𝓓𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝓜𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚘𝚢

Going after family was the unforgivable sin as far as he was concerned.

Draco shrugged, but he did wonder if she was being entirely honest about not taking offense. “Besides, there are bigger reasons for me to dislike Potter and Weasley. Personal ones.” His expression contorted with the anger he felt. “They were responsible for what happened to my father.” ~

terribly boring prospect for Hogwarts.

The Slytherin found himself lost in the bizarre maze of this girl’s mind that her remark about blood purity startled him. Pureblood wizards numbered far fewer than half bloods, so her lineage wasn’t surprising.

“Most wizards and witches are half-bloods.” ~

those he felt were lesser than he or those who assumed some moral superiority like Potter.

“There would be no Quidditch without it.” This girl had strange ideas. “You really think removing competition would bring us together?” Draco posed his question with a sarcastic drawl. It sounded like a ~

Draco frowned at the notion that competition didn’t make people better. “My father says competition drives us to excel.” Undoubtedly, Lucius would deem everything this girl said a load of tosh, or something to that effect. For Draco, competition could motivate particularly when it meant crushing ~

a close up of a woman 's face with her mouth open and her eyes closed . ALT: a close up of a woman 's face with her mouth open and her eyes closed .

Your smile is one of the best weapons you have.

Use it— !

between Slytherins and Gryffindors if you like.” Draco shrugged casually as if to dismiss his anger at the Weasleys as a very small thing.

being praised for just living.” He shook his head with disgust, barely registering the chocolate frog clasped in his hand.

“I could go on, but I imagine it wouldn’t be that interesting to you.” Though maybe it would given the amusement alight in her eyes. “Chalk it up to the bitter rivalry ~

they associated with like Granger.

“He’s always sucking up to that Potter.” Draco spat out the words with such bitterness that perhaps if he had the wherewithal to search inward, he might have wondered if this wasn’t getting closer to the heart of his issues. “Always pretending to be the heroes, ~

Muggle-loving traitors to wizard-kind.” The words might have been his father’s, as Lucius lauded every aspect of pure blood identity. In the elder Malfoy’s view, the Weasleys betrayed reverence for wizarding ways by their association with and defense of Muggles, as well as those of impure families ~

No one dared ask Draco why he despised Ron. Now faced with that very question, which veritably shocked the Slytherin, caused him to fail to recall the litany of reasons he loathed the Weasley clan. Consequently, his response was not as persuasive as it might have been.

“The Weasley clan are ~

stammered out his acceptance with a mumbled “thanks” included. “Draco Malfoy.” He added his name by way of introduction, looking expectantly at the Ravenclaw.

pretended not to notice. This particular Ravenclaw appeared wholly amused and completely unperturbed, which threw Draco off his usual rhythm, which included taking what he wanted from those weaker than he. How…surprising to discover this Ravenclaw offering to share.

“Oh, I…yeah, sure.” He ~

Instead of blurting out that no one asked her opinion, Draco found himself justifying the interaction. “I assure you…they deserved it.” And worse. The Weasleys always wormed their way out of consequences, much to his frustration. Usually, witnesses to his tense moments scurried away after or ~

of Gryffindors was the sound of laughter. A quick glance around confirmed it came from a brunette seated at the table over from his in the Great Hall. “Glad we could provide you with some amusement.” His words lacked their usual bite as he regarded her curiously.

Leave it to those red-headed Weasleys to get under his skin like no other. Draco sneered at the retreating back of Ron, always glued to the side of the chosen Potter as if it was his ticket to fame and fortune. What finally drew him back to the present and away from dark thoughts about the pair ~

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ɴᴇᴡ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ | ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴏ ʀᴘ
ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ | sʜɪᴘs ᴡ/ᴄʜᴇᴍ

#HPRP #RP #OC
ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ: #Ғαɛяιɛ

— ↻ & ♡ —

Aᴍᴇʟɪᴀ Lᴏᴄᴋᴡᴏᴏᴅ

Dana Scully in black and white

❛𝓝othing happens in contradiction to
nature, only in contradiction to
what we know of it.❜

༻ —— ༺

a character study of
dana scully.
↠ au & crossover friendly.
↠ mdni. #xfilesrp

.ೃ࿐ "𝘕𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺."

#HollowCrownRP
#ShakespeareRP
#HistoricRP
~ MS/MV/AU
~ 21 + MDNI
~ NSFW/Dark Themes
~ Bisexual-no lean
~ Ships w/Chem
~ Historic/Modern
~ Writer Lit/Descrp
~ DM to plot
~ Penned by #Mileeva

♡ & ↻

ㅤㅤㅤ❝𝐴 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑠
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠.❞

⸻ 〔 💀 〕 𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐘𝐀𝐗𝐋𝐄𝐘.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ↬ #𝗁𝗉𝗋𝗉 ; oc
ㅤ unruly. venomous snake. fae.
mature themes ; 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾.

a man in a suit is looking down in the dark . ALT: a man in a suit is looking down in the dark .

❝You realise that I am on my way downstairs to interrogate your wife, Cattermole?❞

Corban Yaxley. Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Pure blood wizard. Undercover death eater. Father of three. Mature themes and trigger warnings. Ships with chemistry.

the pair scrambled hurriedly around the nearest corner. Instead, his mind returned once more to the letter, making him unaware of the presence of a familiar Gryffindor.

distracted Draco Malfoy dodged a couple of first year Hufflepuffs, barely missing a collision with the startled students who cast apprehensive glances in his direction.

“Boo.” The single word was enough to send them scurrying away from the older Slytherin, but Draco derived no satisfaction as ~

@hermione.on.computer Clutched tightly in his right hand was a small envelope with neat handwriting, a hint of paper peeking from beneath the flap. Hurriedly, his hand shoved the envelope into his Hogwarts cloak pocket. Though out of sight, the contents lingered heavily in his mind, and a very ~

▕⃝⃤
ϟ ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴏɴᴇ ᴊᴇᴀɴ ɢʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ
ϟ ᴍᴜɢɢʟᴇ-ʙᴏʀɴ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ
ϟ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ɢʀʏꜰꜰɪɴᴅᴏʀ
▕⃝⃤
ϟ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ & ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ
ϟ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ
ϟ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ
▕⃝⃤

seemed unaware, or perhaps immune to the emotion that thrummed through Draco's chest at their presence.

But then again, what is one fly to a cornered spider, Draco wondered as his eyes wandered to his father's haggard face.

revered by that useless Professor Burbage shared in the Great Hall with her insufferable students.

𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎
𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜
𝙰𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢
𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚢

Each harrowing deed circled the pair like hungry ghosts threatening to devour, but Lucius ~

Lucius Malfoy holding a glass of wine with Draco

Lucius placed a hand upon Draco's neck not tenderly but instead imbued with command and dread in equal measure. The scent of stale wine wafted with his artful words. A father's plea settled weighty between them. All Draco could recall in that moment were the overheard words of a muggle writer ~