ground him to reality, he focused on it as he tried to decide how to answer.
“Yes,” he finally decided after careful silence. “Well, aside from the house elves. I know they’ve been liberated and all, but they have been with my family for years. Didn’t want to leave so I pay them,” he assured her. Didn’t need anyone going around spreading rumors about how the Malfoy’s still had magical creatures as slaves. Not in this day and age. Besides, he sort of liked the three that were left. They were older, had taken care of him when he was just a boy. It was not safe for anyone else to stay with him. Not with the whole werewolf and cursed manor thing completely out of control at the moment.
“I know you tend the bar, but what do you like to do?” He returned to his earlier observation and briefly wondered when he had gone so soft. Keeping the elves, asking a woman he had just met about her passions with genuine curiosity. Someone might mistake him to be decent if he kept it up. He decided he must be lonely. Or maybe it was his father moving out. Without his watchful eye, he felt much more comfortable.
@purityconquers
It had taken Anderson a moment to take in the room: it was strikingly beautiful. Every color green you could imagine, not to mention the vines and flowers that grew from floating flower beds. It washed over the woman like a dream coming true.
“My family lives over here,” she said shortly, her eyes lingering on a specific herb she spotted from far away. “My brother Sebastian went to Hogwarts with you, he was a Hufflepuff”.
Draco walked across the room as he probably had a thousand times, but Anderson took her time. Potions were her passion, there was nothing she hadn’t been able to perfect in her career.
Taking a few extra minutes to look over a few plants, Anderson made her way to the window where Draco sat waiting for her. The drink wet the palm of her hand from condensation and she sank down into the chair opposite him. The view was beautiful beyond the window, the moonlight shining off of the lake just outside.
Taking a long drink, Anderson peered over to Draco who’s eyes looked still so tired..
“Are you here by yourself?” She asked, trying to his any concern in her voice.
but now we said it
@mydarkestghost
The wind stung cold against his cheeks, which appeared gaunt from his lack of care in any sense of the word. He barely ate, barely slept, and barely functioned outside of seeking business resources and drinking. Something had to give eventually, this way of life was not sustainable and had not been for the past seven years. The only people who knew were former death eaters, the ones who were left anyway. His mother had taken the whole thing quite well, but it had ruined his father. Completely crumbled his entire belief system. Before he had constantly been preaching “purity of blood” and calling for the end of muggle and magical relations and now his only son was a werewolf, turned to the most tainted form of creature at the hand of his father’s leader. He barely saw them anymore, they had moved to Bulgaria in an attempt to escape the ridicule after the war. Draco had stayed behind, inheriting the manor. As they moved toward it, he could feel the dread build in his chest at the thought of spending another night alone.
Draco almost hadn’t heard her, lost in his thoughts as he strode across the cobblestone path.
“Draco Malfoy,” he drawled after a moment. “And you? You didn’t go to Hogwarts did you?” He added after a moment, thoughtfully. He wondered how old she was, how she ended up in this part of the world. Obviously thought herself very capable, he wondered where she had studied.
The great iron gates were visible in the distance, Malfoy Manor was dark aside from the enchanted twinkling lights lining the path. “This is me,” he pointed, getting his wand ready so they could get through the magical barriers to enter the grounds.
@purityconquers
At the sound of his name, Anderson stumbled over her own footing. A Malfoy. Somehow she should have known; long, thin, pale. It wasn’t as though she had known a Malfoy personally until that very moment, but the reputations proceeded the family. Sebastian had told her many stories over the years about Draco and his antics at Hogwarts. Not many of them were shining him in the best light.
Unlike her brother, Anderson didn’t have the lovely accent that had won over so many women in the states when he would visit. “Ah, no.” A small silence followed as she took in the beauty of Malfoy Manor. Even in the barely lit moon light, she woman could sense the generations still breathing life into the grounds.
“I’m actually from America,” darting her eyes to the cold, dirt ground Anderson stopped in front of the iron gates.
It was always a fifty fifty what the reaction would be when someone was told she had come from the other side of the pond. Some people loved it, thought that she was worldly and interesting; these were the people she would avoid. Others would hate her for it; spit on the ground and say her family had betrayed their roots by leaving and that Anderson had no right to the name given to her at birth. These were who she avoided even more. The Greengrass family had made their name in the Wizarding World long before Anderson had ever been thought of and to have her mother leave the way she had.. well.. there was a reason she had changed their names back to Anderson.
“I’ve heard of the Malfoy’s, though..” allowing a small moment of silence, Anderson offered a weak smile to the man in front of her before opening the bottle of bourbon and taking a smooth gulp. “I wouldnt presume to judge you by your name before I know you for myself,” her small, thin hands offered Draco the bottle.
@mydarkestghost
America.
Draco let the idea move through his thoughts for a moment with a small tilt of his chin in response. He took the bottle from her, uncapping it and taking a quick drink.
“Never been,” he finally acknowledged, stepping back as the gate slowly swung open. “Ilvermorny then?” He continued up the walk, glancing to look at the woman beside him as he returned her bottle. “Do you have family here?”
Before the war he might have been more judgmental. He had heard rumors about the American school, generally negatively viewed by the purebloods as it was partially founded by a muggle. Now he had different things to worry about, blood purity no longer much of a factor.
“Come in,” he said as he took down the wards and opened the front door, gesturing for her to enter ahead of him. “I will get the money,” he said, “And a proper drink” He added as an afterthought.
Remnants of the effect of using Malfoy Manor as headquarters during the war littered the walls, parts of the house were entirely off limits still due to curses he still had not managed to lift. Even at 24, the magic was far too advanced for him to untangle and he had nearly lost a few limbs trying to lift them over the years. Draco mostly stuck to the foyer, the front room overlooking the garden and his bed chambers. Narcissa hated that he stayed here alone, she worried. He glanced to the side table to find his name written in her familiar scrawl along a letter, she sent them often, especially after the full moon.
