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[ @theblccdtraitor​ ] mailed an owl! ( 🎄  for  our  muses  to  spend  time  with  one  another  over  the  winter  break . )

There was no going home this winter break. 

Theo knew that going home would mean an empty dinning room, with only the elves to keep him company. It would mean Fire Whiskey while listening to the Weird Sisters at a volume that his father never would have approved of. But who cares about what he approves of now that Coxius Nott was in Azkaban? But no...he stayed at Hogwarts with Draco. Draco wasn’t leaving and Theo didn’t exactly blame him. After all, leaving would mean going back to a manor where the Dark Lord was currently residing. It wouldn’t be a pleasant homecoming.

“You tosser, stop hogging the Fire Whiskey.” Theo grumbled, snatching the bottle from his friend’s hand, bringing it to his lips and taking a swing. It was warm and the burn down his throat was now a pleasant reminder that he was alive instead of a rude invasion. His head leaned back against the couch, his eyes closed for a moment. He was itching to grab one of his cigarettes but the smell wasn’t one that his fellow Slytherins were found of.

“You think those elves will be coming soon with food?”

[daedaluscried]

“Her hair reminds me of the one safe place // Where as a child, I’d hide // and pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by.” Sweet Child O’Mine — @theblccdtraitor (Draco and whichever muse of your choice!)

" I'm... I'm really sorry, " Luna was awkward with these kinds of things, these kinds of small apologies and comforts, " I'm sorry ... you were hurt when you were younger. " Luna knew, perhaps better than most, what was being implied there in those words. If the little Slytherin girl was a little more brave, she would say as much.

[ofblackskies]

@theblccdtraitor​ said: You have already done all of this and will do it again. (for Tom, Deathless starters)

     Tom looked Draco in the eye. From the first moment he’d seen him, he had been able to tell he was a Malfoy. He had also been able to tell that he had a soft heart - even if he hid it well. It was a talent of Tom’s, to tell a person’s true nature. A talent that Voldemort had long lost. Along with his nose. Both of which Tom intended not to lose.

     When the blonde boy had informed him of who he was - what he was; what he would do and had done (in both orders) it had taken Tom a moment to digest it. How had things gone so… astray from his original plan? Hogwarts Professor. Minister some day. Not child killer and soulless villain. He wanted to be the saviour of the wizarding world - not the one to bring about its demise. But the elder version of him seemed to have broken at some point. Seemed to have found a new reason to keep going.

     It wasn’t power. Tom had always wanted power. No. It was something else entirely. Something that it didn’t seem anyone could truly tell him. Something he would know unless he told himself in some way. Something he wasn’t even sure he wished to know.

     “We shall see, young Malfoy.” Tom responded after what seemed like a decade’s worth of silent moments. “I am not as… unpredictable as my counterpart. The only thing he has to live for is power. That’s no way to live, is it?”

[messengerowl]

❛ When you are young, they assume you know nothing. ❜ — @theblccdtraitor

𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 l  y  r  i  c    s  t  a  r  t  e  r  s ( @theblccdtraitor )

"We didn't know anything at that time. Sometimes I think back on it and I wonder how we got through it. You know?"

If somewhere were to tell her that a few years after the war, Hermione would be sharing a drink at a muggle bar with Draco Malfoy, she would have told them that they were insane. But honestly, during her seven years at Hogwarts, crazier things have happened. Hermione slowly brought the bottle of beer to her lips, finding it dull and lackluster to the taste of Butterbeer and Fire Whiskey. It was strange, this was once her world and now? Things about it couldn't compare to the wizarding world.

Sparing a glance at Draco, Hermione offered him a small smile and gently nudged him with the bottle. "Still, I think we did...what we could with the information we had. Look at you. Could you imagine telling your younger self that this would be your life as an adult? That he would understand this choice?"

[auriibus]

@theblccdtraitor asked ; 😕

Usually Eris paid little attention to her scars, they happened years ago and there was little she could do to change or hide them. She was hiding in the prefects bathroom, trying to do something with her newly short hair that could cover the one poking out the top of her shirt when she saw Draco appear in the mirror behind her. "You shouldn't skip dinner, Draco. You need to eat. You're thin."

