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Inktober day 16, "Blunder"

Mismatched socks.

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Inktober day 8, "Reckless"

“I thought you left.” Harry said with a flat tone.

“And I thought you can't fly without your face hitting the ground in the end, Potter.” Malfoy said, waving a hand, eyes full of mischief. “You seemed to struggle more than usual today. Any idea why?” He was teasing. It was not like his usual demeanor, it's more held up but Harry was tired. He itched to punch the stupid prat, to draw blood. Harry didn’t hold back, not then. He caught Malfoy by the collar, pulling him closer, knuckles going white.

"Pain is so close to pleasure" on ao3 by neliellamatsuki

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Inktober day 25, "Inferno"

With zero comments about my fucked up wrist.

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Inktober D2

Discover (our favourite hp boys cuddling).

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Inktober day 13, "Drink"

"Just come back here and sit down, please. I just... I don't want you to do anything stupid."

"But I wanted to try it…" Harry rolled his eyes dramatically and slumped back down, acting disappointed. He reached through Draco to pop open another bottle of sider, number seven for tonight , and took a sip. His hips fell on Draco’s lap and he was sprawled down again, too tired to move. It would have been fine if his mind didn't drift to a very similar scene from years ago. He suddenly felt like a kid again, having nowhere to run but at least he was safe now. But you would love it if he does, would you not? the voice in his head whispered. Harry chased it off and threw a glance at Fred. "I will remember that. Next time you drink I'm snitching you to your mother."

"You're such a drama queen." Draco murmured and shook his head in amusement. He took a sip of his own cider, his lips glistened against the bottle. "You know, you're quite clingy when you're drunk," he teased.

"Pain is so close to pleasure" on ao3 by neliellamatsuki

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Inktober day 19, "Arctic"

The weekend before Valentine's day the students were allowed to visit Hogsmeade for the first time since the start of the new term. It was a surprise, weighting the situation. Panic did not help so everyone had decided to ignore the past events. Draco walked past the snickering couples and excited classmates ready to spend their sad amounts of allowances for sweets and hot chocolate. Bloody dates and disgusting pink at Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop. He hated it. He made himself hate it because he could not have it. And he was so jealous he was tempted to go out of his way to just ruin something. Make someone’s day miserable. But he didn’t. He had learned to control it. 

 The snow crunched under his boots as he walked down the alley leading to Honeydukes, the smell of different confections already filling his nostrils. Even through the scarf he had wrapped around himself. 

Draco had planned to come and spend the day with Pansy. Gossiping together at Madam Rosmerta’s but he had ditched her after Harry had asked him out. He himself was excited for what was about to come. Despite the conditions they were forced to spend the day under. Draco tried to look casual, like he was just walking through the village, looking for nothing specific in particular. He glanced at the windows of the shops on the way, his mind somewhere else, his heart beating a little faster with anticipation. 

"Pain is so close to pleasure" on ao3 by neliellamatsuki

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Inktober day 11, "Sting"

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Inktober day 28, "Skeletal"

"Moony, we have kids at the door!"