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- i carry your heart with me by e.e. cummings

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@snakepitnet event → winter challenge | first prompt ; location: hogsmeade thlaise drabble | 1133 words | read in ao3
blaise zabini hated winter, it was, definitely the season he hated the most. he didn’t see any thrill or beauty in snowed in white sceneries, or in a wind so cold you could feel it through your clothes no matter how many layers you were wearing. how the sun was barely visible and how the days were long, grey and miserable. as bloody miserable as winter made blaise feel.
you know what was truly beautiful for blaise instead? the south of italy, in summer. beaches bathed in the pinks and oranges and deep reds of the sun setting as he enjoyed a cocktail, lying on his back, basking in the sun, feeling the warmth emanating from the sand, being absorbed by any single inch of his skin.
the weather in england sucked, but winters were just something blaise didn’t even manage to tolerate.
and there was another thing than went all over blaise’s head, and it was hogsmeade in winter.
andrew kissed him like this was a fight with their lives on the line, like his world stopped and started with neil’s mouth / andreil.Â
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@snakepitnet event → winter challenge | second prompt ; a friendship/relationship → pansy parkinson & draco malfoy | 1688 words | read in ao3
there had been this tradition in the slytherin house since the third year, that had been a constant no matter what was going on (what the stupid gryffindor gits were up to) which was: pansy and draco christmas party.
being rich (and spoiled, but mostly rich), and having your common room in the dungeons had really its perks, like throwing a party without the rest of the castle not knowing it and with snape running a blind eye because favouritism should be added to the list of the slytherin best characteristics.
the party was held in slytherin’s common room, and they all set the limits of not letting first years and second years because, they might be a tad too young for draco’s extensive christmas decoration and pansy’s creative potions, and all of them had more decency than they claimed to.
every single year draco demanded a fancy dress code that mostly everyone followed (and theodore nott hated, but blaise zabini was always there to make him change his mind), and pansy didn’t give any directions but to leave her alone to drink to her heart’s content, thank you. (and they all learned to let her be, after all, it was very easy to just drag her body to the girl’s room and make her sleep it over.)