[swanqiu]

@theblccdtraitor​​ sent: “ do you truly believe that anything so little as a rule, or a law, might have stopped me from protecting you? ”  ——— ‘emotionally intense prompts’

          “EXCUSE MY DOUBT,” Cho begins dryly, “but I can’t say we've been friends to have made me think otherwise.”

          “What do you want, Malfoy?” she continues, lifting her chin just slightly to match the challenge in her words— a whisper, a hiss despite the fact that it’s just the two of them down this stretch of catacomb. “To taunt me? Indebt me to you?” Each suggestion echoes throughout the chamber, ringing around the bend as their shadows flicker in the torchlight. “Were you expecting me to sing your praises for”—she gestures vaguely—“defying your father back there?”

          SHE COULD HEX HIM RIGHT NOW, IF SHE WANTED. She has a clear shot of the passageway behind him— a five-second sprint, and she’d be out of here— and he’s the only thing currently standing between her and an escape. Her fingers inch toward her wand. “Thank you for... protecting me just then,” acknowledges Cho, though the reservation still lingers in her words. “Now, kindly— move.”

[dragcnsdaughter]

[ direct ] one muse grips just above the elbow to guide the other while they walk. — @theblccdtraitor

Confusion spread through the young dragon queen. This person who had came before her, this boy who she had only knew a mere second had her arm and was guiding her in an direction unknown to her. A mere second later, the silver haired lady pulled her arm out of his grasp and a look of irritation flashed across her delicate features. Licking her lips she shook her head, silver hair dancing around her shoulders "The next time you put your hand on me, I will make sure you have no hands." Daenerys seethed, breathing deeply, she clasped her hands in front of her, amethyst eyes glaring at the boy "And do I get to know the name of the person who has dragged me about like a scolded child?"

[progenyofprongs]

@theblccdtraitor​ asked :     ❝ Just a drop of blood. A pinprick, that’s all. ❞

A drop of blood? Right. That sure was going to work out well. Amelia made her thoughts perfectly clear without speaking with the very questionable expression that shifted her fair features almost humorously, as if mocking Draco. She let out a loud scoff, arms folding across over her chest to further make clear she wasn't giving any drops of her blood into the bubbling potion in front of her. "And you really expect me to believe nothing bad is going to happen if I do that?" It was a rhetorical question: one that Amelia didn't expect Draco to answer back (least not truthfully). She exclaimed in a huff before he even had a chance, "Come on, haven't you seen any horror films? That's how all deals work when someone sells their soul over to the devil!"

[theoamatus]

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@theblccdtraitor

Draco frowned, looking away from Nott with an expression crossed between a grimace and a sneer before it smoothed into a more contemplative one.

“I can assure you, a relationship can’t measure up to a strong glass of vodka, or any alcohol for that matter,” Not that he had much relationship experience to begin with, but he wasn’t going to go around just announcing that. “Do you have any— just, anything?” He turns towards him fully, pushing his hair from his face, a stray lock curling behind his ear.

“Anything I Conjure doesn’t quite get the job done.”

Theodore raised his eyebrows again as he heard Draco’s statement. He wouldn’t agree with him but he didn’t bother to argue with him about this topic. He could only imagine how long conservation it would be before they would find some kind of agreement  — or maybe one of them would storm out before they had an agreement. Who knew what could have happened. A quiet chuckle escaped from his lips when he heard about conjuring alcohol. It wasn’t a surprise that it wasn’t the same thing  —  people could do amazing things with magic, but it couldn’t replace everything. ❝ Uhm — ,❞  he muttered thoughtfully, turning his head towards a cabinet, raising his hand to his chin and he puckered his brows. If he was being honest, he wasn’t even sure what he had  — he hadn’t looked into that cabinet for a while.   

