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Draco was laying on his bed in his room. His shirt was off and he was looking at the mark on his arm for what must have been the three hundreth time. He always did that when he was worried about something. Even before he had the mark placed there he looked at that part of his arm, imagining what it would be like to have one.
He had heard about Lily and Jonathan's conversation on the radio. He trusted Lily, he did. And Jonathan, well...most of the time he did. He wasn't mad or anything, Lily was allowed to talk to whoever she wanted. He was a little...displeased. He hated feeling jealous. It was weak. Or at least that's what his father told him.
"Ugh. This sucks." he grumbled. He grabbed a pillow and wrapped his arms around it for comfort. He wished it was Lily.
((Feel free to talk to him. I'm gonna have to slowplay though.))
He had heard about Lily and Jonathan's conversation on the radio. He trusted Lily, he did. And Jonathan, well...most of the time he did. He wasn't mad or anything, Lily was allowed to talk to whoever she wanted. He was a little...displeased. He hated feeling jealous. It was weak. Or at least that's what his father told him.
"Ugh. This sucks." he grumbled. He grabbed a pillow and wrapped his arms around it for comfort. He wished it was Lily.
((Feel free to talk to him. I'm gonna have to slowplay though.))