thanks for the tag @shyinsunlight & @rowena-rain
ten lines from the middle of ten eight fics (and tagging anyone who sees this post and wants to do it)
As Tom watched Zabini press closer and dare to whisper in Harry’s ear once more, he recalled the times in his youth where was forced to show his strength. He thought of the lessons he had taught with blood. His nerves thrummed with the urge to rip, to tear, to kill.
‘Merlin’, he thought, completely horrified. ‘I’m pretty. I'm a goddamn twink.’
Dudley raised his hands. “Don't worry, I didn't say anything about the Dementias. I just said you saved me from a bum with a knife.”
“Actually, a bum with a knife in each hand,” Dudley amended.
Tom smiles, vulpine, as he slips out of Harry. He meant murder, though he supposes eyeball gouging would be a decent compromise. Harry truly is so clever.
Tom curled a glossy strand of hair around her finger. “I think I like you, Harry,” she said. “Yes, you're quite the breath of fresh air, I think.”
“Oh,” Harry said, mouth gaping unattractively, “Er…”
Tom’s mouth formed a little pout. “Well, Harry, don't you like me too?”
If anything, Malfoy reminds him of the yappy dog that belongs to the old lady down the street from him on Privet Drive who occasionally likes to run into the garden, bark at Harry, and pee on the rose bushes.
Potter hums, tapping at his notebook. “If I simply commence with the explanation I'll be passing over the five minutes I had allotted for ‘small talk and inquiring upon your health’.”
“I guess I don't get why someone would be so mean to someone if they liked them. Like I understand the concept, just seems counterproductive,” Neville mused.
He really was the sweetest fucking thing.
“You don't ever want to be mean to me? Even a little bit?” Theodore asked, staring at Neville's soft pink lips.
