#c:draco

[gregcrygcyle]

@malfoymarked​

he’d been meaning to visit. tried a few times actually, but before today the furthest he’d even made it was the gate. before that the street corner. the sight of the carved grey stones always stopped him and then it was the image of ‘CRABBE’ etched into one of them that drove him away. he deserves better: the nagging thought that drove him back time and time again. a better friend wouldn’t keep him waiting— and fuck if five years hadn’t already been long enough.

with a drawn breath, gregory stepped through the gate. leaded feet took the journey. step by step. until he stopped. he’d expected the sight of the headstone— and there it was, as real and heart-stopping as he envisioned. what he hadn’t accounted for was the company. it may have been half a decade but there was no mistaking that blond hair. “so,” goyle started, voice unsteady as he stepped forward, “you haven’t forgotten us, then?” reunited. the three of them. though never like he used to dream.

[highlordnikolai]

@ofthenightcourts​

    Nikolai wasn’t sure how much time had passed Under The Mountain but he knew it felt like an eternity since he first walked in side by side his siblings to the last time he even caught a glimpse of them. Definitely hours but had the day almost met its clock? It did not occur to him to stop and ask somebody for the time before ending a conversation to simply begin another at the spin of his heel. The faces of the newly introduced fae were all beginning to blend into one at this point. It could have also been the wine but Nikolai wouldn’t use that as an excuse. After catching up with Asteria, she informed him Draco was observing a couple of lesser fae get into it by the entrance of the feasting hall and that is exactly where the High Lord found himself walking to without a seconds thought. 

   And just as Asteria promised, Draco was indeed leaned up against a wall looking mildly entertained at a pair of lesser fae arguing loudly and incoherently to one another several feet away, more drunk than sailor. Nikolai positioned himself at his brother’s shoulder, his back also to the wall as he exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. “I was beginning to forget I had a brother seeing as how it has been forever since I last saw you,” Nikolai muttered under his breath. “Please pray tell, have you come up across anything interesting besides whatever nonsense these two are going off about?”

[thelovelymissparkinson]

Testing Testing

@alw6445

Pansy sipped at her tepid tea. She’d been waiting for him for hours It was utterly humiliating to have been stood up and she was about to leave when someone pulled out the chair across from her. She lifted her eyes to see who it was.

[littlest-winchester]

emma chewed on her lip as she usually did when she was nervous or thinking. things had been....off with her and draco since he’d kissed her. and she didn’t like it. she’d decided to text him and see if they could hang out. maybe at the very least get back to how their friendship had been. though she couldn’t deny that she wanted more. she let out a small sigh. she’d grabbed some movies that she thought he might not mind watching and grabbed some snacks in the movie room upstairs. she’d changed shirts at least four times to go with her shorts and she still wasn’t sure she was happy with it when the doorbell rang. emma momentarily forgot about worrying about the tank top she was wearing and practically skipped to the door. “hey! i’m glad you came over!” ( @viperoushearts )

[littlest-winchester]

emma smoothed her pink dress down. she was out in front of the carnival waiting for her boyfriend. she’d already seen a few of her friends around but she was looking forward to hanging out with draco at an actual carnival. she loved carnivals. she knew she needed to talk to draco about a few things anyway. she paced slightly until she saw the familiar blonde head and her smile brightened. “draco!” she called, waving at him. ( @viperoushearts )

[xscorpiusmalfoy]

“ Nothing is wrong. ” The teenage blonde groaned, sinking into the leather chair of their, many, family spaces. Something was V E R Y wrong. “ I have yet to receive my letter depicting my school supplies list for the Fourth Year. I am beginning to think that they do not wish for me to attend. “

{{ @mindthevoices | Cont. }}

[grangerswot]

Kitchen Confrontation | Hermione & Draco | June 12, 1998

"Be that way then, Ronald Weasley!” Hermione shouted. She spun on her heel and stomped away, furious more with herself than with Ron; she was the one who shouldn’t have kept pushing, not right now. The wireless broadcast had upset all of them of course, but probably none more than the two Weasley siblings. But even under the best of circumstances Hermione wasn’t known for her gentle nature, and these were hardly the best of circumstances. If only there was something she could do! She didn’t do well with inaction (studying and research counted as action in her estimation of course; she didn’t require physical action, but she couldn’t stand just sitting around pointlessly -- uselessly!) and her own temper was nearly as frayed as Ron’s.

But maybe there was something she could do. Hermione paused on her way upstairs, one foot hanging in the air over the third step, fingers clutching tight at the worn banister. She blinked, then turned around and clattered back down the stairs. Forgoing the book that she had intended to try (probably without success) to distract herself with, Hermione instead barreled into the kitchen. She’d seen the person she wanted (strong word -- but in this case...) to talk to in there on her way inside after her argument with Ron, although she hadn’t paid him any attention at first; he was the last person she wanted to see after a shouting-match with any of her friends, especially Ron. But perhaps...

Hermione burst through the door and shoved an open cupboard closed and out of her way without really noticing it was there, nor the loud bang it made as the wooden door connected with its frame. “Malfoy!” she snapped. “Stop fooling around with that and--” She jerked to a stop, eyebrows shooting up, as she processed the sight in front of her -- or tried to anyway. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing?” she demanded.