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Hedwig: You fucking follow his every move in your map, you watch how he eats at the great hall every meal time, you cried when you accidentally almost killed him, and YOU CRIED AGAIN when he didn't identify at Malfoy Manor and you don't know how you feel? Please, for fuck sake, you love him.

Harry:

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Blaise really hates those who take what’s his.

A few months into this teasing between him and Malfoy, he finally found out who Draco was sleeping with when he wasn’t in his bed.

During the holidays, they both enjoyed each other’s company without worrying about the presence of their roommates. Draco would often sleep in Blaise’s bed wearing nothing but his underwear, fully knowing that Blaise won’t be able to keep his hands to himself.

They didn’t bother with any silencing spells this time. Although none of the boys in the 8th year dorm had stayed back at Hogwarts, Blaise fantasized about having someone hear them. Draco’s moans are loud (he’s always been a screamer). The blond was under him, writhing under his touch. It made him want to go harder, faster. Until everyone knew that he belonged to him.

“I- Im cumming! I’m cumming! Harry!”

Harry?? Blaise stopped immediately while Draco climaxed. He’d turned soft. He just stared at the boy under him with an extraordinary amount of anger bubbling inside him.

He shouldn’t be mad. He should’ve known better. He never really told Draco that they’re exclusive, so why is he still angry? Why does it still hurt?

Draco finally looked back him, realizing what just happened. He opened his mouth then shut it again repeatedly. It was the first time Blaise ever found Draco speechless.

“Blaise, listen, I didn’t mean to-“

“Forget it.” He got off the bed and left to clear his mind in the shower. Nobody takes what’s his. Nobody touches what’s his. Especially not his Draco.

He’s going to make Potter pay for this.

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I really love the idea of them having a “situationship” where they can’t actually go around telling people they’re together because their families would go crazy if they knew that they’re gay.

So there are days where Draco sees red because why the hell is every single girl in Hogwarts flirting with Blaise. And what bothers him the most is that Blaise actually responds back to them with interest just to spite him. He’d sometimes cross the line and go for a kiss. Draco just watches as Blaise starts groping what’s-her-name’s thighs.

These type of events usually follow with Draco coming back to the common room with disheveled hair, red lips, and his shirt untucked. Blaise also noticed how he’s unsteady on his feet, limping. At that moment, Blaise realizes how he can’t stand the thought of someone else touching what’s his, and only his.

Blaise follows him to their room and pushes Draco to the bed, touching him every inch of his skin to get rid of the other person’s mark on his Draco.

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“He’s a booottom!”

HARRY: Oh look, it’s The-Bitch-Who-Bottoms

Cale: Really, who-

Ohn: he fed us first, Nya! He gave us bread!!!!

Choi han: Okay but he led me to the Henituse mansion before taking you there.

Hong: doesn't count, we saw him first.

*More bickering*

Raon *in Cale's lap being fed grapes*: human why are they arguing?

Cale:... It doesn't matter, Beacrox is baking cookies let's go see-

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Alternatively-

On & Hong: Cale~nya No!

Cale: Cale~nya Yes!

Raon: Human No!

Cale: Human Yes!

ChoiHan: Cale-nim No!

Cale: Cale-nim Yes!

Alberu: Cale u crazy bastard No!

Cale: Cale Yes!

Eruhaben: Cale u unlucky bastard No!

Cale: Cale Yes!

Literally everyone: Young Master Cale No!

Cale: Young Master Cale Yes!

Ron: Young Master, no.

Random noble: what if i don't?

Raon: then raise your standard you stupid bastard

Eruhaben: ...

Raon, On, Hong: Keep dragging him everywhere

Alberu: His paperwork are backwards, Cale is in his lap

Choi Han: Peeking while at a very close distance

Beacrox: Unconsciously keep feeding his favourite steak

Ron: Always by his side and watching his son behaviour

The Family: Baffled and happy and confused

Rosalyn: Recording the moment she meet Cale

Eruhaben: Recording faster than Rosalyn

Lock: Is happy and says that he is very cute

Hans: *cuteness overload*

Toonka: Tries to hug but Cale ran away

Tasha: Is livestreaming for Alberu

Litana: Bringing Ten with her

Fredo: Tries to trap and keep him with gold money but failed (cause: the children)

Toonka: *approaches* Why?

Cale: *surprised* I was wondering if there was anywhere to sit.

Toonka: Haha! That’s an easy problem! *punches a nearby rock*

BOOM!

Toonka: Hahaha! If you do this, you can get a seat! Please sit down, Young Master Kim! I can do an escort job really well! Puahaha!

Cale: Sigh. (How am I supposed to sit there? It’s jagged and looks hard to sit on.)

Sui: *walks towards the rock while silently laughing*

SHWING!

Sui: *perfectly slices the rock horizontally with his sword as if cutting a radish*

Cale: …

Sui: *shrugs and heads back to his position in the back*

Beacrox: *puts down 3 white handkerchiefs on the now flat rock, then looks at Cale*

Cale: …

Cale: *sits down on the rock*

Ron: Young Master, it’s cold because we’re in a forest. *puts a soft, light, but warm blanket over Cale’s shoulders*

Cale: Sigh…

CH: *stands behind Cale like an escort* Hae-il-nim, is there anything you need?

Cale: …No.

Raon: Human! Don’t overdo it! Human, you’re weaker than paper now! Yes, paper! It’s at that level! You’re done if a drop of water hits you!

Cale: (Yes, yes.)

Cale accepted his current situation as he felt comfortable.

Cale going out of the shower with just a towel on

Alberu: *drops his teacup*

Cale: what the fuck are you doing here?!?!

Alberu: you asked me to meet you!

Cale: *going inside the kitchen*

Beacrox: *preparing food in said kitchen*

Cale: *going out*

Cale's mind: the fuck the fuck the fuck oh holy shit

Cale absentmindedly singing

Ron: hoh i didn't know you could sing young master

Cale somehow inside the kitchen:

Beacrox cooking lunch: ..

Cale: you'll make a good husband *smiles sleepily but looks like he's flirting:

Beacrox: *almost spilled the food*

Cale: your scars are nice, I hate scars but they look nice on you *tries to pat Mary on the head*

Mary slightly shy: thank you, young Master

Cale: you're really reliable, you're like an uncle or a gramps

Ron: hoh this old man is really happy to hear that young master *smiles adoringly*

Cale: *hugging the kids*

Cale: you guys are good, the best

Cale: I'm really proud of you guys