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Draco wasn't home when the owl came but the message was simple.
Lucius has gone missing and he's believed to be dead.
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It was rough. They were still barely talking, avoiding one another more often than not and, his choice and not hers, they hadn't been intimate since before he attacked her. He couldn't handle it. To see that fear in her eyes, the way she tensed, prepared to flee if he did it again ( Read more... ) -
Locked to Pansy - A note left
Blossom,
I need to know. Are we through? Have you given up on what we've shared? Do you want to return my ring and be free of me? I know I live in your home but if that is what you wish, I will go. Merely say the word.
I do love you. I need you. But it's your life and your happiness. What do you want?
Your Dragon,
Draco -
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For days, for over a week, they had been tip-toeing around one another in that lavish apartment. He'd taken to spending hours at his parents home, Father still asking for Narcissa and, if he had been any other, it would have started to break his heart. Instead he had hidden away in the lab his Father had had Grandda build during his school days. ( Read more... ) -
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He'd only returned home for a moment. Long enough to find the cages empty and his toys gone. Now he was in the basement of Malfoy Manor, hidden in the lab that years ago his Father had made for Severus. Pacing the smoothed stones, the walls just as worn smooth. The scent of herbs filled the air and he was mumbling, plotting and still near violently -
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He took Pansy's hand, pulling her close with a tender kiss. "I know it's cheesy and we'll be spending Christmas actually with my father but... one night in Paris for the holidays seems perfect to me ( Read more... ) -
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He was nervous. Shifting from one foot the other, glancing at the pocket watch he carried. She should be there. Soon.
He hoped.
And so he waited in the lobby of the hotel, choosing one of the finer in London that they might be on more equal footing then in Miami Beach where he lived now. -
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I think it's getting to be that time again. Though, first, I'm tempted to seek out one thing that has eluded me for so long.
My Father's wand. I checked and it was not destroyed when he went to Azkaban. I know that Voldemort had it at one point.
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I slipped up. Told Pansy last night I loved her.
No, the mistake is not that I lied. I didn't. I do love her.
It was in telling her. In admitting feelings and emotions than can not just be used against me but against her as well.
Bloody Hell, Malfoy. Way to bugger it up again. -
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The broken body lay at his feet, abandoned under the overpass without too much trouble. No sense leaving the body in London after all. And with the easy access of the nexus, it wasn't that hard to lure Goyle to the horrid city.
To lure him to his death.
In his hands he held the ring, the stones sparkling in the minimal light. Pansy's. He'd given ( Read more... )
