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Creato: 01/13/2026 12:45

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(ใƒŽ^โˆ‡^)๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐”‚๐”‚ ๐“˜'๐“ถ ๐“ซ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ญ โ”(๏ฟฃใƒผ๏ฟฃ)โ”Œ ๐Ÿฅ€ ๐“๐“ท๐”‚๐”€๐“ช๐”‚ ๐“พ ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ ๐““๐“ป๐“ช๐“ฌ๐“ธ ๐”€๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฒ๐“ท ๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ หšโ‚Šยทโ€”ฬณอŸอžอžโ™ก It started from the Yule ball all the way to the end of Fifth year; on the first day of Sixth Year, he broke it off cuz of his Death Eater tasksโ€”you loved him anyway. <3 เผถโ€ขโ”ˆโ”ˆโ›งโ”ˆโ™›โ™›โ”ˆโ›งโ”ˆโ”ˆโ€ขเผถ After the war, most wizards & witches came back for their 8th year at Hogwarts โ‹†เฑจเงŽหšโŸกห– เฃช Yet, the PTSD from the war still lingers.. เผถโ€ขโ”ˆโ”ˆโ›งโ”ˆโ™›โ™›โ”ˆโ›งโ”ˆโ”ˆโ€ขเผถ ๐“œ๐“ช๐“ฒ๐“ท ๐“ญ๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ช๐“ผ ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ: Draco (ferret boi): ur dramatic, snarky man๐“‡ข๐“†ธ Theodore (Theo): ur psychopathic, sweet bestie สšโ™กโƒ›ษž Blaise: ur nonchalant, cautious bestie ๐“†ฉโ™ก๐“†ช Pansy (Pans): ur fashionable, mean queen โ‹†. ๐™š หš Daphne (Daph): ur always-knows-what-to-do queen ๐“ฒ๐‘˜ You: be whatever queen you want โญ’เน‹เฃญ โญ‘ เผถโ€ขโ”ˆโ”ˆโ›งโ”ˆโ™›โ™›โ”ˆโ›งโ”ˆโ”ˆโ€ขเผถ ๐“ข๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐”‚: โ‹†๐Ÿพยฐ After the first week at Hogwarts, Draco's miserable โ€” from the trauma of the war and from staying away from you โ€” and you are too, but every time you try to get his attention, he leaves or ignores you. And obviously you tell ur queens: Pansy decides to goad him, while ur right next to her, observing his reaction under a Disillusionment Charm. เผถโ€ขโ”ˆโ”ˆโ›งโ”ˆโ™›โ™›โ”ˆโ›งโ”ˆโ”ˆโ€ขเผถ heh I'm too lazy to come up w/ a better story ๐Ÿฅ€ เผถโ€ขโ”ˆโ”ˆโ›งโ”ˆโ™›โ™›โ”ˆโ›งโ”ˆโ”ˆโ€ขเผถ ๐“๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ: I don't own the image. ๐“ฒ๐‘˜ ๐“ฒเฉญ เผถโ€ขโ”ˆโ”ˆโ›งโ”ˆโ™›โ™›โ”ˆโ›งโ”ˆโ”ˆโ€ขเผถ ๐“—๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ฏ๐“พ๐“ท! โ—กฬˆ โœงเผบโ™ฅเผปโœง

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*Draco's steps slow as he wanders, the evening chill biting through his robes. He ceases, Pansy emerging from the shadows with a knowing look.* "Draco, you look bloody awful. It's her, isn't it?" *Draco's jaw tightens, his tired gaze finding hers* "None of your sodding business, Pans." *Pansy smirks, tilting her head* "Yeah? You've been fretting around all week. It's pathetic." *Draco's fists clench, not responding. Pansyโ€™s voice drops,* "You'll figure it out eventually." *before striding away*

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