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"And you are still young, but you’ll understand. That the stars of the sea are the same for the land."

"Draco Malfoy was the most wanted man in the Wizarding world, allowing for the fact that Voldemort wasn’t actually human. If he were, Draco Malfoy would be wanted man number two. But semantics aside, he was highly sought after.

It was now four years since he had stood on the astronomy tower at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and failed to kill the Headmaster of the school. That night he left with a fellow Death Eater, Severus Snape, and was taken to the Dark Lord. Needless to say, the master was very angry. He told Draco there were two potions: kill, or be killed. Draco was a sensible kind of person, with a particular regard for his own skin, and so chose the sensible path. Then, having conquered, at least in part, the hesitancy that led to his failure in his first mission, he jumped in head first and never looked back. After all, it was kill or be killed.


Draco stood and left the dining room. He went through the drawing room; the furniture was in place and the books stacked in the corner. He passed through all the rooms on the lower level, double and triple checking everything. There wasn’t really much to check, as he had prepared the house three days ago, and every day since then he had double-checked everything, so it didn’t take long. When he reached the front door, he turned to look back into the house. Then it hit him that he was procrastinating. With a heavy sigh, Draco Malfoy Disapparated.

He arrived somewhere most unexpected, at least for everyone who saw him. He of course knew exactly where he was going, and so was not surprised when he found himself looking at a fountain depicting a wizard, a witch, a centaur, a house elf and a goblin. At first no one noticed him as he casually walked toward the reception area. After all, hundreds of people, maybe thousands, Apparate into the Ministry every day. But he heard it—the sound of ceramic hitting the marble floor and spilling what he presumed was very hot coffee. There were a few gasps, but everyone was so incredibly stunned that not one of them thought to draw their wands. Draco decided that no Aurors were present, else that mistake would not have been made.

Draco continued to walk toward the reception desk, his smirk ever present as he looked at the small witch behind the counter. His arrival and not made enough of a disturbance to alert the witch that someone was approaching. Had she seen him walk the path from the Apparation point to stand in front of her, she might have screamed, or drawn her wand. But instead, he actually had to clear is throat to call her attention.

The witch was talking anxiously into what looked like a headband with a stick attached that reached around her face to stop in front of her mouth. Draco watched as she became more flustered while talking into the device. When he cleared his throat, the woman finally looked up at him and when recognition dawned on her face, it turned a ghostly shade of white nearly rivaling his own complexion. Draco continued to smirk, confidence radiating from every cell in his body. The witch was frozen to her post, and she could only gape at him. Draco could sense her fear, and it embodied him.

He casually put one arm on the counter. “Afternoon, miss,” he started, nearly smiling smiling casually, as if he was there to inquire as to where he could find the loo. When he spoke, the witch flinched as if struck. Her eyes widened as she finally realized the impact of seeing Draco Malfoy, the Draco Malfoy, standing in front of her, smirking, and speaking to her. To her. What he said was,

"Would you please inform Mr. Potter that he has a walk-in?""

- We Learned the Sea, Chapter 1

embrace the probability of your imminent death, & know in your heart that there’s nothing I can do to save you.


this is the best thing I’ve seen


*hears someone mention my otp*


your blue suitcase is empty
(what’s your wait?)


inspired by this



olaf mark7

what the flying fresh fuck in all of the seven fucking realms is this

the slytherins making a drinking game where they take a shot every time draco malfoy talks about harry potter


The slytherins having drunken competitions of who can best say “Potter” and “my father will hear about this” like Malfoy does.

Snape finding them out and confiscating all the drinks, then just trying the drinks out himself and ending up muttering “Potter” and being very pissed off because he can’t say it like Malfoy does. 

Afterwards Draco being like “You know whom I would never repeatedly mention? That Hermione Granger. Not even if we were the last two people on earth and she looked absolutely stunning in her ball gown and every time I looked at her I got butterflies in my tummy… Not even then.”


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