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This is a really long post so I put it under the cut! I haven’t put everything I could onto this post but if there’s things you want to read up on you can read more about the live with #カルライレポ2017 on twitter!
for the 500 mmc: Drarry or Dramionarry (I know, it's not a pairing... if that's not okay for you, than Wolfstar) <3
thank you!! i’m going to do Drarry <3
(sorry this got a bit angsty lol)
Draco escaped Britain after the war ended.
There were just too many awful memories here for him, from the Malfoy Manor where every step he took he could still see the Dark Lord’s shadows, to Hogwarts, where he was constantly reminded of Vince’s death, of Dumbledore’s death, of the final battle.
After roaming aimlessly in Europe for a while, he then left for the States and eventually landed himself in California.
L.A. was all sunshine and dry and so unlike England in many ways, which was supposedly a good thing because it was what he wanted to escape from. (Except, sometimes at late nights, he still missed his home.)
And it was a large enough city to get lost in, to hide himself, to start a new life and pretend nothing was wrong in his past seventeen years of life.
He didn’t miss anything. At all. Or so he told himself. He needed this clean break, this fresh start, and he definitely wanted to completely cut off everything in his past –
– except that a small voice inside him told him he didn’t. Not really. But he ignored it.
One day, he ran into someone oddly familiar as he drank at a local muggle pub.
Draco thought that he must be too drunk because his eyes was definitely playing tricks on him, since there was no way it’d be Harry Potter. Because what could the saviour of the wizarding world be doing here?
“Malfoy,” the Potter-looked-alike said, sounding surprised.
“Potter?!” Draco asked, incredulous, still wondering if this was some trickery. “What are you doing here?”
“Getting drunk. Running away from England.” Potter’s mouth twisted, “Same as you, I suspect?”
“What do you have to run away from?” Draco asked scathingly, unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice. “You won, remember?”
Potter just stared at him for a long time, before saying, “That doesn’t mean you’re the only that had awful memories of the war. Hell, I’ve Voldemort lived inside my head. I’ve been killed by him once. Did you think that was pleasant?”
Draco flinched, and Potter softened a bit and sighed, “Sorry. I’m just – tired is all. Of everything.”
Draco didn’t expected to feel any form of sympathy or understanding for Potter, but at that moment, he did.
Draco studied Potter – he indeed looked tired of it all. And at a closer look, Potter’s eyes looked like someone who’d been through too many things, like there were some complicated stories behind them.
They were deep and enchanting and drowning, and Draco found himself getting lost in those emerald green eyes – drowning in them.
It felt like free falling, unstoppable and irrevocably speeding up into something that was surely going to be disastrous.
“Malfoy, are you alright?” Potter asked, giving him a strange and concerned look, and suddenly, Draco felt like he couldn’t breathe.
“Yeah,“ he choked out, “I’m fine.“
He closed his eyes, but the image of Potter only became sharper in his mind, like some zoom-in camera, with every single detail of Potter’s irritatingly good looking face visible, and Draco knew that he was most definitely not fine.
After all, how could anyone be fine of coming to realization of falling in love with their archenemy?
Hi, I need more blogs to follow so if you blog these then reblog and I will stalk your blog and maybe follow you
- Twenty One Pilots
- Ed Sheeran
- All Time Low
- Dogs !!!
- Good eyebrows
- Aesthetic stuff
- Nice outfits
- Dylan O'Brien
- Johnny Depp
- Books, movies etc.
- Pretty pics
- Sunset photos
- Nice quotes
- I would say one direction but I have already 1d blog lol ( @captainjohvnnv )
- tbh i want active mutuals who i can talk to
June 26, 2017: digital painting. Self-Portrait - Rainbow.
The light coming through this window was so pretty. I finally went to Pride this year.
[image description: a painting of fat femme presenting nonbinary person with glasses and curly brown hair is wearing a dark dress, standing so you can see the profile of their face which is semi-illuminated by the sunset coming through a window. Their hand is reaching out to a stained glass rainbow heart that is hanging in the window. The only light source is the gold and blue-ish sunset coming through the window. Everything else is dark.]