He summoned the galleons from his robes pocket in his chambers, catching them from the air and offering them to her. Far more than he had probably drank, but he had dragged her all the way here, the least he could do.
“What is your drink?” He smirked to himself, considering that she probably asked people that nightly.
@purityconquers
Anderson let out a small sigh as she took the coins from his cold hands. With a meak smile she slid them into the back pocket of the small leather satchel that was wrapped around her waist. The long black cloth of her skirt touching the top of the boots she wore to give herself another inch of height.
“Ilvermorny,” she affirmed as her eyes were brought to the walls of the foyer. It was a huge manor, beautiful and classic, even though it looked a little worse for the wear now. A few holes in the walls, curtains torn, but there was a beauty that Anderson couldn’t deny about the ruins of history.
“I’m actually an old fashioned kind of person, myself.” It was an unusual drink for a girl, that was what she was always told. In America girls were known to drink the fruitier drinks, but the girl never really understood it. Chilled whiskey was at the soul of her roots and that’s what always warmed her heart about home.
“I’m Anderson by the way,” she said in a dreamy tone and looking back to the high ceiling, the large arches and doorways.
Quinn, really, she thought to herself as she turned to face Draco once more. Shedding the coat from her shoulders, Anderson wrapped it over her arm and then sent her finger through her hair. “I was in Thunderbird, the house of adventurers.”
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Draco’s oxford shoes clicked against the dark tiled floor as he strode through the entrance hall, large portraits of his ancestors eyeing them as they passed, whispering in their frames amongst one another.
The boy has company...
The hall led to the drawing room, large doors with great bronze handles were propped open to reveal the magnificent space, ceilings lined with two large chandeliers. He could hear the charmed organ in the corner whispering a soft melody. Something by Bach, he thought.
Instead of entering the room, he took a sharp right, through the kitchens where the house elves were busy tidying up from a dinner no one had eaten. They had done it since mother and father left, Draco didn’t care to stop them.
Master Malfoy!
He ignored their exclamations as the door at the end of the room swung open with his approach, anticipating their entrance. Revealed was a large rounded green room, made completely of glass. Intricate vines crawled up the walls, pale exotic flowers and plants were scattered generously throughout the room. Hundreds of enchanted tea light candles hung in the air, the dim light just enough to see, but not enough to strain the eyes. A large series of fountains sat in the corner, topped by a mermaid statue that moved languidly to the sound of the water. A set of black leather couches and chairs overlooked the grounds of Malfoy Manor, the edge of it barely visible under the light of the moon. He dropped himself into his favorite chair of the set, crossing his leg so his right foot rested on his left knee, leaning back and summoning drinks from the mini bar.
“Sit,” he gestured loosely with his hand, voice firm but expression indifferent as their drinks made themselves in the corner. “And the adventure has brought you here then?” Draco asked as his drink landed on the table beside him, ice sounding against the glass. He lifted it to his lips, letting it slide down his throat, savoring the relief. “My house is cunning and ambitious, but I am sure that you’ve put that together by now,” he grunted out a wry laugh.
The pictures moved in front of the red head’s face. Bodies ripped to shreds glared back at her in a taunting manner. Green hues narrowed as she pushed locks from her forehead with a frustrated motion. “I need a fuckin’ drink…” Aradia hissed out with a disappointed growl. Grabbing the emerald jacket behind her chair, she pushed off to get away. This case was starting to haunt her. “Tell my mother I’ll be out for a bit. I’ll be back in tonight to make sure she gets her night potion.” Aradia spoke to the small house elf beside her. Her tone was firm, but the house elf knew the woman meant no ill intent. “Work calls again, ma’am?” She questioned. A small almost inaudible laugh escaped the femme’s lips. “If that’s what you must tell her, we can go with that.” Before the conversation went any further Aradia apparated. Her bosses lecture from earlier in the day bounced around as endless banter, piercing her skull. Rubbing her temples, she began to push closer to the small tavern right outside of Diagon Alley. Humans kept popping up in the media. To any average human, bears would be a plausible explanation. Sadly, Aradia knew better. The second the Ministry got wind of human remains she was tasked with finding the real culprit. They threatened their way of life. Something had to be done or she was going to be in big shit.
She was determined it was one of two scenarios. Someone was creating new wolves and not teaching them properly or a rouge wolf with no remorse of consequences. Either way, she knew this wasn’t a repeat offender. Whiskey would help with forgetting her newest victim’s stark white petite body. With her hand on the door to the pub her onyx colored raven perched on her shoulder, dropping a note into her hand.
‘There is another body you’re needed at the office. -J’ Fuck it.
She was going to grab that drink before being forced back into work.
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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
Draco held his head in his hands, furiously rubbing at his aching temples. He had forgotten to take his Wolfsbane Potion for the second time in the past several months. He had awoken in the middle of the bloody woods, his pale skin covered in thick blood. The scent lingered in his nostrils, metallic and cold, despite the fact that he had bathed twice now. He hated how hungry it made him feel. He wondered who he had killed. A muggle? Wizard? Witch? Child? His stomach twisted violently at the thought of the last one.
It was not as if they made it easy to make the potion, it required rare and expensive ingredients. Draco avoided getting them for himself so as not to draw any suspicion, but without the influence that came with his name, it was difficult for anyone else to acquire it for him. He wondered if the Ministry had gotten wind of it yet, wondered if he had left any sort of evidence. The memories of the incident didn’t exist, but the blood said all he needed to know. Someone had suffered last night at his hands, or more accurately, jaws.
