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Gryffindor. Seeker.
Professional rule-breaker. Occasional saviour of the wizarding world.
Defiant by nature.
Sarcastic by necessity.
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+ actually. Or some other Slytherin.โ
I lean back slightly, regarding him with a mixture of suspicion and irritation.
โSo whatโre you doing up here, then? Donโt tell me youโve taken up astronomy.โ
I raise an eyebrow at that, my hand falling away from my wand.
โFunny. I was about to say the same thing about you.โ
My eyes flick to where heโd tucked the parchment away before returning to his face.
โIโve had plenty of detentions, Malfoy. Some of them thanks to you, +
he keeps his chin held high and his expression impeccably neutral, though a sarcastic smile threatens to curl the corner of his lips.
slowly, he slides the parchment into his robes, never taking his gray eyes off the boy.
"always so defensive, potter" draco says, his voice +
@vitaerus Never said they werenโt afraid of you, Tom. Just that they keep fighting you anyway.
All that effort frightening everyone into submission, and they still wonโt do as theyโre told. Must be frustrating.
@slytherinsices Hang on. So itโs Bellatrix youโre afraid of, not the murderous psychopath sheโs obsessed with himself?
Brilliant. Glad weโve got our priorities straight.
Have you gone entirely mental, Greengrass?
I suppose he wasnโt too bad-looking, if youโre into murderous maniacs who eventually lose their noses.
Merlin, as if his ego needed any more encouragement.
@torturedraco I turn at the sound of footsteps, one hand drifting instinctively towards my wand. my mood sours when I recognise that familiar blond hair.
โMalfoy.โ
Eyes flicker to the scroll in his hand before returning to his face.
โGoing to get us both detention again, are you?โ
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Iโm sat on the Astronomy Tower, glasses slipping down my nose, watching the castle grounds disappear into the darkness. Probably ought to be in bed, but Iโm not particularly tired.
Anyone else still awake?
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๐ด need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I press against you as much as possible, my hands tangled in your hair, trailing down your back โ clutching, holding, claiming you. Kissing you as deeply as possible, thinking: ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐.
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