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Draco's Journal
The dreams have been getting worse lately. Or nightmares, more accurately. At the rate things are going, I'm going to have to start taking dreamless sleep potions just to get some rest ( Read more... ) -
In Harry and Draco's Room...
Draco was curled up on the chaise lounge, flipping through wedding magazines. Merlin, he'd never have thought he'd be spending a lazy Saturday afternoon doing that. But it was pleasant enough- the room was quiet, with Summer down for her nap, and he was dressed in a comfortable pair of Muggle jeans and a soft, warm jumper, and the pale winter light ( Read more... ) -
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I must say, I'm rather surprised that Snape is actually teaching us to brew amortentia, seeing as it's under such tight Ministry controls. Supposing someone kept a batch?
It's an interetsing potion, though. But I AM a bit unclear on the use of the jasmine... do we crush the petals, or just bruise them? The text is rather vague. -
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Well. I have a new wand, and it's profoundly reassuring. Merlin, being without one is the most awful, nagging feeling; I'm glad I'me done with that. -
Um. Wow.
So my boyfriend is at the moment more of a... girlfriend. A rather... full-figured one at that. Well, well.
I can't decide if I should be upset or amused. And is it bad that I'm thinking of all the kinky possibilities associated with this? Because by Circe, you probably don't want to know any of what's going through my head right now... well, not ( Read more... ) -
In the RoR
Draco bit his lip and carefully rolled on to his side, not bothering to choke back the moan of pain the motion wrenched from him as the flex of still-healing muscles reopened the wounds on his back and he felt the trickle of blood down the skin. Draco curled up in a tight ball, staring longingly at the pain potion and wand sitting on the table. It ( Read more... ) -
In the RoR
Draco woke to sunlight, warmth, and pain. He bit his lip and carefully rolled on to his side so his weight wasn't on his still-healing back and saw Harry lying curled up beside him; apparently exhaustion had finally won out over misplaced nobility. Draco smiled slightly and laced his fingers with Harry's and rested his head against his chest, ( Read more... ) -
In the RoR
Draco groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. Everything hurt, and he wasn't even moving. He opened an eye and immediately closed it against the brighteness of the room.
Wait. Brightness. The dungeons were dark.
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Malfoy Manor
When the portkey finally let him go, Draco hit hard stone and stumbled, only just managing to catch himself before he fell. And he knew this stone, this darkness. He was in Malfoy Manor. Specifically, the lowest level dungeons, the fourth cell on the left. He was quite familiar with it.
( Dungeons. Daphne. )