“I need a fucking drink,” he said aloud, although he was alone. Draco spent such a great deal of time alone lately. Without much thought he slipped a deep maroon sports jacket over his shoulders and made his way to the gates of the manor so he could apparate to the pub.
Upon arrival, Draco made swift calculated movements to the bar tender, demanding fire whiskey and tossing more than enough galleons to the counter for his next few purchases. After receiving his drink, tossing it back and ordering a second, he made his way to a corner table and settled in.
It was going to be another long night. He needed to forget.
He was so sick of this werewolf shit.
Aradia knew instantly who sat at the bar when she walked up. All it took was one glance at the white pale locks to identify Draco Malfoy. She’d watched him through out school, constantly making an ass of himself. Or when he began to make an even larger name for himself in the dark wizarding community. Thankfully, the little red head was never fond of the politics that ran the place. She was a year behind him in school and never wished to have such a darker light shed on her. She was the kind of girl who would rather get away with not being seen than to be in the spot light. Of course, when she required the spot light she made a scene of it.
“Same as him. Bring more rounds.” She stated simply as she handed the bar keep money. Nodding her head in the direction Draco went she followed shortly after. Heels clicked to announce her arrival as she stood at the table. “You look like hell Malfoy and I’ve seen hell today. Care to help me down a bit before I have to stumble back to work?” She asked, pushing ruby locks away from her face. Aradia hoped he would say yes. She wanted to ask him a few questions but in all reality she needed human conversation other than her mother and coworkers.
Without waiting for an answer she took her drink to her lips and sat down in front of him. “You probably don’t remember me. Our father’s were once close before the fall.” She spoke gently but refused to go into further detail. She didn’t speak of her father much after his departure from the world.
“How many of these do you think I could down before they smell it on my breath?” She questioned, brow raising with a quirk. “I say five and a breath restoring potion. Have to make sure I’m minty fresh…” Before the thought process could finish she downed her drink. “Ever want to run away, Draco?” Aradia questioned her face turning serious within mere moments of the question falling from her lips.
@purityconquers
@femmefatale-xox
Draco stared at the woman who had approached, immediately taken by the intensity of her mere presence. She absolutely commanded the room despite her petite frame and controlled speech. He tried to place where he knew her from, the memories of school faraway and muddled by the violence that accompanied the war.
“It doesn’t appear I have much of a choice in the matter,” he said huffing out a half laugh while raising his eyebrows. He held his drink in the air toward her in a mock cheers, and down some of the liquid, appreciating the way it warmed his throat. “Who is your father?” He asked after a moment. He was not sure if it was the alcohol, or if perhaps he had blocked the girl from his mind for trauma related reasons, but he just couldn’t quite remember.
Draco considered her question, his gut instantly screaming yes to him. Of course he wanted to run away. His family had left him, the values his name was built upon had been completely shattered when he was turned into a fucking werewolf by Greyback, and the woman he was arranged to marry wanted nothing to do with him because every aspect of his life was shadowed by this awful secret. He spent his time alone, stuck in a Manor ridden in impossible to lift curses, trying to find a way to stop himself from killing innocent people every time the moon cycled. His stomach lurched at the thought, the smell of blood thick in his nostrils once again.
He took another drink, finishing the glass and ordering another.
“Of course not, my life here is absolutely bloody ideal,” He finally answered, words dripping with his sarcasm as he turned his shoulders to face her more directly and gestured to the scene they found themselves in. He wondered what she did, but not enough to ask just yet.
“You have a place in mind, then?” He joked dryly, his lips twitching into a half grin.
@mydarkestghost
The wind stung cold against his cheeks, which appeared gaunt from his lack of care in any sense of the word. He barely ate, barely slept, and barely functioned outside of seeking business resources and drinking. Something had to give eventually, this way of life was not sustainable and had not been for the past seven years. The only people who knew were former death eaters, the ones who were left anyway. His mother had taken the whole thing quite well, but it had ruined his father. Completely crumbled his entire belief system. Before he had constantly been preaching “purity of blood” and calling for the end of muggle and magical relations and now his only son was a werewolf, turned to the most tainted form of creature at the hand of his father’s leader. He barely saw them anymore, they had moved to Bulgaria in an attempt to escape the ridicule after the war. Draco had stayed behind, inheriting the manor. As they moved toward it, he could feel the dread build in his chest at the thought of spending another night alone.
Draco almost hadn’t heard her, lost in his thoughts as he strode across the cobblestone path.
“Draco Malfoy,” he drawled after a moment. “And you? You didn’t go to Hogwarts did you?” He added after a moment, thoughtfully. He wondered how old she was, how she ended up in this part of the world. Obviously thought herself very capable, he wondered where she had studied.
The great iron gates were visible in the distance, Malfoy Manor was dark aside from the enchanted twinkling lights lining the path. “This is me,” he pointed, getting his wand ready so they could get through the magical barriers to enter the grounds.
@purityconquers
At the sound of his name, Anderson stumbled over her own footing. A Malfoy. Somehow she should have known; long, thin, pale. It wasn’t as though she had known a Malfoy personally until that very moment, but the reputations proceeded the family. Sebastian had told her many stories over the years about Draco and his antics at Hogwarts. Not many of them were shining him in the best light.
Unlike her brother, Anderson didn’t have the lovely accent that had won over so many women in the states when he would visit. “Ah, no.” A small silence followed as she took in the beauty of Malfoy Manor. Even in the barely lit moon light, she woman could sense the generations still breathing life into the grounds.
“I’m actually from America,” darting her eyes to the cold, dirt ground Anderson stopped in front of the iron gates.
It was always a fifty fifty what the reaction would be when someone was told she had come from the other side of the pond. Some people loved it, thought that she was worldly and interesting; these were the people she would avoid. Others would hate her for it; spit on the ground and say her family had betrayed their roots by leaving and that Anderson had no right to the name given to her at birth. These were who she avoided even more. The Greengrass family had made their name in the Wizarding World long before Anderson had ever been thought of and to have her mother leave the way she had.. well.. there was a reason she had changed their names back to Anderson.
