gray...

amusement immediately settled onto his features at the dramatic reaction he elicited from his lover enemy. and thanks to the weed provided to him from none other than pansy parkinson, he can't help but giggle, bloodshot eyes taking in the sight of the other with an appreciation. see how the hell was harry supposed to focus on his studies or getting voldemort out of his mind when draco was walking around with abs like that? a sigh emitted from his lips, giving a shake of his head as he outstretched his hands before folding them neatly behind his head, " no. " he said simply, " i'm quite comfortable here, thanks. " if malfoy wanted him out of his bed, he was going to have to make him. harry opened his eyes, merely peering at the other standing in front of him.

a daring smile preyed onto pink lips, " in fact . . . " harry lunged forward to wrap his arms around the other's waist, forcefully pulling the other onto the bed with him sloppily, thanks to the substances that were clouding his cognitive and receptive abilities. " i think you should join me, actually. "

this was a first for him. having a strict rule of none of his hook-ups, lovers, exes or whatever the fuck they were to sleep in his bed ( in the dormitory ). he's never ever had someone in his room at the manor, in other words he's very territorial. this was too much for his brain to compute, harry in his bed - claiming it as his very own... looking soft, vulnerable to a point. and he couldn't help but stare fondly at him though his face remained in stone — cold, detected and distancing himself.

rolling his eyes at the amusement dancing on potter's face, it was going to be a long night for the two of them... cause like hell he'll let the other out of his sights — not wanting him to find someone else's bed. is he high ? or is he being his lightweight self ? had the mental pressure finally got to him ? his own mental pressure ( hiding his dark mark, the blood on his hands, only the half of it all ) was eating him alive with, and yet he couldn't help but indulge the other. ❝ no... huh ? ❞ he repeated, watching as harry turned into a lazy cat claiming the bed for himself. cute. ❝ why must you be so difficult, st. potter ? ❞ he mumbled, making no attempt to move him. no, he just stood over him wondering how long it would be before he crawled on harry himself. hands resting on the peak of his adonis belt, lax in his massive shoulders, and exigency bleeding through whilst looking at harry.

he barely had any time to raise a suspicious brow before the much smaller boy lunged at him, forcefully pulling him on top. effortlessly, catching himself by planting a hand just near unruly raven locks, he panted out in surprise that he allowed it to go this far. with that he conjured a wall built from the ground to separate his bed from the rest, isolating them and placing a sneaky little quietening charm over them — so, no one will hear them. ❝ if you were feeling lonely, you could've asked me to join you. ❞ he mused, a hand had crept itself under harry's shirt, splayed over his ribcage, possessively.

❝ this little display is a little desperate even for you. ❞ he said. getting dangerously closer to harry's lips only to draw back, teasingly so.

dark hair, darker night the autumn equinox slowly draws closer, as two puffs draw closer on this cold evening. though they were both separated by a table and a short stretch of sofa. with no bodies between them anymore, the first years having left not long after his polish dried properly, left for whatever reasons that certainly beat him. u-jin lounged further on the bags, light crunching of beans under his weight shifting to be able to look see briar, not just the blanket covering her legs. his device resting on his clothed sternum, the long sleeve shirt wasn't like a second skin. no, there was room for movement but far from being oversized with a kawii looking panda printed on the white fabric. taking a look at purple polished hand, he liked that one the best with different shades of purple but none too dark. he smiled to himself before outstretching his arm to try to show briar his favourite hand.

u-jin was daft when it came to people liking him, he didn't get what they saw in him. especially, someone like briar... thus he had no clue of being her crush. ❝ oh ... ❞ u-jin spoke softly, just a little louder then the fire cracking in simmering fire. taking the device off his chest to type one-handed a little awkwardly from the strange position he had contorted himself in. ❝ thank you. wanna touch them ? ❞ his device said in the same tone, really masking the effect on teasing but oh, well. ❝ you have nice hands too. maybe we should both runaway together and become hand models ? ❞

this time, rose found herself looking for skipping stones round the lake. a dumb skill she’d learned from her dad back in ireland, but an easy enough way to pass the time. glancing up, she saw her fellow hufflepuff further down the way and planned to chat with him before he left to go back. only he managed to run into her before she could say anything. a laugh escaped her as she shrugged, hands holding onto his arm to steady them both. “c’mon now, at least ya didn’t fall in? that’s a positive right?” she glanced over at the knick knacks he’d been putting out. “are those for merfolk? or in case some slytherin break out of their dorms and swim to the surface?” she joked with smirk.

illuminating light, clear of clouds, dipping just under the thickets of woods behind them. clutching, rising bird flocks for the safety of their nests as dark will soon be upon them all - thus will cut their time short due to needing to head back soon. not that it really deters u-jin ( usually always a little late ) as he was focusing on trying to make friends with the merpersons, he was certain he was wearing them down... that or they were waiting to drown him, if he gets too close to the water's edge when they approach. but he was willing to risk his life to make friends with them before the end of his time in hogwarts.

