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“ i’m not your PROBLEM anymore. ”

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Ron glanced up from the counter. He was looking over a shipment that had come in for George while he had gone to a meeting. He preferred working in his brother’s shop to anything else. There was something about it that comforted the man, the labor that it brought and the thinking. It helped Ron get his mind off of things. Of course, he’s not expecting to see Draco Malfoy walk into Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. But he would be nice, there wasn’t much temper left in Ron lately.

“Malfoy, didn’t expect to see ya in here. Lookin’ for something in particular?”

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“  i’m not the person you want.  i know you think i am.  but it won’t take long for you to realize this is a mistake.  ”

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she inhales sharply upon processing his words, arms immediately crossing underneath her bust. there's a shred of truth that hermione doesn't want to acknowledge despite it being her nature. she turns and walks a few steps from him. ' you don't know what i want, malfoy. ' there's an edge of bitterness to her voice. ' i know this doesn't mean anything to you. '

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He opens his mouth as if to say something, but promptly shuts it. Gaze averted, he frowns, face flushed and eyebrows pressing towards one another as pale hands clench at his sides.

            IT SETS HIM ON EDGE, how the slytherin intermittently does THAT with no explanation. bruce’s eyes remain fixed on the book in front of him, though he’s only using it is a guise to pretend he doesn’t notice what’s happening in his peripheral. a knot twists in his stomach — and it takes all his might not to writhe under the pressure — he remains still, almost TOO still. 

                                             how could he know?? 

           perhaps bruce let it slip at some point, when he was too drunk to know his left from his right, a detail too small for him to remember saying, but condemning enough for draco to put the pieces together. or is it just that he EXUDES darkness — it’s been growing in him for years and it’s finally SPILLED OVER, bleeding through the cracks of a crumbling exterior. bruce doesn’t have many friends — not really, not ones who know him, at least — would draco still be if he KNEW about all the awful things he’s done ?? 

          a twitch of his mouth, he’s about to say something, but thinks better of it, not while his mind is filled with flashes of that knife, plunged between ribs, ash and dust where blood should be

            NO FEAR. if there’s one thing he’s grateful for having learned from his conditioning, it’s how to truly clear his mind of the inhibitions that haunt it. he takes a breath, deep enough to fill his lungs but barely externally noticeable, and lets the flood of NERVES seep out with the exhale, leaving serenity behind. bruce has faced worse than draco’s IRE. 

           with a light thud he closes the book in his lap, he looks up, an eyebrow raised curiously to counter the slytherin’s deep frown. “ i can feel you staring, malfoy, it’s disconcerting, ” he begins, “ what do you want ?? ”

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fingers are soon to graze temple, tucking strands of frizzled hair behind the female's ear. allowing his thumb to brush the curve of a single cheek, his head cants, tilts curiously; grey eyes scanning the female's face before flicking down to meet her own. ' go on. '

          her arms had been wrapped around his frame, expression showing she was holding back from something despite how close the two where, auburn eyes flutter shut in response to his caress         hand wanting to reach and to grasp his own. when they open again he is looking at her. she can’t help but feel magnetized to him         chin tilting up and capturing his lips with her own in response.

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             unless you count the entire summer, which bruce absolutely does, it’s only been a few weeks, but he doesn’t take well to being IGNORED. cornering the slytherin with questions won’t work, so he pretends everything is NORMAL instead, finds draco in snape’s classroom at the end of the school day. 

            “ i found something for us to work on, ” foregoing a greeting, he holds out the folder, heavy with the sheet music inside. he’s rusty, dabbling here and there when he can; it won’t be anything like the way they used to play, but it’ll be SOMETHING, if draco is willing. fingertips dancing across strings as his bow drags life into the air, tamed by the ivory backbone of steady hands on the piano, the deep trance-like concentration, feeling everything and nothing all at once — he misses it. there aren’t many people bruce is willing to EXPOSE his soul to anymore, not like that, at least. “ it’s easy. you should be able to sight-read it. ”

            hopeful, he’s already left his cello by the piano in flitwick’s empty classroom, but he’d be a fool not to have a back-up plan. “ how long since you’ve been out flying? ” he adds, fake curiosity to hide that he’s tentative, “ the wind seems perfect today, don’t you think? ”

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@altumpoenitet​ asked

' "granger-weaselby" really doesn't suit you. perhaps you should change it. the surname 'malfoy' is far more superior. '

       she can not suppress the light blush on her cheeks fast enough for draco to not notice, quickly attempting to save face by rolling her eyes and pulling an “annoyed” expression. ‘ and why exactly should i change mine to yours, hm? ’ lips turn upwards into a playful smile as arms cross under her bust. ‘ i’ll admit, granger-malfoy does have a decent sound to it. ’

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fingers of his right hand curl loosely around her wrist, turning her palm skyward as his gaze travels down. using his left hand to slide his thumb gently beneath her sleeve he rolls the fabric up.... revealing scars that lie beneath, ones that had been written years ago. allowing his gaze to flick - from her arm to her face - slowly does he bend forward... further and further still. that is, until lips come into contact with skin: eyes closing upon meeting with flesh as lips trail along scars.

         her mind is elsewhere, currently absorbed in an article written by one of her subordinates. she thinks nothing of her hand becoming occupied by the man beside her, glancing momentarily before shifting focus to parchment. her focus is broken however once her sleeve retreats along her arm, watching as faded scars reveal itself          little ones from her schooling scattered, one in particular standing out....face scrunches momentarily as her mind pushes any potential memories from surfacing. breath then hitches softly once eyes lock - concentration fully upon him now - unable to look away in curiosity as to his actions. upon first kiss her cheeks flush and darken further with each subsequent kiss. ‘ draco.. ’ she exhales     a part of her mind wishing he wouldn’t stop.