“I’ve heard of the Malfoy’s, though..” allowing a small moment of silence, Anderson offered a weak smile to the man in front of her before opening the bottle of bourbon and taking a smooth gulp. “I wouldnt presume to judge you by your name before I know you for myself,” her small, thin hands offered Draco the bottle.
@mydarkestghost
America.
Draco let the idea move through his thoughts for a moment with a small tilt of his chin in response. He took the bottle from her, uncapping it and taking a quick drink.
“Never been,” he finally acknowledged, stepping back as the gate slowly swung open. “Ilvermorny then?” He continued up the walk, glancing to look at the woman beside him as he returned her bottle. “Do you have family here?”
Before the war he might have been more judgmental. He had heard rumors about the American school, generally negatively viewed by the purebloods as it was partially founded by a muggle. Now he had different things to worry about, blood purity no longer much of a factor.
“Come in,” he said as he took down the wards and opened the front door, gesturing for her to enter ahead of him. “I will get the money,” he said, “And a proper drink” He added as an afterthought.
Remnants of the effect of using Malfoy Manor as headquarters during the war littered the walls, parts of the house were entirely off limits still due to curses he still had not managed to lift. Even at 24, the magic was far too advanced for him to untangle and he had nearly lost a few limbs trying to lift them over the years. Draco mostly stuck to the foyer, the front room overlooking the garden and his bed chambers. Narcissa hated that he stayed here alone, she worried. He glanced to the side table to find his name written in her familiar scrawl along a letter, she sent them often, especially after the full moon.
He summoned the galleons from his robes pocket in his chambers, catching them from the air and offering them to her. Far more than he had probably drank, but he had dragged her all the way here, the least he could do.
“What is your drink?” He smirked to himself, considering that she probably asked people that nightly.
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The wind stung cold against his cheeks, which appeared gaunt from his lack of care in any sense of the word. He barely ate, barely slept, and barely functioned outside of seeking business resources and drinking. Something had to give eventually, this way of life was not sustainable and had not been for the past seven years. The only people who knew were former death eaters, the ones who were left anyway. His mother had taken the whole thing quite well, but it had ruined his father. Completely crumbled his entire belief system. Before he had constantly been preaching “purity of blood” and calling for the end of muggle and magical relations and now his only son was a werewolf, turned to the most tainted form of creature at the hand of his father’s leader. He barely saw them anymore, they had moved to Bulgaria in an attempt to escape the ridicule after the war. Draco had stayed behind, inheriting the manor. As they moved toward it, he could feel the dread build in his chest at the thought of spending another night alone.
Draco almost hadn’t heard her, lost in his thoughts as he strode across the cobblestone path.
“Draco Malfoy,” he drawled after a moment. “And you? You didn’t go to Hogwarts did you?” He added after a moment, thoughtfully. He wondered how old she was, how she ended up in this part of the world. Obviously thought herself very capable, he wondered where she had studied.
The great iron gates were visible in the distance, Malfoy Manor was dark aside from the enchanted twinkling lights lining the path. “This is me,” he pointed, getting his wand ready so they could get through the magical barriers to enter the grounds.
It wasn’t like most nights.
Anderson stood behind the bar, wiping down liquor bottles as dishes washed themselves behind her in the sink. The only sound to be heard was the slight wheezing of the man sleeping heavily on the wooden counter. The quiet was unusual, normally there were arguments and glasses being thrown at the wall by this time of night.
It had been years of Anderson coming to work for the grouchy old man asleep upstairs, as far back as she could remember. Her brother Sebastian had introduced her to the owner back in her third year at Ilvermorny and in her fifth she began working the bar. Only during the summer when it was slower and it wouldn’t be noticed an almost fifteen year old was serving alcohol. The summer was when she came back home, to Scotland, to visit her brother and father that had stayed behind after her parents divorce.
Every time she returned the tavern had become a mess all over again. The windows glazed with some kind of mold, cobwebs everywhere, the tables always sticky from the whiskey the clientele often spilled or poured over other guests. The floor had a thick layer of dust that only seemed to be disrupted by shoes blowing the clouds around. Admittedly, it hadnt been hard work for the changes she had made. With a wave of her wand, the broom busted out of the cleaning closet and rags came bustling over to the tables to wipe them down to clean the mess of the day. The windows she cleaned once a month and even kept some of the cobwebs to leave the mystery alive for the old regulars who had been coming for years. This was a place Anderson loved, so much as to continue to work there now as a twenty two year old.
It was almost two by the time the lanky brunette began to blow the candles of the pub out. The smell always reminded Anderson of her childhood, blowing candles out when her parents checked on her during the night.
“Oi,” the brunette said, putting a soft hand on the shoulder of the man still sound asleep on the bar. “It’s time to go, we’ve closed.”
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The last full moon had done a number on him.
Despite drinking Wolfsbane Potion and retaining his human mind, roaming the grounds of Malfoy Manor in his wolf form all night made for a very exhausting next day. This was particularly true if one had business to attend to the next day, which he had. Draco had met up with some wizard, Kiernan something or other, to pick up rare alchemical manuscripts. The man had convinced him to step into a tavern to grab a drink and discuss some artefacts he was planning on picking up in a few weeks. A drink turned into six, as it often did for Draco these days.
He awoke with a start at the soft touch to his shoulder, whipping his head up and straightening his deep emerald blazer over his broad frame. Draco took a moment to run his hand through his messy pale hair in an attempt to look slightly more presentable before using his thumb and pointer finger to ensure he had not accidentally drooled in his sleep.
