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“His touch lingered probably too long. He wondered what to call this thing, this stealing of glances and touches and moments. The headlong giddiness impelled by the most platonic of hugs. The wanting to be near. He wasn’t foolish enough to call it love, and it was too delicate for lust, but it wasn’t nothing, either. It was Something.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“She sat there for a long time, her hands in the earth behind her, her face to the sky, breathing relief.

Then she caught his eye and smiled at him.

The Great Wall of Quashing was obliterated.

Something vast and nameless swelled in his heart.

This witch was – this witch was – he hadn’t the words for it, but he was struck by it. It wanted to engulf him.

The sphere of light glowed, still. But it wasn’t in the Deluminator.

It was in him”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“He wanted to linger. It was sweet to linger. To stand under fading wisteria, watching their mingling shadows, and bicker about unimportant things. There was something terribly precious about it. Perhaps because it was unnecessary. It was for the pleasure of it. It was Just Because.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“Reading by the fire when it’s raining is the closest thing we have to a cure for the human condition”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“In his handful of years working with Potter and Weasley, Draco had developed a cool, professional kind of rapport with them, which Weasley demonstrated the next morning by calling, "Oi! Dickhead!”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“He teased her for her small bites because he loved her. He threatened to steal her last profiterole because he loved her. It was why he followed her into crypts--why he wrested hinds in swamps--why he kissed her scar.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“I’m only asking you this because I know you are morally corrupt and have no ethical standards,” began Granger. “I would ask no other Auror what I am about to ask you.”
“Strong preface,” said Draco. “I am flattered. Continue.”
“How do you feel about thievery?”
“In favour,” said Draco.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“You ought to be on a Chocolate Frog Card,' said Draco, as that was the least ridiculously effusive of his thoughts.

'I'm already on a Chocolate Frog Card,' said Granger.

'Right.' Draco stared at her.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“I’m charming and debonair. Magnetic. I can’t even walk across a room without witches falling into my lap.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“As it turned out, Granger’s moment of pure self-indulgence? Her terrible indiscretion? Her vice? Visiting a library.
“A library?” repeated Draco.
“Yes. At Tynstesfield.”
Draco wanted to scream with laughter, but felt that would be unprofessional. He settled for gasping out, “The decadence.”
“I wish you’d go away,” said Granger with cutting sincerity.
“The absolute sin of it all,” said Draco.
“Please Apparate home to your mother–”
“A library. I shall have to report it.”
“–As you can see, I’m quite safe here; the only remotely bad things are your attempts at humour.”
“What other naughty habits have you got? Churchgoing? Baking?”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“As Draco preferred to fault anyone but himself for his problems, he laid the blame squarely upon Granger, who had no business smiling at him. Frankly, how dare she. Obnoxious behaviour. Thoughtless. Rude, really.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“He found that his brain was still working in a kind of slow motion; it was still processing her thighs and the bunched-up dress, and had not yet joined him in the present.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“Draco swore and kicked an innocent mushroom which had led a blameless life and did not deserve it.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“Draco, being a clumsy sort of wizard, accidentally dismantled all of the tomb’s wards, and tripped over, and pushed off the enormous marble slab that covered the grave. Then the Elder Wand fell, quite by chance, into Granger’s hand, and she, out of sheer ineptitude, created a perfect duplicate of it, and, by absolute happenstance, dropped the duplicate into the tomb, and they left with the Elder Wand in her pocket without noticing that it had fallen in.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“And now it’s coffee?”
“Yes,” said Draco. “And toffee.”
“Do you ever stop thinking of food?”
“No.”
“Romance is dead.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“Why Nott?” asked Granger.
“Why not, indeed."
“I am going to murder you.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“It was a kind of cowardice, by the way. It was being too afraid to lose something and therefore not trying in the first place. It was pride. It was an aversion to opening up and being hurt. To giving her some part of him that she could break. Far better to remain alone and call it freedom.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“The cruel reward for competence was More Work and Draco wondered whether Potter and Weasel and their general bumbling wasn't the better plan, after all.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“A welcome note from the hotel,” said Draco.
Granger picked up the note, which was addressed to–“Miss Hormone and Mr. Crotch,” read Granger. She set it down. Slowly, her hands rose to cover her face. Then, for a long minute, her shoulders shook, and she made small sounds, muffled by her hands.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“Tonks formed a Werewolf Task Force (the WTF). Potter, who led the Task Force, told Draco that it was aptly named, as their meetings consisted chiefly of saying “What the fuck” as news of fresh attacks came in.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“At least the thing didn’t immediately try to kill me.”
“Don’t get too comfortable. It could be playing a long game.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“Yes, Tonks. She broke her neck falling down a hill. I thrusted into her a bit too hard. Yes, she's dead. Please return my body to my mother in the fewest pieces possible.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“I’m not entirely certain that those are legal,” said Draco, looking at the pucks. “Better report me to Shacklebolt,” said Granger. Her eyes met his, unfriendly, unafraid. Draco decided that Granger had balls, possibly rivalling Tonks’ enormous pair.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“Stay here,” she said. “I’ll get us tickets. Don’t break anything.”
Thank goodness for that last tip; he might’ve begun to pulverise things out of sheer excess of spirit, otherwise.”
― isthisselfcare

“Right. So I might've been in the middle of a duel with a gang of Dark wizards and you decided to pop along barefoot, magicless, in your jimjams. Bloody brilliant.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“But the choices you’ve made since define you more than those you made then.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“She was his fucking Principal. And -even more importantly- he was Draco Malfoy. Highly eligible, perpetually unattached. He didn't do besotted imbecile.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“You look like your punches might concuss a gnat, at best.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“Granger answered, If only illegal extension charms were the worst of my sins. No, responded Draco, I know the real extent of your depravity. She anticipated him. I see that the library visit will haunt me.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love