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Multishipper. (Currently writing Dramione, Drarry & Panville)
Story teller.
Fanfics, romance and high fantasy.
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I'm so excited omg!!
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WAIIITTT REALLY??
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HAPPY DREOOOO!! OMG FINALLY THEY AREN'T SAD ANYMORE!!
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I love that! I just love being excited for everything anyone else is excited about. Happiness is infectious.
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People being happy creating their little stories > everything else
#writing #artists
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Oh I absolutely hate this. How rotten of them. I'm so sorry, Saffron. I hope it's taken down soon.
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1.Hermione 2.Pansy
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Sorry 💕
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😘💕
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😘💕
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Thank you 😂💕
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Ahah thanks 😂✨
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Thank you ❤️
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Sorry 😘❤️
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Smiling at Neville.
Walking up the path.
Past Neville.
To her intended arranged by her family, Draco Malfoy.
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Pansy had been his first love, his only love.
They bonded in the quiet of the greenhouse back in first year. He wad the calm to her chaos.
Her real friend.
He thought she never looked more beautiful than she did in white.
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😘❤️
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Harry Potter was smiling at him when the war ended.
It was incredible, almost mesmerising as he walked to him, reaching out his arms.
Grasping Theo gently to move him aside and pull Ginny — who was behind Theo — into a kiss.
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This is definitely not 100 words. Ugh
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Astoria sighed. "I'm sorry. I remember she was your friend... But I.."
"She was more than a friend." Harry said quietly. "She died so we could win. You're fighting the memory of a girl, Astoria. I'm sorry, but they really did love each other back then."
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"They loved a month during the war when they were children. I gave him thirty seven years. This isn't fair."
Harry pitied her, he did. "Mrs Malfoy... He's dying. He doesn't mean what he says."
The healer then glanced at Draco who was whispering to a Hermione who wasn't there.
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Scorpius was crying. Astoria was quiet.
Harry pitied the small family. Astoria turned to her son. "Go to Albus and the kids. You need to rest."
The late twenty year old didn't want to leave but he didn't want to fight his mum.
Astoria turned glassy eyes to Harry.
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"Granger, stop it. It's just a headache. I don't have to stay in bed." In spite of his words, Draco burrowed into the duvet, trying to will away the pain that was chipping away his strength. "I'll be fine."
He could feel her soft hand rub his head, her soft lips plant a kiss on his hair.
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I doooooo
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Ron and Ron's like "who she staring at?"