usually, he was better at knowing his surroundings and more importantly how close others were to him but apparently, his luck had run out on this day. his own hands went to rose's shoulders as he did really catch himself on her, not using his full weight or the two of them would be on the ground by now, releasing her. he sidestpped to be on level with her on the saggy grass. his device in hand, quickly typed out. ❝ thanks for being my rock, rose. ❞ the robotic voice said, he smiled behind his collar at her. nodding his head enthusiastically. ❝ yes. possibly could be a slytherin after like millenniums of evolving ? but doubtful, just as vain though. ❞ he lightly chuckled with her, she was always quite funny and made him laugh with ease. ❝ what are you doing out and about at this time ? ❞

she sat at the table, shuffling through her notes and u-jin's photos trying to figure which of them she'd choose. in true fashion, her and the hufflepuff had been up and down the campus trying to get the incoming flux of student body. questions about how they felt about the things that had transpired and an overall outlook on the semester. she had u-jin grab photos of the campus and incoming first years, wanting to making it a more fluffy and introspective piece about students returning with impending danger.

it was time to put it all together and get it ready to be reviewed for the howl, but they hadn't got much progress done, just sue enjoying her time with him...a little too much.

she hummed to get his attention so he could look at her as she brought her fingers up to sign her words, saying them out loud anyways even as her hands curved and tapped to get across what she'd been saying. 'bubba, do you think this is enough? i feel like its not...giving what i need, what do you think.' she'd come accustomed to the hufflepuff's input, these days his opinion was of the very fine amount that she cared for. maybe the most important one. @grcyfm

journalism is an art form, one which u-jin strongly believed sue had mastered the art of, she had tact whereas most journalists don't ( rita skeeter... was she even classed as one ? that he wasn't sure of ) and she was brilliant but sue already knew he thought she was brilliant as he has stated it multiple times prior to this. but he had to give her props for not over killing the tragedy of last year. or was it simply overdone, now ? old news ? nah, he didn't believe that as the prophet was still touching base on that topic to this day. distasteful. sue wasn't a vulture.

his back had started to ache in the lower part from sitting on this stool for so long, hunched over the table to look over their display of everything in which they had caputred from sue's notes and write-ups, that of other students write-ups which still needed to be edited and his photos. but everything had started to blur and haze around the edges from them dipping in and out of working on the paper to that of general conversation.

that he blinked at her twice, eyes widening out a little and quickly darting back to focus on what they had in front of them, this one page wasn't really sue's style. and he wondered why. ❛ honestly ? ❜ he signed to her, lightly shaking his head giving her the answer in short before he slowly and carefully signed out. ❛ no. it's not giving at all. where is sue's flare ? this page is mainly a write-up. ❜ he tapped on the page, he had been looking at for far too long earlier. ❛ maybe if we spin it inwards ? or for it to fuzz out for the fluffy nature of the piece ? ❜

connection aesthetic moodboard 3/? - "i am brutally soft woman."

connection aesthetic moodboard 3/? - "he set fire to the world around him but never let a flame touch her."

Theodore Nott and Draco Malfoy Friendship Moodboard

"you're my best friend. i've got your back no matter what. end of story."

Katie Bell and U-Jin Bai Friendship Moodboard

"you are one of the best things in my life."

she wanted to offer a quip towards their departure, but instead was met with a warm body pressed next to hers, long, muscular arm caging her in. "me." she said in response, giving him a sensual smirk. "is it not malfoy?" sue teased him, "care to remind me?"

fill the void with a body you know and know well, that's how he saw it. it was something comforting to him, more so these days then last. as he spent a lot sleepless hours to himself and his thoughts tend to darken whether from the horcrux on his finger or tired delirium or the waking nightmare of his summer vacation. he wasn't sure but it bugged him enough that he rarely slept at all. mercury eyes sharpened when the yapper had disappeared and he couldn't help but chuckle at their sudden absence. ❝ apparently, manners are unbecoming of a ravenclaw. ❞ he tsked out, watching them scurry into the sea of bodies.

her warmth against his side brought a knowing grin to his lips, this was familiar. he gently tugged her against his side, chasing her warmth. ❝ you. who else would there be ? ❞ he responses back, tilting his head to the side. ❝ you wound me, sue. i thought we were on first name basis. ❞ joking bringing his free hand to his chest, acting as if she had wounded him. before shaking his head at her. he leans in close to her ear. ❝ not the place to share bedroom stories. ❞

tracey  groaned  inwardly  as  she  hurried  down  the  crowded  corridor,  narrowly  dodging  first  years  who  seemed  determined  to  block  her  path  at  every  turn.  it  was  only  the  first  week  of  classes,  and  already  the  chaos  was  unbearable.  she  could  hear  snippets  of  conversation  around  her  —  some  students  complaining  about  their  classes,  others  excitedly  discussing  quidditch  tryouts.  tracey,  however,  was  focused  on  just  getting  through  the  day  without  snapping  at  someone.  yet  in  a  cruel  twist  of  fate,  as  she  turned  the  last  corner,  she  collided  head  on  with  someone,  her  books  slipping  from  her  grasp.  "watch  it!"  she  screeched,  her  voice  sharper  than  she  intended.  "are  you  crazy?,  i'm  walking  here."

it had been a long week, already. becoming more and more antsy for the relief of the weekend. maybe he'd finally be able to get some much need sleep ? or at least he'd be able to drink himself into oblivion ( enough for a distraction ). high hopes indeed for the slytherin whom wondered quietly how he had any of those left, after his summer. and yet all thoughts left his mind when someone had the audacity to bump into him. he leered down at tracey, moody as usual, vexation furrow of brows came. ❝ are you ever in a good mood ? ❞ he asked, taking a minor step back and all for him to lean down, one hand dusting where her books had hit him. ❝ if you were taller, we might not have this problem. ❞