If this feels odd to you because I've mostly been posting about Malfoid, then you just weren't here early enough, lol.
I was unironically simping hard for Cedrica before. She's like my second-favorite AU in this whole Malfoid thing.
The Moment They Both Broke part 2
Dracaena Malfoy sat alone in the corridor, staring at the floor. Her cheeks were still wet with tears.
Dracaena Malfoy: (No... no, no, no. This can't be happening...)
She clutched the front of her robes, her face taking on the saddest anime expression imaginable.
Dracaena Malfoy: (I don't want to lose him. I don't want Harry to hate me. I just... I just wanted him to like me.)
She wiped her tears and stood up.
Then, from the far end of the corridor, she saw him.
Harry Potter. Sitting alone on a bench.
Dracaena Malfoy: (There he is!)
Dracaena Malfoy: HARRY!
Harry turned toward her, his expression immediately hardening.
Harry Potter: Oh. What now? Is there anything you want?
Dracaena stopped in her tracks.
Dracaena Malfoy: Harry, I'm sorry, okay?
Harry Potter: For what? Haven't you done enough? Are you crazy?! Using the Cruciatus Curse on Hermione?! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!
Dracaena Malfoy: Harry, I'm sorry! All right?! I already apologized to her!
Harry Potter: NO! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU!
In a sudden burst of anger, Harry stood and punched Dracaena hard across the face.
THUD!
Dracaena stumbled backward, clutching her cheek.
Harry froze.
For a fraction of a second, something inside him flinched. He stared at his own fist, unable to believe what he had just done.
Dracaena slowly looked up at him.
Her eyes were wide. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
Dracaena Malfoy: ...I see.
Her voice was barely a whisper.
Dracaena Malfoy: You really hate me that much.
Harry Potter: Dracaena, I—
Dracaena Malfoy: I'm sorry, Harry.
She lowered her head.
Dracaena Malfoy: I won't bother you anymore. I won't come looking for you. You won't have to see me or meet me again.
Harry Potter: Wait—
Dracaena Malfoy: Goodbye, Harry.
She turned and walked away.
Harry remained frozen, watching her disappear around the corner.
He didn't follow her.
He couldn't.
Eventually, he returned to Gryffindor Tower and entered his room. The moment the door closed behind him, he looked down at his right hand.
Harry Potter: ...What?
His breathing grew unsteady.
Harry Potter: What the hell have I done?
He stared at his knuckles.
Harry Potter: Why did I punch her?!
He grabbed his wrist with his other hand, trembling.
Harry Potter: No. No, no, no, no...
His mind replayed the scene again and again. Dracaena apologizing. Her tearful face. The moment his fist struck her.
Harry Potter: She already apologized. She apologized to Hermione! She was trying to make things right!
He backed away until his legs hit the bed.
Harry Potter: And I... I hit her.
His voice cracked.
Harry Potter: I'm a terrible person.
He sank onto the edge of the bed, burying his face in his hands.
Harry Potter: I'm no better than the people I've always hated. I got angry, and I hurt someone who was already hurting.
He remembered the look in Dracaena's eyes when she said goodbye.
It was not anger.
It was heartbreak.
Harry Potter: I'm sorry, Dracaena...
He clenched his fists, then immediately opened them again, horrified by the memory of what he had done.
Harry Potter: I didn't mean to. I swear, I didn't mean to...
But he knew that wasn't enough. He had chosen to strike her, and no amount of regret could undo it.
Outside his window, the evening sky darkened.
Somewhere in Hogwarts, Dracaena Malfoy was crying alone, believing the boy she loved wanted nothing to do with her.
And Harry Potter sat in his room, crying too, realizing that in trying to punish her for hurting someone else, he had become someone he never wanted to be.
Harry Potter: Please... let me make this right.
But for the first time in his life, Harry had no idea how to save the day.
Mademoiselle Draconia Les Malfoy is one of a long line of Southern Belle's of prestigious Name and Notoriety, tracing her Lineage all the way back to the old French inhabitation of Southern Louisiana. She attends the Beauvois School of Esoteria and Magick, the most prestigious Magical School for the Well-to-do in the Americas.
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Arthur Weaselly after having to hear Molly and Ginny plan yet another sabotage of Harry and Malfoid relationship that will fail anyway because his chad of a son Ron will throw them in Azkaban again.
>Biddy Blas, I am Oliver Wood from planet Earth and I am quite fascinated by your podracers, I will let you fly on my firebolt if you let me ride your podracer then we can race how about that?
>Scrib Doon
>Of course, I will construct my own podracer and I will bet with you, and no I will not sell that pretty blond lady, she is called malfoid and she is happily married to a guy named Harry Potter
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>All right, I agree I will give you 2 of my 5 prized flyingbrooms from my collection in exchange
>Ding dong pookie, ding dong.
>Dont be a smug bastard.