“What time is it?” He asked the girl who had awoken him, glancing at the empty drink resting by his left hand. The ice had melted and left a thin sliver of water at the bottom of the cup, which he quickly lifted to his mouth to calm the coarseness in his throat. His head was pounding, slow echoes in his ears as he readjusted to his current reality. Kiernan had disappeared he noticed, Draco wondered when the fuck he had fallen asleep and if anyone had seen him.
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His sudden movements startled Anderson slightly, she pulled her hand back quickly and adjusted the brown coat that covered her. The man straightened himself more steadily than she had seen men with as much to drink as he, she took the opportunity to look him over.
Tall. Thin. Pale. Hair so blond that it was almost white. His eyes were sunken and tired looking. When he took the moment to drink the melted ice water, the slim figured woman took a step backwards towards the door.
“Just about two,” her voice was strong, even if he toward over her by a foot.
Anderson had been the only bartender all night, she had seen the man that had fed him drinks all night. It was never any of her business what the guests said or how much they drank, most would apperate back to their houses without even a stumble, but there had bee something..
“I think your friend stole something from your pocket,” Anderson scratcher her head just above her ear before pushing the brown locks behind it. “I was turned around but I saw him messing with your coat in the mirror” she said Pointing to the mirror that covered the whole back wall of the bar.
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Two! Fuck. He had been sleeping there for a few hours then.
Draco patted his breast pocket, then quickly reached for the right side where his hand was met with nothing but silky smooth fabric. “Fucking asshole,” he growled, his hands balled into fists and he resisted the urge to slam one on the bar top. Not only had Keirnan swiped a fair amount of galleons, but the dickhead had left with the papers he had originally met with him to get. He felt around his pants pocket to make sure his wand was still there and felt some relief when he touched the wood against his fingertips.
‘This is what I get for trusting someone I met through Theodore fucking Nott,’ he thought to himself, making a mental note to seek revenge in the very near future.
“What time did he leave then?” He asked, his tone darkening as he felt rage bubbling inside him. His mouth tasted stale, like aged whiskey. He made a face.
“I can honestly say this has never happened to me, but I haven’t got anything to pay with,” he said gesturing to his empty glass, letting out a sigh of air he had not realized he had been holding in. “Come back to the mansion with me. I can double it,” the words sounded firm like a command, but he had meant it as more of a suggestion.
He took a moment to consider the girl before him, trying to place her accent. Draco had noticed her earlier in the night when she had taken their order and refilled their drinks. Keirnan had said something disgusting about her but Draco had been so focused on business that he had not really taken the time to give her a good look. She was good looking, about his age. He was curious.
“Promise not to murder you,” he said with a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
@purityconquers
Anderson felt badly, maybe she should have woken him up or cut him off when he started looking drowsy. Normally it wasn’t something she worried about in the magical world. It had been a while since she had been back in the world, though. Perhaps she should have been more careful. When he searched his pockets, she was already holding her hands up “Dont worry about it, man.”
The woman let out a small snort at the ‘suggestion’ of following a stranger back to his house. In the middle of the night. No matter how nicely he was dressed and shaven, she had heard too many stories growing up of men capturing women in the middle of the night. “Look, honestly, don’t worry.”
It was a strange feeling, though. He didn’t seem like the type to fall asleep in a bar.. and to think of it the man had drank just as much and left in a somewhat decent state.. but that wasn’t her business.. the tiredness in his eyes, not just the dark circles that seemed to be staining his pale skin, but the sadness that seemed to be lurking far behind.. but that wasn’t her business, either.
“Maybe I should walk you home,” though she was slim, Anderson was better than nothing should something happen to him. If he was being pickpocketed there was a chance he was involved with some less than reputable characters, and she wouldn’t be able to sleep not knowing if he had made it alright.
Closing the distance between her and the bar, the petite female lifted herself to her tippy toes and grabbed a bottle from the opposite. Taking his cup and filling it a third of the way, she choked down the bourbon in one gulp. “If you do kill me,” her thin fingers held the glass out to the stranger, now filled again to a third “Just make it fast.”
A small smile and she put the lid back on the bottle and slid it into the pocket of her coat.
@mydarkestghost
“I refuse to allow it, I have the funds,” Draco firmly insisted, carefully tracking her motions with his cool grey eyes.
And he did. In fact he was set for life, his children would be set for life and probably their children as well. Especially if he could figure out how to stop his body from betraying him every full moon, which is why he had met up with Kieran in the first place. The asshole was one of the few living relatives of the best alchemist in the past century outside of Nicholas Flamel. He had valuable documents of past attempts to create such a solution. Draco wanted to find him before he sold off the parchment to someone else, but Kieran could be dealt with later. He was exhausted and it was far too late in the night for an honest attempt.
Draco barked out a laugh that took him for surprise at her second comment and nodded, “That I can do.” He decided he didn’t mind her, the retort was his exact brand of humor. He didn’t need her protection, if anything, people needed protection from him. But he rationalized it, this way he could show her the manor. He couldn’t have people thinking he was poor, that’s how rumors get started. The Malfoy name was tarnished enough as it was.
“Do you share?” He asked curtly, gesturing to the bottle tucked in her pocket and getting to his feet. Draco felt a bit unsteady, fatigue washing over his body in steady waves. He played it off, making careful strides toward the door.
