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Delaweasley? Fleurcy? I like Fleurcy // m o d e r n  r o m a n c e

By: @olivieblake

              8:35 PM

     “What does my brother not give you?” I ask her.

     Her brow twitches for a moment, and then she regains her certainty. “Awe,”       she says

     She doesn't mean veneration; surely he worships her, or he did once. She means he doesn't awe her—and why would he need to, being the eldest, the most successful, the most loved? I realize I have identified everyone around me as a person of power, and perhaps I have misjudged. 

     "Lean back," I say.

Sexy time w/ Dramione! Whoot!  // How To Win Friends & Influence People

By: Dale Carnegie @olivieblake 

     He cut her off with the kiss she’d been so thrillingly terrified he might have attempted earlier, when she’d been diminished to madness & frustration & the infuriating memory of precisely how good he’d tasted. They’d been shouting then, true, but it seemed no less charged now; she felt, if possible, even less in control now than she’d been then. He was so good, so desperately enticing, so carelessly, unhurriedly in control and it was so distracting, so utterly outside the realm of sensible judgement that she was certain he tasted exactly how impairment felt, dizzying her straight to afflicted delirium.

     “Malfoy, you fucking arsehole,” she gasped, leaning her head back with a groan as he maneuvered her back against the sofa, shoving her onto the cushions. “Why can’t you just - just - behave like a normal human being - “

     “What, and process my emotions with mature, insightful communication? he muttered into her neck. “Sounds fake, honestly - “