#withoutchoice

            green eyes fix on the other, chest heaving with shuddering, angry breaths. the golden girl, always ready for a fight and her fists have already curled so hard that short nails dig into her palms. 

         but it’s not a good place for a fight. oh no, there are witnesses and the crowed is growling by the second. and, with each new witness, Malfoy’s gaze seems to sharpen on her. taking pleasure in the knowledge that she will be the one who looks bad ( so, so bad ) if she steps up to fight now. 

        it’s still tempting to hit him, because it would feel good but it’s not worth it. not just then. so, a deep breath rolls her shoulders slowly, head shaking easily. “you’re not bloody well worth this commotion,” green eyes track him, head shaking slowly, hands relaxing. “watch your back, Malfoy. remember that you started this.” 

[Severus/Lily

To Lily, Severus is the only one she can have mentally stimulating conversations with, which is why she treasures him both as a friend and her partner. Simply talking to him and listening to his theories and ideas is one of her most treasured pastimes.

Once they start dating, Lily convinces Severus to clean up e.g. by reminding him to wash his hair regularly and sometimes washing it herself, which Severus really likes. By the time she succeeds, Severus actually has a princely appearance, which is something Lily never fails to comment on.

One of their favorite couple activities are picnics by the lake - the Black Lake while they’re still at Hogwarts and any other nice lake in their adulthood. After they have finished eating, Severus often rests his head on Lily’s lap while Lily sings to him.

[Draco/Pansy:

Pansy loves getting Draco presents - especially expensive tea or merchandise of his favorite Quidditch team.

Whenever Draco is feeling down or in a bad mood, Pansy likes to cheer him up by badmouthing everyone he dislikes - especially Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

In Pansy’s eyes, Draco has always been her ideal Prince Charming, though it’ll take a whole lot of trust for Pansy to admit those sentiments to anyone as she’s been keeping her love of fairy tales a secret her entire life. It is her dream to be the princess at Draco’s side.

❛ you could do it , you know . ❜          there is no PUSH in her voice . it’s as soft & airy as usual .             ❛ you could fight your own fight rather than fight your parents’ fight . ❜          perhaps it’s none of her business what draco malfoy does or does not do . she isn’t presuming that it’d be EASY for him . but luna knows that everyone is capable of SOMETHING . why couldn’t that something be GOOD ? 

              the single window in the corner gives just enough light that levi can see his surroundings — every surface made of stone up to the wrought iron door at the top of the stairs — but not enough to provide any sort of warmth. he’s huddled up in one corner, trying to calm the shivers that are wracking through his body. he’d been caught by snatchers without his jacket, or even a sweater, and they’re hardly known for their consideration. 

             he can’t be certain exactly how long he’s been down here, but it was just after dawn when he was stowed away by a woman who looked like the very archetype of witches as they’re illustrated in muggle stories: every part of her sharp and harsh, dressed in all black to match the mess of curls that sits atop her hair, a dangerous glint behind eyes that look like she hasn’t slept in weeks. it could have been more than a day since then; he really doesn’t know. the overcast mid-februrary weather does nothing to help, and the constant sound of screams from upstairs only stretches out the time even further. 

              what he saw of the place is huge, everything in it old and valuable and dark, portraits of stuffy rich folk lining every corridor. this is the home of some pureblood family, but whose, he can’t be sure; he’s far to disoriented from the bumps he’s taken to his head to be able to figure out who actually lives here.

             there’s a few other people down here, too, some of them taken and returned more than once. he wants nothing more than to help with the injuries they return with, but he’s useless with no wand and no resources. he’s keeping to himself now, though; even though he’s not in terrible shape, he knows the worst is to come, and it’s all he can do to prepare himself for it. a prayer for his soul and for his loved ones to come out alright is whispered on repeat under his breath, just in case, because for once, levi can’t be sure that everything is going to be okay.

              startled out of his thoughts, levi shrinks away, further into the walls when he feels a hand on his shoulder. but the touch is gentle when it moves, two fingers underneath his chin to tilt his face upwards, and before he can stop it, he’s looking straight up into grey eyes that immediately put him at ease. all he can do is stare up at him in stunned silence, eyes wide. “ draco? ” he whispers, voice weak, throat raw and dry. good lord, he’s handsome, even like this, exhaustion and fear obvious and all dark circles. “ i — you’re alive. ”