Hands cup his cheeks. “Promise me, you will be careful.” She knew she could no longer protect him, no matter how much it broke her heart. She had done everything already. She wasn’t sure if either of them would see the end of this, all she wanted to know was that she had done all she could. “Promise me, Harry.” She knew she could not stop him from going, but she would only give it her blessing if he promised her he would be careful. A fair price, if anyone asked her. 

     “it really sounds great, harry. magnificent even.” she lied. truth was cho did not feel like going anywhere that afternoon, let alone to hogsmeade, where she used to go with him. “but i have a lot of reading to do today, a lot to catch up on. you should go with your friends. i don’t want to rain on your parade.” 

meme.    /    @boymartyred

poetry starters - accepting !

     ❛  your arse will always be cursed,’ ; a snarl rumbles in his chests and resonates past his teeth. his hands fist subconsciously, readied to defend his family’s name. yes, the malfoy name did not hold the prestige and awe it once did. now, it was sullied by the ever brand of death eater. a branding he harbored and could never separate from. ❛ sod off before i smash your nose in again. no amount of episkey will heal it this time.’ 

      he is of bitter tongue and sullen eyes ; drunken on feverish rancor and scornful derision. a scoff imparts past his lips, unimpressed by the other’s remark, ❛ hilarious. ’ he runs deft fingers across ashen tresses, regarding the gryffindor with naught but simmering disdain and striking confusion. when he looks at the oh-beloved chosen one, he’s ensnared between learned hatred and a fleeting need to understand. caught betwixt the urgency of punching the dreaded smirk off his face and speaking. actually, speaking. the former, in this instance, is preferred. instead, he clenches his fists close to his robes. they never spoke, and it wouldn’t ever occur. not when they’re meant to exchange blow for blow; verbal or otherwise physical. yet, he’d like to think he’s past that. they’re past that. ❛  what do you know of compromise, potter ? ’ the slytherin tilts his head, seeking answers in the other’s gaze. yeah, what did he know ? nothing. surely ? having reigned victorious the high esteem from the wizarding world without having done naught but simply exist…what had he compromised for such regard, if anything ? 

      ❛ what do you know of anything ? ’ a brow raises, lips now curled in contempt, ❛ your own morality isn’t transparent. when have you ever had to make decisions despite knowing they were wrong ? ’ it’s those like potter who should ensure their own palms are clear before shifting judgment and mockery on others.