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                                   n o  m o r e  l o n e s o m e s .

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Dramione AU | Beauty and the Beast : Hermione has heard of horrible rumours about the beast living in this manor. They said he is but a curse causing the much poverty and sickness over Wiltshire. They said he has eaten the beloved Malfoy family long ago but still held their only son captive. They said the beast is nothing but a monster full of hate and ugliness in his heart.

But, she's unsure now. Hermione is confused per se. For months she's been given nothing but warmth and comfort. She's been eating delicious food since the day she came, given and always dressed in fine, silk clothing, and always had the privilege to read as much as she wanted in the known Malfoy library. If this beast was indeed the monster everyone had feared, how come is she still alive?

And this beast, he bothered Hermione in a way. How he would make her mind tick in their discussions over Wizarding and Muggle literature. How he would laugh at one of her horrible attempts at jokes if they had nothing much to do. And his smirk. And his smile. The grey eyes. Sometimes when she looks at him, Hermione Granger reminds him of the long Draco Malfoy.

This beast reminds her of Draco Malfoy that she thinks...maybe everyone had been wrong.

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“I don't know”..."how I possess enough strength to dominate the disastrous effects of that idleness, and still possess an absolute lucidity of mind as well as a perpetual hope for fortune, happiness and calm.” (x)

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But Victor was certain of one thing: he wasn’t leaving here without his turn. He wouldn’t go back to the apartment and watch Eli joyfully saw at his skin, marvel at this strange new immortality he hadn’t even tried that hard to find. Victor wouldn’t stand there and coo and take notes for him.

Victor Vale was not a fucking sidekick.

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In a manner of speaking semantics won't do in this life that we live we only make do

and the way that we feel might have to be sacrified

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What is it with a girl and a boy with beautiful beginnings end like shattered mirrors on a cemetery ground?

A story like that is a either a curse by the heavens or a mercy from hell.

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Is it that we collectively thought Steve Jobs was a great man, even when we knew he made billions off the backs of children? Or maybe it’s that it feels like all our heroes are counterfeit. The world itself’s just one big hoax. Spamming each other with our running commentary of bullshit masquerading as insight, our social media faking as intimacy. Or is it that we voted for this? Not with our rigged elections, but with our things, our property, our money. I’m not saying anything new, we all know why we do this, not because Hunger Games books makes us happy but because we wanna be sedated. Because it’s painful not to pretend, because we’re cowards. Fuck society.