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[draco-theslytherinprince]

Something More

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❝ i should have fought for something more. ❞ Draco said aloud.

       Fingers comb through his blonde tresses of hair as his head remains on her lap, Pansy sighing softly while waving the floating newspaper aside to give her partner her full and upmost attention. “Did you have another dream of Hogwarts, Draco dear?” It was a growing concern, a nagging concern seeing how it has been affecting him. The two of them have episodes where the past seems to create a cloud of melancholy that was bloody hell to rid of no matter how much one tried. “Come now.. What’s on your mind?”

Draco’s let out a breath, more comfortable than he’d been since returning to the Wizarding World. It was because of her, Pansy. And he hadn’t been all the kind to her since... well... ever.

His gaze shuttered, not wishing to discuss his post war psychosis. He took hold of a lock of her hair and tugged her closer. “I wanted to know what you thought of me now.”

[possiblymuggleborn-blog]

Something fancy

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Graham headed down Diagon Alley when he had spotted an eldery witch staring in a window. Normally stuff like this didn’t bug him too much, but the sweet old witch had been hunched over holding a toad with an equally tiny hat. It somehow, all, just reminded him of Neville. The woman’s green eyes had been staring to sadly at the purple hat in the window that he caught himself in a moment of weakness. He had gone inside, and bought her the hat. Giving it to her once he got outside. He had never seen someone’s eyes light up that much before. They had a talk and before he knew it, he decided to hire the lovely lady as a keeper at Pansy’s potionshop. He also got Pansy something.

He had trouble opening the door, being far too stubborn to put down his hatbox, and business briefcase. After struggling loudly with the door, Pansy probably laughing her ass off inside, he finally stumbled inside. 

“Pansy, I got you something!!” he called out, placing the hatbox down on the table, holding arms out proudly with a grin. “Also hired a someone for your shop. But lets focus on the important thing first, this gift...!”

It was the biggest hat he could find!

[youngluciusmalfoy]

☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them .

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↼♕⇀ Normally Lucius would be mad about getting caught in the rain. His hair was getting messed up, his clothes absolutely soaked and ruined. Things that he didn’t like or really have the patience for. He would have just avoided the rain all together but he was with Pansy and he couldn’t do absolutely everything he wanted to do. A small grunt left his lips as the rain all of a sudden picked up, pushing his hair out of his face. He eventually looked over at Pansy and chuckled as he noticed her getting soaked as well. “I’m gonna blame this on you. I guess those extra few minutes to fix your hair didn’t pay off.” Lucius mused before tugging her towards a dry spot under an awning. 

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[littlesilverprince]

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GURL. THIS IS JUST COMMON SENSE AT THIS POINT.

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      The lights flicker and Pansy groans in the darkness, pushing her face deep into the cushion of her pillow before sulking onto her feet. It must be time for laundry – and as she walked down the hallway and turned left brows furrowed together. A visitor? No one has dared to since her incarceration.

        “Theo?” She questions to the mere stranger staring back at her. Pansy took a seat in her booth as a magical barrier separated the two for safety precautions. “Have you come from the news articles accusing me of poisoning Zabini? Or are you here for personal reasons? I.. I haven’t seen anyone since the arrest.”

“Hi, Pansy,” Theo says, giving her friend a smile that she hopes is encouraging rather than tentative.

“I came to see you, actually,” she says. “I’ve been in Aquitaine for weeks, up to my elbows in mud. I only heard what happened when I came home yesterday and looked through all the papers I’d missed.”

Personally, she doesn’t believe a word of what the Aurors are saying. She can’t think of any reason for Pansy to poison Blaise, and besides, the other woman is too clever to have been so easily caught. If Pansy truly wanted someone dead, she’d surely have come up with a more reliable plan.

[staarmaiden]

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DUA STARTERS —- garden

” nothing’s ever perfect in paradise ;; don’t know what it’s worth until you pay the price. when you bite your tongue does it draw blood ? “

[thievingsnatcher]

"Thank God breathing!"

                          IT WAS SATURDAY EVENING. The plan was to go meet Pansy for a drink in Knockturn Alley  ( yeah, he had somehow grown fond of her – she was one of the few people he could actually talk to )  after he was done with his shift, but he never came. Something went horribly wrong.                                                    It’s so cold. Fuck, no.                                                                Not now. Not now.                               Scabior was laying on the forest ground, unconscious &. his body was already terribly pale &. cold. Multiple splinters of wood were stuck in his torso, most of them rather small,  but there was a big one that had impaled his side. Apparently, there had been some sort of explosion. It looked ugly. Blood had already soaked Scabior’s clothes and seeped into the earth beneath him, but he was still ALIVE  ( unlike the fellow Snatcher who’s chest was pierced by a massive splinter ). He tried to fight against this coldness trying to spread &. steal his breath, but it was getting harder with each passing second.                                       And then there was . . . warmth. A familiar voice?         Grey eyes opened &. Scabior panted for breath, flinching &. twisting his face in pain with a stifled groan. A trembling hand touched his aching side, staining his fingertips red. Oh shit, that was bad. He couldn’t even speak, only wheeze and gasp pathetically in pain &. look at Pansy helplessly. Defeated. Scared. A look usually no one got to see on the Snatcher’s face.

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 “Honestly?” She asked with a raised brow, a bit shocked by the news. “Ye got yerself knocked up? Who is the Daddy?”

“Remember Andrew Fawley? He was a year ahead of us, back in school. Played Chaser on the Quidditch team. We dated for a bit,” Theo said. “Then he dumped me when Dad got arrested.”