Pathetic

XI. Forgotten

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The end of the war wasn’t long ago yet it still felt like decades had gone by. Even further in the past were his early years at Hogwarts. Every once in a while, Draco would think back to the boy he used to be. There’s lots he felt regret for. 

But deep inside, he still sometimes missed him. The way he used to not have to worry. The future, something in the distance he needn’t bother with. Back then he felt on top of the world, untouchable.

Above all he felt jealous. The way his younger self could so easily feel joy in a way he would stop being able to. Angered at how it became like letting himself stop to bask in glee would sever his presence in the present. So those jubilant moments had to be hidden away.

Later to be forgotten. 

Or were they stolen from him?

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My sheylas 💛

Inspired by my fanfic, To Be Loved Is To Be Changed, and It Was All Just A Game by Write_me227

environmental storytelling

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For the requests — Scar, if you feel like it! Anything really, maybe desert duo chilling or just his skin you like the most

some desert duo chillin from the recent hermitcraft eps!

VII. Yawn

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After the first accidental encounter with Potter in the kitchen, they kept running into each other. At first Draco thought nothing of it. He got in, made his tea while Potter’s loud machine worked, got his breakfast, and got out.

One day, Potter said, “I made extra, want some?” And Draco stayed around while they ate in silence.

The next day it repeated and before he knew it, they started eating breakfast together.

Draco would go in while the growling machine spat out coffee and the frying pants sizzled. He made tea while Potter loaded their plates. They atd together almost like in school but now at the same table. Across from him, Potter’s hair was still a mess but he wore his sleeping clothes; still bare feet and eyes red from sleep.

Throughout the meal he’d yawn and zone out. But everyday he was in the kitchen and everyday Draco showed up.

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prompt a day May - day 7, yawn

a continuous story! earlier parts here

They Apparate directly there. Side-Along.

Draco releases Potter's arm. He's crumpled the sleeve of Potter's shirt.

Grimmauld creaks into view, but it's little more than a brick facade.

The windows and door are gone. In their place, yawning voids, dark as night.

They climb the steps. An inky breeze beckons.

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emptying and reloading a gun with practiced efficiency so you think i'm an expert marksman but you later find out that's just how i stim

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