The pictures moved in front of the red head’s face. Bodies ripped to shreds glared back at her in a taunting manner. Green hues narrowed as she pushed locks from her forehead with a frustrated motion. “I need a fuckin’ drink…” Aradia hissed out with a disappointed growl. Grabbing the emerald jacket behind her chair, she pushed off to get away. This case was starting to haunt her. “Tell my mother I’ll be out for a bit. I’ll be back in tonight to make sure she gets her night potion.” Aradia spoke to the small house elf beside her. Her tone was firm, but the house elf knew the woman meant no ill intent. “Work calls again, ma’am?” She questioned. A small almost inaudible laugh escaped the femme’s lips. “If that’s what you must tell her, we can go with that.” Before the conversation went any further Aradia apparated. Her bosses lecture from earlier in the day bounced around as endless banter, piercing her skull. Rubbing her temples, she began to push closer to the small tavern right outside of Diagon Alley. Humans kept popping up in the media. To any average human, bears would be a plausible explanation. Sadly, Aradia knew better. The second the Ministry got wind of human remains she was tasked with finding the real culprit. They threatened their way of life. Something had to be done or she was going to be in big shit.
She was determined it was one of two scenarios. Someone was creating new wolves and not teaching them properly or a rouge wolf with no remorse of consequences. Either way, she knew this wasn’t a repeat offender. Whiskey would help with forgetting her newest victim’s stark white petite body. With her hand on the door to the pub her onyx colored raven perched on her shoulder, dropping a note into her hand.
‘There is another body you’re needed at the office. -J’ Fuck it.
She was going to grab that drink before being forced back into work.
@femmefatale-xox
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
Draco held his head in his hands, furiously rubbing at his aching temples. He had forgotten to take his Wolfsbane Potion for the second time in the past several months. He had awoken in the middle of the bloody woods, his pale skin covered in thick blood. The scent lingered in his nostrils, metallic and cold, despite the fact that he had bathed twice now. He hated how hungry it made him feel. He wondered who he had killed. A muggle? Wizard? Witch? Child? His stomach twisted violently at the thought of the last one.
It was not as if they made it easy to make the potion, it required rare and expensive ingredients. Draco avoided getting them for himself so as not to draw any suspicion, but without the influence that came with his name, it was difficult for anyone else to acquire it for him. He wondered if the Ministry had gotten wind of it yet, wondered if he had left any sort of evidence. The memories of the incident didn’t exist, but the blood said all he needed to know. Someone had suffered last night at his hands, or more accurately, jaws.
“I need a fucking drink,” he said aloud, although he was alone. Draco spent such a great deal of time alone lately. Without much thought he slipped a deep maroon sports jacket over his shoulders and made his way to the gates of the manor so he could apparate to the pub.
Upon arrival, Draco made swift calculated movements to the bar tender, demanding fire whiskey and tossing more than enough galleons to the counter for his next few purchases. After receiving his drink, tossing it back and ordering a second, he made his way to a corner table and settled in.
It was going to be another long night. He needed to forget.
He was so sick of this werewolf shit.
The pictures moved in front of the red head’s face. Bodies ripped to shreds glared back at her in a taunting manner. Green hues narrowed as she pushed locks from her forehead with a frustrated motion. “I need a fuckin’ drink…” Aradia hissed out with a disappointed growl. Grabbing the emerald jacket behind her chair, she pushed off to get away. This case was starting to haunt her. “Tell my mother I’ll be out for a bit. I’ll be back in tonight to make sure she gets her night potion.” Aradia spoke to the small house elf beside her. Her tone was firm, but the house elf knew the woman meant no ill intent. “Work calls again, ma’am?” She questioned. A small almost inaudible laugh escaped the femme’s lips. “If that’s what you must tell her, we can go with that.” Before the conversation went any further Aradia apparated. Her bosses lecture from earlier in the day bounced around as endless banter, piercing her skull. Rubbing her temples, she began to push closer to the small tavern right outside of Diagon Alley. Humans kept popping up in the media. To any average human, bears would be a plausible explanation. Sadly, Aradia knew better. The second the Ministry got wind of human remains she was tasked with finding the real culprit. They threatened their way of life. Something had to be done or she was going to be in big shit.
She was determined it was one of two scenarios. Someone was creating new wolves and not teaching them properly or a rouge wolf with no remorse of consequences. Either way, she knew this wasn’t a repeat offender. Whiskey would help with forgetting her newest victim’s stark white petite body. With her hand on the door to the pub her onyx colored raven perched on her shoulder, dropping a note into her hand.
‘There is another body you’re needed at the office. -J’ Fuck it.
She was going to grab that drink before being forced back into work.
It wasn’t like most nights.
Anderson stood behind the bar, wiping down liquor bottles as dishes washed themselves behind her in the sink. The only sound to be heard was the slight wheezing of the man sleeping heavily on the wooden counter. The quiet was unusual, normally there were arguments and glasses being thrown at the wall by this time of night.
It had been years of Anderson coming to work for the grouchy old man asleep upstairs, as far back as she could remember. Her brother Sebastian had introduced her to the owner back in her third year at Ilvermorny and in her fifth she began working the bar. Only during the summer when it was slower and it wouldn’t be noticed an almost fifteen year old was serving alcohol. The summer was when she came back home, to Scotland, to visit her brother and father that had stayed behind after her parents divorce.
Every time she returned the tavern had become a mess all over again. The windows glazed with some kind of mold, cobwebs everywhere, the tables always sticky from the whiskey the clientele often spilled or poured over other guests. The floor had a thick layer of dust that only seemed to be disrupted by shoes blowing the clouds around. Admittedly, it hadnt been hard work for the changes she had made. With a wave of her wand, the broom busted out of the cleaning closet and rags came bustling over to the tables to wipe them down to clean the mess of the day. The windows she cleaned once a month and even kept some of the cobwebs to leave the mystery alive for the old regulars who had been coming for years. This was a place Anderson loved, so much as to continue to work there now as a twenty two year old.
It was almost two by the time the lanky brunette began to blow the candles of the pub out. The smell always reminded Anderson of her childhood, blowing candles out when her parents checked on her during the night.
