GwL: EnoughYear OneGwL: Enough3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He's not at all scared of her like he expected he would be. In fact, he thinks she's pretty nice; and she has the prettiest eyes.
He's scared, but then so is everyone else. People are being attacked left and right; they say the
Heir of Slytherin is responsible. He knows it's not Harri's doing, but he's still scared. He can tell she is, too; he does his best to make her smile whenever he can. It's not much, but it's the best he can do.
It isn't until Hagrid has carried Draco back up to the castle that he realizes he's gripping her arm.
She smiles at him, assuring him that he has suffered no harm. He doesn't know how to explain that wasn't his concern.
He knows he has no chance. After all, who is he compared to Cedric Diggory? So he savors their first dance together, convincing himself that it is enough to be her friend. It's enough. It's en
CH9 - The Marauders' ArmyTHE DEATH EATERCH9 - The Marauders' Army4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ch 9 - The Marauders' Army
James Potter had always been fond of theatrics. After all, he'd always loved causing an effect on people, especially if that effect left them gaping for hours while they tried to get into their heads how cool he was. Theatrics always helped with that: they created an atmosphere already ripe with drama and awe for other people to bathe in. That was why he'd chosen one of the unused classrooms high up in the east tower for their first meeting. The cobwebs hanging from the ceiling, the scratches in the desks belonging to students long forgotten and the moonlight seeping in from the windows all contributed to the aura of timelessness and permanency that James had been so eager to convey.
Padfoot had helped him drag the teacher's desk to one of the darkest corners of the classroom, where they were both going to sit. Padfoot had also gone the extra mile in theatrics: instead of torches, he'd
Drarry - HateIt was a quiet night at Hogwarts and Harry was heading out to the Quidditch pitch with his broom for a much needed flying session. Potions that day had been particularly brutal; Professor Snape had put them in pairs to brew a nasty potion, and, of course, Harry had been put with Draco. Harry hated being paired with the Slytherin because at least when he didn't have to deal with Draco, he could pretend that he wasn't such a prat. However, Draco was a prat and always ended up screwing things up. Harry sighed as he circled the pitch. Draco also hated Harry, and where there was hate, there was no love.Drarry - Hate3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Or so Harry thought.