❝ I think — I think I might have some whiskey and gin. And a few different wines. ❞ After a short thinking pause, he told the options to Draco, and turned his head back at him, lowering his hand from his chin. ❝ Anything you would like to have?❞

[doublenotted]

🌺 — theblccdtraitor <3

Send 🌺 for a flower that reminds my muse of yours! (...I think, I lose the meme!!!) [ @theblccdtraitor ]

"For Draco huh? Probably go with something like...Sweet Pea. Meanings thank you for a lovely time. Draco gave me a lot of good times. Sorrel as well, which means affection. And lastly, Lilac. Joy of youth because any joy I had in my youth came from him."

[daedaluscried]

@theblccdtraitor​

“ Do you want to hear how loud I can sneeze? “ He doesn’t even wait for a response. Cole is already pinching a bit of skin on his septum, trying to cue a sneeze.

[auriibus]

@theblccdtraitor asked ; "you've always been strong for me . let me return the favor ." 

She let out a breathless chuckle, wiping away the tears rolling down her cheeks - it wasn’t her intention to cry, she’d already done enough of that but the sting of her fathers death was still new and it hurt and she couldn’t shut her eyes without reliving it and she was so, so tired. “Really? I always thought I was more angry and trying to fight the entire world, not strong.”  

[swanqiu]

@theblccdtraitor liked this post for a moodboard — draco and cho, postwar au.

“ Trust is, by Draco’s definition, a very foolish and very brave thing. He’s not a very foolish person, but he’s not very brave either however, the thought of someone trusting him, even marginally— it scares him as much as it makes his chest fill with warmth to near bursting. He’s not the type of person that’s trusted, not anymore, maybe not ever, save for now. ” — quote from this thread.

[pctioneer]

;; draco malfoy

“Come on, come on, open the door, Sever- Oh! Hello.”

Uninvited but smiling as if he had been, Draco looks anything but uncomfortable where he stands in the freezing snow wearing a pair of combat boots, strappy black hot pants and a sweater that was far too large and clearly only thrown on as an afterthought to the weather— thick, dark with the logo for some American sports team or another. It hangs down and nearly clears his thighs completely but it doesn’t distract from the slight tremble going through him. He’d been perfectly fine when he’d been walking around but now that he’s standing the chill is finally starting to sink in properly.

“Can I come in? It’s freezing out here, supposed to reach four degrees tonight.” Wild, loose curls over silvery eyes that are hard and flinty but the hardness of them is more natural than it is intentional. It’s offset by his small smile, never showing enough teeth. “Actually-“ and then he’s slipping past Severus and inside with ease, motioning at his feet with a wordless Scourgify to clean away the snow and mud, rubbing his hand up and down his arms.

“Had a feeling you wouldn’t appreciate me coming by unannounced and— Heavens, it’s not any better in here. Severus, how the hell aren’t you freezing? You’ll catch your death in here.” His nagging intersects somewhere between someone attempting to imitate a mother (though not his own, not by any stretch of the imagination) and concern. Nevertheless, the smell of cigarettes don’t seem to bother him enough that he leaves, not that Draco has much to say about anyone else’s vices when he’s barely coming to grips with his own.

Despite his words, he bustles about as if this is something that he does often, pushing his way into homes not his and making himself comfortable.

He finds a seat and sits delicately, his posture is rigid and gives away his breeding but then he seems to remember he doesn’t have to sit that way and he slumps back, fiddling with the cuffs of the sweater.

“So. You look like hell.”

HE WASN’T EXPECTING DRACO TO COME OVER. There were very few people he kept in touch with -- he saw Lucius every so often,, but he usually invited Severus over at his place. Even now, he was too proud to set foot in Cokesworth for a social visit. Draco was one of the few people he didn’t wish to AVOID after the war,, but it had been nearly a year since they’d last spoken && definetly weren’t in the habit of paying each other casual visits. Yet -- here he was,, && before Severus can process his unexpected arrival Draco has already pushed past him. In a way it amuses him -- very few people would feel enough at ease around him to do so. Very few people would get away with it if they tried. 

              ❝  If only I could be so lucky.  ❞ he replies. 

