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Draco pressed his lips together in a thin line, refusing to meet his partner’s eyes. 

“Of course I was thinking. I was thinking about saving you.” The phrase sounded like an accusation, as if Raksha was responsible for that. He hated being scolded. He recognized he got way more careless as Viverra, but he still didn’t see anything wrong in his actions.

“You should pay more attention instead of worrying about me.” He said. He kept his distance from her, crouched in fours, one of his hands pressing firmly to his other arm. “I’m perfectly fine.” He lied. 

Viverra’s daring acrobatics to get Raksha away from the akuma’s line had taken its toll - a cut, that he had no idea how deep it was and had no intention of checking anytime soon. He wasn’t about to let her see what had happened, and only fuel her speech against his earlier actions. It was a small price to pay, in his eyes.

i.   the ring felt heavy, even after all this time. you don’t see yourself as worth it. you have no idea why would anyone choose you as a miraculous holder. but you are now viverra and you’re one of the protectors of paris, alongside with your partner, raksha.

  ii. your kwami is now your constant company and you can’t really say you enjoy it. stell is a small white ferret, a real trickster with no regards for rules that enjoys making fun of you and getting you in trouble with her pranks.

iii.  stell doesn’t seen to like chetan, raksha’s kwami, but that’s no surprise to you since you and padma aren’t really the best of friends. you have completely different thoughts and strategies and that should lead to ruin but no; you still work perfectly well and you wouldn’t want anyone else as your partner. you trust her, and that’s not something you do easily.

 iv.  you don’t know who padma is and how she seems to know you so well (or at least, the person who you were some years ago) and as much as you try you cant remember where you met her. anyway, you prefer to forget that because then it will make you think about how you used to treat people and why exactly you don’t think you’re worth of a miraculous at all. many things have happened to shape you as the person you are now, but messing with the past is still a thing you prefer not doing. still, it intrigues you how she seems to know too much - about the miraculous, about magic, about you.

v.  you know you’re considering her a friend when thoughts of her plague your mind while you dance; that you’re worry about whether she was hurt in the last battle or not, if she has problems keeping her secret identity, how did she felt about being a heroine. you feel like telling her everything - how the whole perfect life everyone thinks you lead is a lie,  what really is to be part of the malfoy empire, how being the main ballet dancer of a company is tiresome - but you don’t and you just watch her go every night, the words you never say hanging in the night as she disappears.

   [ CORMAC MCLAGGEN ]

It had been a long morning at the House of Black Boutique, but that did not mean that the day’s work was done.  Far from it.  The past month had dealt with model calls, several levels of interviews.  Each of those had narrowed down the pool of competent and “dedicated” (she used that word lightly) hopefuls who would become the newest faces to represent the company, in print and on the runway.

Narcissa took a forty-five minute break to eat her lunch (delivered by one of her assistants) and touch up her hair and makeup.  She mulled over the line of candidates--those who had been unimpressively arrogant and self-assured, demanding, clueless, with no true appreciation of what it meant to represent her brand had been immediately dismissed of once she had learned of their incompetence and sense of entitlement.

Those she had narrowed down to people she actually tolerated were few and far between.  One of those people in particular was about to enter the boutique and be personally interviewed by her.  Narcissa had a good feeling about this candidate--and she did not usually have nice feelings about people, period.

     Despite of what most people thought, Draco didn’t get his good grades purely by coincidence. He actually - used to - study and do his homework to make sure he was one of the best students of the class. Only to be beaten by Hermione Granger, of course, with the exception of Potions. Again, despite of what most people thought, Draco didn’t get his nearly perfect grades on Potions because of his good relationship with Snape. He actually was very good at Potions. 

      That was before the war, though. Now he was back to doing homework on his own and working extra hard to get the same grades he did before the war. Most students had learned to leave the Malfoy heir alone when he was studying in the library, but there always had to be some exceptions. He usually didn’t tolerate people around him when he studied. The dark haired Ravenclaw was one of the few exceptions.            When he heard Padma’s footsteps he looked up to confirm that it was indeed the person he agreed to meet for homework. His posture had been tense and he had his wand in hand as soon as he heard someone approach, but he relaxed as soon as he recognized her. “I see you’ve found my favourite spot to do homework. No one else bothers to walk this far through the library, so it’s a given I’m here, I’d say.” He almost grinned. “How have your classes been?”

loudly hc’s that cho isn’t a very touchy-feely person with a wide variety of people besides his fellow ravenclaws ( and even then there’s some exceptions ) but if he notices padma’s looking even slightly off he’ll engulf her in his arms until she’s feeling better again.loudly hc’s that they cuddle on a bi-weekly basis and talk about all the adventures they’re going to go on when they’re older and flick through muggle tourist attraction pamphlets whilst deciding which hot spots they’ll visit in the respective place.loudly hc’s that one christmas cho got padma a redeemable voucher book full of ‘ one free hug ’ stamps to use at any time ( which was promptly thrown at his head until he revealed the proper gift ).loudly hc’s that it’s always him instigating the hugs for a while until one day padma just comes over and tucks herself under his arm whilst he’s reading by the light of the hearth. he doesn’t comment on her change of demeanour but hides his smug grin behind the pages of the novel. from then on it goes on like that, either one of them instigating these random hugs for various reasons. 

loudly hcs that padma sometimes picks up on how bony cho is getting from the quidditch practise and pushes a mammoth amount of food on his plate during dinner because she ‘cant have her cuddle buddy growing all uncomfortable on her now’.loudly hc’s that he’s particularly withdrawn during cedric’s death and though he doesn’t like to talk much about that particular period of his life, padma’s hug’s were therapeutic in their own right.