“Oi,” the brunette said, putting a soft hand on the shoulder of the man still sound asleep on the bar. “It’s time to go, we’ve closed.”
@mydarkestghost
The last full moon had done a number on him.
Despite drinking Wolfsbane Potion and retaining his human mind, roaming the grounds of Malfoy Manor in his wolf form all night made for a very exhausting next day. This was particularly true if one had business to attend to the next day, which he had. Draco had met up with some wizard, Kiernan something or other, to pick up rare alchemical manuscripts. The man had convinced him to step into a tavern to grab a drink and discuss some artefacts he was planning on picking up in a few weeks. A drink turned into six, as it often did for Draco these days.
He awoke with a start at the soft touch to his shoulder, whipping his head up and straightening his deep emerald blazer over his broad frame. Draco took a moment to run his hand through his messy pale hair in an attempt to look slightly more presentable before using his thumb and pointer finger to ensure he had not accidentally drooled in his sleep.
“What time is it?” He asked the girl who had awoken him, glancing at the empty drink resting by his left hand. The ice had melted and left a thin sliver of water at the bottom of the cup, which he quickly lifted to his mouth to calm the coarseness in his throat. His head was pounding, slow echoes in his ears as he readjusted to his current reality. Kiernan had disappeared he noticed, Draco wondered when the fuck he had fallen asleep and if anyone had seen him.
@purityconquers
His sudden movements startled Anderson slightly, she pulled her hand back quickly and adjusted the brown coat that covered her. The man straightened himself more steadily than she had seen men with as much to drink as he, she took the opportunity to look him over.
Tall. Thin. Pale. Hair so blond that it was almost white. His eyes were sunken and tired looking. When he took the moment to drink the melted ice water, the slim figured woman took a step backwards towards the door.
“Just about two,” her voice was strong, even if he toward over her by a foot.
Anderson had been the only bartender all night, she had seen the man that had fed him drinks all night. It was never any of her business what the guests said or how much they drank, most would apperate back to their houses without even a stumble, but there had bee something..
“I think your friend stole something from your pocket,” Anderson scratcher her head just above her ear before pushing the brown locks behind it. “I was turned around but I saw him messing with your coat in the mirror” she said Pointing to the mirror that covered the whole back wall of the bar.
@mydarkestghost
Two! Fuck. He had been sleeping there for a few hours then.
Draco patted his breast pocket, then quickly reached for the right side where his hand was met with nothing but silky smooth fabric. “Fucking asshole,” he growled, his hands balled into fists and he resisted the urge to slam one on the bar top. Not only had Keirnan swiped a fair amount of galleons, but the dickhead had left with the papers he had originally met with him to get. He felt around his pants pocket to make sure his wand was still there and felt some relief when he touched the wood against his fingertips.
‘This is what I get for trusting someone I met through Theodore fucking Nott,’ he thought to himself, making a mental note to seek revenge in the very near future.
“What time did he leave then?” He asked, his tone darkening as he felt rage bubbling inside him. His mouth tasted stale, like aged whiskey. He made a face.
“I can honestly say this has never happened to me, but I haven’t got anything to pay with,” he said gesturing to his empty glass, letting out a sigh of air he had not realized he had been holding in. “Come back to the mansion with me. I can double it,” the words sounded firm like a command, but he had meant it as more of a suggestion.
He took a moment to consider the girl before him, trying to place her accent. Draco had noticed her earlier in the night when she had taken their order and refilled their drinks. Keirnan had said something disgusting about her but Draco had been so focused on business that he had not really taken the time to give her a good look. She was good looking, about his age. He was curious.
“Promise not to murder you,” he said with a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
It wasn’t like most nights.
Anderson stood behind the bar, wiping down liquor bottles as dishes washed themselves behind her in the sink. The only sound to be heard was the slight wheezing of the man sleeping heavily on the wooden counter. The quiet was unusual, normally there were arguments and glasses being thrown at the wall by this time of night.
It had been years of Anderson coming to work for the grouchy old man asleep upstairs, as far back as she could remember. Her brother Sebastian had introduced her to the owner back in her third year at Ilvermorny and in her fifth she began working the bar. Only during the summer when it was slower and it wouldn’t be noticed an almost fifteen year old was serving alcohol. The summer was when she came back home, to Scotland, to visit her brother and father that had stayed behind after her parents divorce.
Every time she returned the tavern had become a mess all over again. The windows glazed with some kind of mold, cobwebs everywhere, the tables always sticky from the whiskey the clientele often spilled or poured over other guests. The floor had a thick layer of dust that only seemed to be disrupted by shoes blowing the clouds around. Admittedly, it hadnt been hard work for the changes she had made. With a wave of her wand, the broom busted out of the cleaning closet and rags came bustling over to the tables to wipe them down to clean the mess of the day. The windows she cleaned once a month and even kept some of the cobwebs to leave the mystery alive for the old regulars who had been coming for years. This was a place Anderson loved, so much as to continue to work there now as a twenty two year old.
It was almost two by the time the lanky brunette began to blow the candles of the pub out. The smell always reminded Anderson of her childhood, blowing candles out when her parents checked on her during the night.
“Oi,” the brunette said, putting a soft hand on the shoulder of the man still sound asleep on the bar. “It’s time to go, we’ve closed.”
@mydarkestghost
The last full moon had done a number on him.
Despite drinking Wolfsbane Potion and retaining his human mind, roaming the grounds of Malfoy Manor in his wolf form all night made for a very exhausting next day. This was particularly true if one had business to attend to the next day, which he had. Draco had met up with some wizard, Kiernan something or other, to pick up rare alchemical manuscripts. The man had convinced him to step into a tavern to grab a drink and discuss some artefacts he was planning on picking up in a few weeks. A drink turned into six, as it often did for Draco these days.
