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The nymph, a beautiful, lovely, blonde creature who he’s learned is named Draco– yes, after the constellation– had taken a hold of his heart in its clawed, webbed hands. From the very moment their eyes locked, green against gray similar to the color of the dreary ocean waves right before a storm, he was absolutely hooked like a fish fooled by bait.
But he couldn’t care less.
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- Part 1 of hpdm twitter prompts
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And it didn’t hurt– the process of turning. He felt the shift in his blood, first. And then his bones, his nervous system, his brain– and finally, his heart. It stopped beating as soon as the mild aphrodisiac ran its course. The euphoria and lust he felt while turning– it vanished completely. Or, it should’ve, because he still turned to Harry with dazed, dark eyes.
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- Part 2 of hpdm twitter prompts
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Those interactions were fine. Draco didn’t care about any of them. To him, Harry’s simply another jock– another stupid football player who didn’t care for much outside of sports. He’s heard around the grapevine sometimes that the other boy wasn’t doing too hot in several classes, but of course… that’s not really Draco’s problem, either.
It shouldn’t have been.
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- Part 3 of hpdm twitter prompts
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“We need to share a room,” Potter startles him, casting an Alohomora to get inside of Draco’s inn room. The latter immediately jumps up from his bed and glares at the other man.
“Hello, what happened to knocking before you enter a fucking room, Potter?”
Instead of giving him a proper response, Potter only raps his hand on the wooden door, which still stands wide open. He raises his eyebrow, as if daring Draco to make another comment, to which the blonde rolls his eyes. Leave it to him to be so bloody sarcastic about a simple question pertaining to manners– and privacy! Whatever happened to privacy?
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- Part 4 of hpdm twitter prompts