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hannah

@springairs

19 ♡ scotland

Quiet

Spending an evening writing essays in the library isn't the most thrilling of things to do with your boyfriend. So when Harry begs Draco for a break, he's more than happy to oblige — just not in the way Harry had in mind.

Fated

The last place Harry expects to find his soulmate is in Azkaban.

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“Hello,” Harry tries again. “What are you doing up?”
“Can’t sleep in this place.” Malfoy smiles slightly, and Harry can’t help but be a little creeped out by the way his lips curl. “I’ve finally went fucking insane, then?” he asks, every word posh and delicate and slow, like he’ll break something other than silence if he raises his voice too much.

How ‘Bout a Dance?

They dance until they’re the only two left in the club, when the band’s finished playing and the bar is shut up. Astoria’s head is on Draco’s shoulder and they waltz around the Speak, the dim lights making everything feel just right.
He doesn’t think twice about asking her back to his, and she doesn’t hesitate when she says yes
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KID WATCHING THE VIDEO: This guy’s not not tied to his rope… this - dude, this guy’s crazy, does he have a death wish or somethin’? Oh my gosh! Doesn’t he have like a wife and kids at home???

[parachute opens up to reveal it is rainbow]

KID, IN EXACT SAME TONE: Doesn’t he have a husband and kids at home???

happy pride

Yes, come on in!

Yes, yes, come in to my cabin, watch your step please.

You Have A Lovely Hombe

Thank you, Horace. Sit, make yourself at hombe. Or would you like to play a game of Billiards in my special room over here?

Oh I Just Love To Play Balls

We’ll get along splendidly, then.

Some wine?

Oh Enough Chit-Chat And Lets Talk Creams.

Go on.

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Well I Just Love Creams. Well They Taste Good. And. Oh The Texture An-

*Shrnf…*

Smells Of Steel.

*All pretense and friendly affect is dropped, eyes fixing coldly on the boar*

*Advances*

Well I Simply Knew All A Long

*And Horace Delivers A Series Of Funny Kicks And Rageful SMACKS To The Assailant’s Solar Plexus And Hip Bones*

AAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! DEFL…AAAA…a.aa….aaating….

Hm Hm Hm That Aought To Teach You Scoundrel

*Horace Turns His Handsome Snout To Face YOU*

Rememboar: Dont Go In A Strangor’s House Or Something I Forget

Your hands are scarred from murder (and yet I trust them completely)

Every part of Draco’s body aches, he’s pretty sure his nose is halfway to broken, and he longs to slip into a piping hot bath with a bottle of wine. And maybe some cheese, if he has the coin.