He awoke with a start at the soft touch to his shoulder, whipping his head up and straightening his deep emerald blazer over his broad frame. Draco took a moment to run his hand through his messy pale hair in an attempt to look slightly more presentable before using his thumb and pointer finger to ensure he had not accidentally drooled in his sleep.
“What time is it?” He asked the girl who had awoken him, glancing at the empty drink resting by his left hand. The ice had melted and left a thin sliver of water at the bottom of the cup, which he quickly lifted to his mouth to calm the coarseness in his throat. His head was pounding, slow echoes in his ears as he readjusted to his current reality. Kiernan had disappeared he noticed, Draco wondered when the fuck he had fallen asleep and if anyone had seen him.
It wasn’t like most nights.
Anderson stood behind the bar, wiping down liquor bottles as dishes washed themselves behind her in the sink. The only sound to be heard was the slight wheezing of the man sleeping heavily on the wooden counter. The quiet was unusual, normally there were arguments and glasses being thrown at the wall by this time of night.
It had been years of Anderson coming to work for the grouchy old man asleep upstairs, as far back as she could remember. Her brother Sebastian had introduced her to the owner back in her third year at Ilvermorny and in her fifth she began working the bar. Only during the summer when it was slower and it wouldn’t be noticed an almost fifteen year old was serving alcohol. The summer was when she came back home, to Scotland, to visit her brother and father that had stayed behind after her parents divorce.
Every time she returned the tavern had become a mess all over again. The windows glazed with some kind of mold, cobwebs everywhere, the tables always sticky from the whiskey the clientele often spilled or poured over other guests. The floor had a thick layer of dust that only seemed to be disrupted by shoes blowing the clouds around. Admittedly, it hadnt been hard work for the changes she had made. With a wave of her wand, the broom busted out of the cleaning closet and rags came bustling over to the tables to wipe them down to clean the mess of the day. The windows she cleaned once a month and even kept some of the cobwebs to leave the mystery alive for the old regulars who had been coming for years. This was a place Anderson loved, so much as to continue to work there now as a twenty two year old.
It was almost two by the time the lanky brunette began to blow the candles of the pub out. The smell always reminded Anderson of her childhood, blowing candles out when her parents checked on her during the night.
“Oi,” the brunette said, putting a soft hand on the shoulder of the man still sound asleep on the bar. “It’s time to go, we’ve closed.”
Flowers at platform 9¾ for Alan Rickman.
Honestly, the reactions of the OITNB cast are everything <3
It sounded almost like a laugh coming from the pink lips as they curled into a smile. Aidan had hoped that maybe there would be a little more humility between them, but what could you really expect from a Malfoy? She strolled into the room without permission. If he wasn’t going to at least treat her with some respect then he would receive the same treatment. Moving from the doorway to the bed, Aidan lay her hands on the solid wood foot board before smiling to him.
With a small grunt, Aidan lifted her body to sit on the sturdy wood board. Crossing one jean covered leg over the other, Aidan placed her hands in her lap and stared at Draco as he watched her movements. “Pansy mentioned that you’ve missed quite a few shag breaks between her shifts, not that I’d have noticed.”
Distrust would be the word Aidan would use to describe their relationship. They weren’t friends, they certainly were never a couple; it was just a mutually beneficial agreement. Since Aidan’s last year at Hogwarts, when she had met Draco Malfoy at a party in the Shrieking Shack, the two of them had been on a shag only bases. It just so happened that a one night stand turned into the best sex Aidan ever experienced. This was the only thing that made this blonde haired git worth the trouble.
Draco had a look of disgust on his face, that never bothered the brunette too much; her blood was as pure has his and that’s all that mattered. As she watched him, Aidan thought about what she would have to tell him. It was a scary thought. How would he react? Would he be upset and demand that Aidan do something about the situation? A hand moved protectively over her stomach.
“Do you remember the last time we shagged?” Aidan’s eyes looked into his, doing her best to show no signs of emotion. “At Parkison’s- in her bedroom?”
It was no secret that Draco and Pansy were an item, but it was no secret to Draco that Aidan never cared. As far as she had been concerned, all the shagging was a favor to Draco. Looking at a pug faced crumple horn snorkack during sex couldn’t have done him many favors in the bedroom. At least when he looked at Aidan, Draco was able to preform at full capacity. It was almost charity.
Upon reaching the final button, Draco shifts his attention to fetching his watch and clasping it into place across his wrist. Although it doesn’t actually tell the time in a traditional manner, it is one of his more valuable belongings, possessing the ability to remind of things he otherwise would have forgotten. Although it has been known to malfunction from time to time, it is an otherwise fantastic gift passed to him by a distant relative.
He turns to glance in the mirror, raking his hands through his hair in an attempt to slick it back into place. The flush from his vigorous workout has nearly left his cheeks, the normal milky paleness returning to its rightful place. Draco quirks a brow at the mention of Pansy, eyes moving to find Aidan in the mirror. A small smirk spreads across his features, eyes filling with mischief and a hint of curiosity.
“Of course I remember, how could one forget such a… memorable night?” There’s a slight pulse against his wrist and he glances down at the words crossing the face of his watch in extravagant cursive letters. “That reminds me, I was meant to return her owl. Apparently she’s interested in having a party of some sort for my return. Zabini’s in town, should be quite the affair.”
Clearing his throat, Draco turns, eyes connecting to the dark haired girl. It’s somewhat peculiar, Aidan bringing that up. As a general rule they typically don’t discuss their past dealings. Perhaps because it is so casual in nature, perhaps as a courtesy to Pansy. Either way... it’s a bit odd.
“Why do you ask Ms. Lovegood? Are you in need of round two? Because I’m sure we could arrange something.”
After all, there is something undeniably exciting about hooking up in your girlfriends bed with someone that isnt your girlfriend.
