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“ Can I help you, Ma’am? “ the boy asked, looking up towards the woman. He had been sitting alone on the edge of the sidewalk in front of a store, about to chow down on the burger he managed to get. He wasn’t expecting company though.
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Magical Mistletoe
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continued from: 7. our muses under the mistletoe
Lyra was stealing a glance at Malcolm when she spotted the plant hovering just above them, growing branches and continuing to spread. It was an invention of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, charmed mistletoe which would pursue those paired under it until they kissed. They had been dotted around Diagon Alley in an effort of spreading Christmas spirit. “I find it hard to believe that you didn’t simply plant that there,” Lyra said, eyeing the greenery.
Malcolm turned to follow the line of her sight. He inwardly smirked at the cleverness of the Weasley brothers. His appreciation for the Weasley-enhanced seasonal greenery was absent from the innocent expression he sent Lyra.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. But you are standing under it.”
He sent her a wolfish grin, closing the distance between them before sliding an arm around her waist and pressing his lips to hers.
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Kade had been enjoying a fancy drink, talking to a group of friends, but as soon as he saw the pretty girl at the bar, he pealed himself away. Then he moved through the crowd with surprising grace and leaned back against the bar near her, far enough away to not be too threatening. “Hey. That color really brings out your eyes.” He blew a strand of blond hair out of his face, looking confident, but as though he was pretending to be casual. “You wanna dance?”
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Her body fit perfectly against his, that it was meant to be pressed up against his this way. Licking his lips at her words he huskily spoke, "I think we should try something new. You know that white fluffy furred rug in front of the fireplace in the sitting room," without waiting for her to reply he dragged her towards the room speaking all the while in a rushed heated tone. "I want to take you on it, hands and knees, or to have your back pressed against it. I want to watch you cling to it for dear life as a, ‘fuck you.’
The rug had been one of his mother's prized items and nothing was better in his mind than to have sex on it a silent 'fuck you' to his mother's spirit wherever she may be.
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"If I tell you something," Harry confirmed, "you can't tell anyone else, right? That's part of the healer thing? Confidentiality?" Harry had been trying to figure out what was wrong with him since the war ended, but he needed someone with actual knowledge if he was actually going to get anywhere with his investigation.
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“stop treating me like a piece of property.”
“We’re not treating you like a piece of property,” Rod sighed. It felt like they were having this discussion for the 100th time now. “But we are your parents. We’re somewhat responsible for you. And part of that includes making sure you know where you belong and who you should be loyal to.” He was slowly losing patience with her, something which Bella had already lost long ago. “Bella and I are not trying to patronise you, we just want to help you settle into your role as a Lestrange. And that’s what and who you are.”
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Draco had been nearly crushed by the weight of everything happening to him thus far, but this was really taking the cake. Not even putting up a fight when Harry and his friends escaped the Manor with the wands in their possession was something he couldn’t say with accuracy that he regretted, but the punishment coming for him was sending him into another panic attack, one that bordered on wanting to throw himself off of the tallest tower in the Manor.
He could have taken anything else over this. The Cruciatus Curse, a target for experiments, having his limbs cut off even. But being forcefully turned into a werewolf wasn’t what he thought he deserved, and if he had had his own wand, he probably would have turned the Killing Curse on himself to save his own skin from such a fate. But he didn’t have it, Harry did, and the wand had been failing him for a year now, so he doubted it would have made a difference.
Turning to Lyra had been one of his last hopes. But she could do nothing, and he collapsed to his knees, body trembling violently, tears streaming down his face as he clung to her the way he used to as a child, frightened of the dark and shadows, of the nightmares that crept through his mind. “Please,” he gasped. “I’m not going to survive this Lyra, he intends to kill me. I can’t do this!”
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