All the dreaded cards foretell.
Shall be paid, but from this night
Not a whisper, not a thought.
Not a kiss nor look be lost.I have been reading muggle poetry lately, by myself or in Ginny’s delightful company, who has patiently suffered me to read to her and graciously pretended to like it. I am grateful
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I'd tell you that I could listen to your voice all day if I didn't think your ego would inflate just that much more.
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That isn't a fucking option.
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Don't concern yourself Draco.
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