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Cooling his Heels || Draco and OPEN

Draco was bored. They’d gone to the Ministry because father was going to take him to the Department of Magical Games and Sports so he could have a behind-the-scenes peek at the plans for the upcoming World Cup. But Cornelius Fudge had spotted them on their way in and whisked father off for “just a quick word, my boy, just wait here–shan’t be long!” It had been twenty minutes already and the “word” wasn’t over yet. Draco wished that he’d brought along a book; even with the promised look at the arrangements for the World Cup still to come, he was bored.

While he’d seen lots of familiar faces as he sat in the lobby waiting for father to reappear, he hadn’t expected to see anyone his own age–anyone potentially interesting. The sight of a fellow student of Hogwarts was as welcome as it was unexpected; maybe they weren’t friends, but at least she was someone to talk to.

“What are you doing here, then?” Draco asked without preamble, spreading his hands in curiosity–a gesture sure to catch the young witch’s eye even if she somehow hadn’t already noticed him sitting there.

3

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You knew something was wrong. You always had the ability to know when Matt was upset about something. You rolled over, “Okay, what’s wrong?” You asked, staring at his face.

He shook his head, “Nothing’s wrong. It’s late, you should be sleeping.”

“So should you.”

He sighed, knowing that you wouldn’t give up, “I just… I’ll never know what you look like. I’ll never get to see your smile, the way your eyes light up; I’ll never get to see you… I’ll never get to see anything.”

It hurt to see him in such a fragile state; knowing that there was nothing either of you could do to really help or comfort him. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into your embrace, “I don’t know how hard this is for you, Matt, but I do know that I will always be here for you. You’re not alone with any of this.”

With his lips against your neck, he mumbled a small thanks, “I love you, (y/n).”

Trying to explain gifsets to my dad
  • Dad:What the hell is that on your screen?
  • Me:It's a gifset.
  • Dad:
  • Me:Several gifs put together in a post.
  • Dad:
  • Me:Gifs are moving pictures.
  • Dad:Like Harry Potter pictures?
  • Me:I... yeah, pretty much.
  • Dad:Why does it do the same thing over and over?
  • Me:They're not really Harry Potter pictures. They're not sentient or anything.
  • Dad:Oh.
  • Dad:
  • Dad:
  • Dad:
  • Dad:Well what's the point of them, then?

my parents freak out when i have friends online bc they’re convinced everyone is creepy and untrustworthy
and they just invited four strangers to sleep in our house tonight
parenting at its finest, folks