eight character traits: harry potter edition
      ∟ draco malfoy

hes-just-a-boy:

I can’t steal his heart, but I can steal back mine.

I didn’t want to say that getting back with Ron was my way of getting revenge on the blonde, but it was. There was no denying it really. Over the course of a few months, I’d gotten to know Draco better than most of his house-mates. But apparently that didn’t matter to him. None of it meant a thing to him. This fact bothered me the most, how could it not mean anything to him? It meant everything to me. No. No it didn’t. Not any more. If he wants to forget it ever happened, then that’s fine by me. I won’t pretend I’m not upset, but I can’t dwell on it. I can’t drown in self-pity, I shan’t. I’ll always have this small connection to Dra-Malfoy, a few pleasant months of ignorance. But now I have to take the time to heal. If I can’t have his heart, then he can’t have mine.

-obliviatee:

Everyone in the courtyard was silent. Harry potter is dead. The war is over. Voldemort’s won. Now all that’s left is for everyone to chose their side. 
“Draco” Lucius Malfoy spoke across the courtyard, his voice scratched and ragged. 
“Come, Draco”
All eyes turned towards the blond haired figure standing very still amongst the rest of his peers, who had shifted a few steps away from him. But there were only one pair of eyes Draco wished to meet. The eyes he had spent hours gazing into. The eyes he loved so much. Her eyes. Hermione Grangers eyes.

He lifted his head ever so slightly, scanning the crowd, longing to connect with her. There she was, looking right at him, her eyes no longer a warm chocolate brown, just hollow ordinary eyes. Exhausted. Sad. Dead. Just like so many of the ones she loved. Did she still love him? Had she pushed all the memories of the past few months away? Did she blame him for all of this? 
Just then, Draco caught a glimpse of a single tear fall from her eye, and her lips gave a little twitch, and he knew then what he had to do. 
Everyone was still quiet, and Draco’s parents were waiting earnestly for him to cross to their side. To the Death Eaters. 
The students around Draco had made a straight path for him to join his family, but it was pointless. Draco had no intentions of following in his parents mistakes. 
Instead, he pushed his way through the crowd, not taking his eyes off her for a second until he was right in front of her. Taking her hand in his, he planted a kiss on her cut lips, tasting her blood. It was in no way dirty.

First fic I’ve written, let me know what you think ? xo

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