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❛ I am— scorpius the dreadless.
I am— malfoy the unanxious . . .
what's the worst they can do?
bring back moldy voldy and
have him torture me? nope. ❜
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draco bites his lip before reaching out and grabbing harry’s arm.
“ my father . in azkaban . i just need to know how . . . he is . ”
god he’d prefer to be anywhere else right now than asking harry for anything.
any hint of kindness ( or pity ) for malfoy evaporates as quickly as it came.
' fine. i won't try to help you, y̶o̶u̶ m̶i̶s̶e̶r̶a̶b̶l̶e̶ g̶i̶t̶. i'll just do my job. '
because he's an auror now, and this is what aurors do.
his eyes were now locked with hers. he knew they shared a mutual exhaustion for the state of their worlds.
“ whatever . maybe watch where you’re going next time . ”
he couldn’t face her any longer. god, guilt feels like bloody shit.
he's a bit taken aback by the way malfoy recoils. perhaps part of him feels a little ashamed of himself.
but he doesn't flinch. he knows better. he has been burned too many times to trust.
' what do you want from me ? i can't help you. '
the blonde instinctively covered his dark mark with his other hand. he knew it was a mistake, it all was. now he has it permanently engraved in his skin.
“ tch. ”
he feels something drop within him, others weren’t aware how unwilling draco was in getting the mark back then.
his eye roll is as instinctual as it was during their school years. he’s not sure he could have stopped it if he tried.
‘ right. i have faith in that tattoo right there on your arm. ’
@enslavedpurity --
' it's all a rather convenient story for you, don't you think ? '
harry's not happy to see him. that's for sure. his brow is furrowed & his gaze is tinged with unmistakable suspicion. and maybe something a little darker.
+ He looked at the young woman, and a sort of guilt filled him. The source? He doesn’t know. Or maybe it was the pure blood war.
“I’m alright , but 𝙮𝙤𝙪. Are you …?”
His voice is soft, concerned. He had truly changed since the traumatic experience.
He felt a bump on his shoulder, and instantly knew who it was once the voice spoke. Just like the other, his resolve had somewhat mellowed out, his snarky retorts were a rare sight these days after the war. He looked up, eye bags evident upon his pale skin. +
She rolled her eyes at him.
“You think I’m that clever. I’ll take that as a compliment.”
She had no idea why she was even talking with the slytherin. She hardly found him that interesting.
her chuckle was a welcome response. he’s never heard it before.
“ i would’ve expected you to have completed the next two chapters of assignments , what a shock ! ”
She snorted.
“Really?” A simple chuckle escaped her lips, but not because she found it funny. She found it more ridiculous.
“Some of us choose to do homework and more important things.”
She added.
he scoffed . her retorts are always amusing , as expected .
“ those two can’t handle the prestige of a malfoy . it’s inevitable. ”
he pauses .
“ why aren’t you at hogsmeade ? ”
he wasn’t sure why he was asking , passing time , he supposed .
She turned around, frowned.
“They are in Hogsmeade if you must know. I don’t see your slaves around either.”
She had gotten used to the word mudblood, but that still hurts her to hear it. She just tried not to show it to him, to be weak.