#pvrebled

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  “Statically speaking one in five witches and wizards will become a serial killer, but less than one percent give or take of that is made up of Slytherins. Ironically it’s typically ones who were overlooked by all magical schools or Ravenclaws” Hanna spoke as she worked on the pot of soil in front of her. She quite enjoyed Herbology, though she was a bit mad at having to take it for the eighth time, but after the war-- there was no way to salvage what had been the clusterfuck of their seventh year. So instead she sat next to Draco Malfoy for what felt like the hundredth and yet oddly the first time, working on a pair assigned project.    “Pass me the trowel?” They were planting Venomous Tentacula and were expected to grow it into it’s mature stage as well as keep it alive for their midterm grade. She couldn’t expect to become a healer if she failed at doing this simple task, now could she? 

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@pvrebled​ didn’t ask for this but get’s it anyways

❝ Mr. Malfoy,  would you mind staying back a moment? ❞

          Aurelia stands at the front of the class,  a bundle of papers in her hands while the rest of the students begin filing out to head to sleep.   After all,  this class is best at midnight and most students want nothing more than to return to the comfort of their beds.   Large blue eyes glance from his submitted star chart in her hands to Draco. 

          She takes a seat on the tops of one of the desks close to him,  paging through the papers once more before letting them settle in her lap.   ❝ These...  are quite good,  Draco. ❞   His work surpasses his peers in it’s details.  Aurelia can’t help but be perplexed.   ❝ Which is why...   I’m surprised how disinterested you seem during class. ❞

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Upon returning to Hogwarts for her final year, Hermione was tasked with a few things. First, her new Head Girl status. She’d always expected to be granted the title, but after the war, she had been unsure to accept it. In the end, she had done so knowing she would regret it if she hadn’t. And then there was the fact of helping the troubled kids after the war, namely: Death Eater kids. Hermione was not so thrilled with that task, but she accepted it all the same. Headmistress McGonagall was sure to be disappointed in her if she did not.

So now they were back at school and they’d been there for a week. Hermione was quietly keeping and eye on those specific students, all the while taking control of her studies and classes. There was one fellow student in particular that she had her eye on. Draco Malfoy. He’d become quieter in all the years she’d known him and he kept his head down. She supposed she could not blame him after his participation in the war. He had take the Dark Mark, after all. It was a miracle enough he had been allowed in the school, but she knew he was not allowed to actually perform any magic. It must be tough, she thought as she was to join him in Transfiguration. They were being paired off and she’d been placed with Draco. Hermione had to wonder if McGonagall had done that on purpose. She had spoken with her many times and knew that one of the Headmistress’s goals was to unite the houses. Hermione knew she better start doing that.

“Hello,” Hermione said quietly as she was the one who had to join Draco. He hadn’t made an effort to join her. She should hate him, deep down she knew that she couldn’t. He had been vile to her, called her all sorts of awful things and yet she could not bring herself to be nasty to him in return, not anymore at least. They transfiguration they were expected to do today was turn an object into an animal, tough magic even for her. Draco would not be able to perform the spell, but he would watch and study. Maybe one day he would be able to perform magic again if he proved himself to society. “Are you ready for us to begin? I was thinking of transfiguring that chair there into a hedgehog. What do you think?”

[progenyofprongs]

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                    "Stop calling me 'Potter'! How many times do I need to repeat myself? I want nothing to do with that family!"

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I’m not afraid of you.

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Neville was grown up now. True he had been through it all. First with his parents, then with the bullying from students. Even his own friends at some points, but now he was taller and stronger things didn’t scare him that often anymore. His level of caring about what people said was low. So when the Syltherins walked past him that morning, and one made a comment he just flipped them off and said. “Good to see you too.” Though he noticed that Draco hadn’t said anything out of the group, just looked up and away. Maybe things were becoming more tense because of the Death Eaters. Neville didn’t really know. He just kept walking to his next class. He felt pity for Draco, his parents were able to communicate true unlike Neville’s, but they were awful. Everyone knew it.

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"Here's a thought, Dray." Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Eris closed her textbook rather harshly and lent over the table, giving her cousin a pointed glare. Draco’s attitude and outlook on who she socialized with was nothing new, but she was growing tired of it. Sure, she had entertained this game when they were younger, hurling her own insults at him and even asking the Weasley twins to help pull a prank or two on Draco, but she was tired.

 "You keep your own opinions to yourself. I know it's a crazy notion, but I'm not in much of a mood to entertain you and your giant ego."

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Draco

﹟ severe injury﹕ sender comes to receiver after being severely injured . / during the war mayhaps ?

It wasn't an odd occurrence for Kreacher to wake Eris up in the middle of the night, telling her someone was waiting for her. At least not now. Grimmauld was open to the Order and to anyone else who needed help- She’d never turn anyone away, she had set her foot down about that fact when Sirius had died, leaving her heir. Much to Dumbledore’s dismay. 

Wrapping her robe tightly around her body, Eris made her way into the kitchen, curious as to who had showed up. Shock caused her to stop her movements for a moment when she saw her cousin standing here, her eyes cautiously moving over him as though she had been imagining him until she caught sight of the blood. Without a second thought, Eris moved forward, her arms quickly wrapping around his side to help support his weight. “Merlin Draco. Kreacher go get me warm water, cloths and lots of slave and a healing draught.” She looked up at her cousin for a moment as she began to move them to one of the sitting rooms. “Who did this.”

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“ but why me? ” / some year six angst mayhaps ?

A tense silence stretches between them, and Severus swallows back the harsh words intended to keep the boy in line. So far his attempts to aid him had been met with nothing but defiance and misplaced pride - something he had no trouble stomping down - but when that particular question is voiced, his own mask slips for just a few seconds. 

               ❝ Because you are your father’s son - ❞  in so much more than blood only. Severus recognized so much of his father in Draco, things that made him admireable, as well as things that would almost certainly lead to his downfall. 

                            ❝ You don’t get to determine the circumstances, but you can determine the outcome.... if you play your cards right. ❞ He cant afford to be sentimental, even if he wanted to, but there is no malice in his voice. However harsh his words may sound, they are meant to encourage.