“doyouhaveanystomments,mr.malfoy?”kingsle

wnathim.post-wardraohadn’tevenspoken,justslumpedinthehair,hislongfingerspikingattherustedhainsthatwerespillingfromthesidesofthehair.(thehainshadnotboundhimtothehair,justlinkedabit.ginnyhadsaidthiswasagoodsign.)“theywantsomeobme.”

heoveredhishandwithhers,andtheywathedtogether,waitingasroundafterroundofwitnessesandstatementsrolledthroughtheourtroom.itwouldhavebeeneasytoknokthemapart,afterallthepeoplespeakinginhisfavor—harryhadsaidhowhewasamassivegitbutnotariminal,hermionegavesomeargumentbasedinthemugglejustiesystemhowheshouldn’tbetriedbasedonthesinsofthefather,andluna,dean,andollivanderhadallgottenonthestandtospeakabouthowheriskedhislifetobringextrafoodtothemdownintothedungeons.butdraodidn’tshowuptofight.

hestilllovesherjustasmuhashedidbefore,butnowit’sinadifferentway.helovesherbutbeyondthatheknowsher,soheknowsthatthewayshebitesdownonherlipmeansthatshe’sangryandstoppingherselffromshowingit.“it’sgoingtoworkout.draowillpullthrough.”

hedidn’tbringawyer.hedidn’tspeakupinhisowndefense.hejustsatthere,paleskinturnedsiklyundertheshineofthelights,waitingashissentenegothandeddowntohim.italwayshurtstoseewhatthewarturnedthemallinto,butthiswasbyfartheworst.

“that’stheproblem,isn’tit?”they’dbrokenupovertwomonthsago,aftertwoweeksofheatedlovethatfeltstiltedandwrong,untilthenightwhereshehadriedandexpinedhowsheloveshim,butthethingstheywentthroughmusthaveshapedthemsotheydon’tfittogetheranymore.abouthowtheyearapartmeantthatmaybetheyshouldn’thavetriedtopikupwheretheyleftoff.andalsothebeinginlovewithlunathing.“they’rebmingeveryonebutthemselves.”

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