It is freezing in here. His bare feet are achingly cold against the hallway tiles && he follows his visitor into the living room. It’s cluttered --&& that’s putting it mildly,, but Draco doesn’t appear to pay much attention to it. When he sits down Severus tosses a few old newspapers into the hearth -- then ignites them with a quick, wandless incantation before sitting down in the old leather sofa opposite the armchair Draco occupies. 

He looks down -- suddenly painfully aware of his own body --&& the clothes he was wearing. Merlin had he really sunken this deep? This isn’t really how he wanted Draco -- or anyone really -- to see him. While he’d never taken particular pride in his appearance, he was a PROUD man -- && always took great pains to look put together. 

             ❝ --do tell me you didn’t just come all this way to insult me.  ❞ 

                               ❝ Why did you come? ❞ His voice betrays irritation -- but also curiosity,, && a hint of concern.

[theoamatus]

@theblccdtraitor

Draco winced, making a noise of discontent as he shakily sat down on the edge of his bed.

He was absurdly pale, the dark circles beneath his eyes were even more pronounced, hair limp and lifeless and his silvery eyes were empty and a watery grey.

“Just— I’m tired, okay?” He held his hands up, and they were shaking as he kept a bit of distance between himself and the other boy.

His vision was tilting, and he honestly couldn’t remember what he’d drank earlier. He hadn’t been anticipating anyone looking for him and every tilt of the room was a reminder of either a potion (Calming Draught, perhaps?) or alcohol, and the list was too long for him to think about clearly.

Listing back towards the bed, Draco was dizzy before he could even finish going vertical and he turned onto his side to hug his pillow to his chest, eyes already slipping closed.

“I’m just so tired all the time, ‘s too much.. s’pose..” The rest trailed off to unintelligible muttering, and then he was sniffling and wiping at his reddening eyes. He hated crying, he didn’t cry in front of anyone, but he could barely keep himself in check in that moment. What did he care if he started crying or not? He didn’t think he’d remember anything come morning.

“I just want to sleep, okay, Theo? Can I have that?” He wanted his tone to be snappish, but it was just as weak and listless as he was.

Theodore felt helpless, and he hated that feeling. He hated that he was forced to watch his friend being in this situation, and he couldn’t do anything for him. He didn’t know what the other boy was going through, but whatever it was, it was clearly getting the better of him. Whatever it was, it was too much for him to handle it, and he wasn’t sure if talking some sense would be helping him at all. In the worst situation, it would cause more problems, if Malfoy turned against him and pushed him away.

Because of it, he didn’t want to push too far and try his luck with him, when Draco clearly was in a bad situation. He needed to choose a different way to approach the situation, so he stood still and he also slightly raised his hands as a sign that he would back off.

He could hear him sniffling, and he could see him wiping his eyes. He was crying. It was one more warning sign for Nott, as he could only imagine that the raising Draco had had was quite similar to the one he had. And for him, crying was something that he hated to do in front of someone, even if that someone was his friend. He had been raised to believe that crying was a sign of weakness, and he couldn’t show any signs of weakness.

“Draco,” he called him with a calm voice, but he still didn’t move. “You can’t go to sleep yet, but let me help you.” He wasn’t sure if he could help him as he also knew the feeling of being too tired of everything, but he wanted to offer something to him — he wanted to offer him the knowledge that he wasn’t alone.

[doublenotted]

— when do you get your soft, italicised “oh”?

the first meeting

life is normal. it's scripted. it's functional. then one day, you meet them, and... Oh. you fix your posture, you're a little nervous, and it's totally possible you're just projecting -- but this could be something. and the only thing that makes this different from the hundreds of other times you had that exact same thought only to be disappointed is... this is the time that counts. things change. you were looking for someone whose very existence re-contextualized yours. which is not to say that you were incomplete, but... aren't we all? isn't that the essence of being a being who changes? and what completes us if not the love of something or someone beyond us? sure it's still new, and anything could happen from here, but there's something in your shared brain chemistry that makes it feel like good things are in motion. how exciting!

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