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this was a first for him. having a strict rule of none of his hook-ups, lovers, exes or whatever the fuck they were to sleep in his bed ( in the dormitory ). he's never ever had someone in his room at the manor, in other words he's very territorial. this was too much for his brain to compute, harry in his bed - claiming it as his very own... looking soft, vulnerable to a point. and he couldn't help but stare fondly at him though his face remained in stone — cold, detected and distancing himself.

rolling his eyes at the amusement dancing on potter's face, it was going to be a long night for the two of them... cause like hell he'll let the other out of his sights — not wanting him to find someone else's bed. is he high ? or is he being his lightweight self ? had the mental pressure finally got to him ? his own mental pressure ( hiding his dark mark, the blood on his hands, only the half of it all ) was eating him alive with, and yet he couldn't help but indulge the other. ❝ no... huh ? ❞ he repeated, watching as harry turned into a lazy cat claiming the bed for himself. cute. ❝ why must you be so difficult, st. potter ? ❞ he mumbled, making no attempt to move him. no, he just stood over him wondering how long it would be before he crawled on harry himself. hands resting on the peak of his adonis belt, lax in his massive shoulders, and exigency bleeding through whilst looking at harry.

he barely had any time to raise a suspicious brow before the much smaller boy lunged at him, forcefully pulling him on top. effortlessly, catching himself by planting a hand just near unruly raven locks, he panted out in surprise that he allowed it to go this far. with that he conjured a wall built from the ground to separate his bed from the rest, isolating them and placing a sneaky little quietening charm over them — so, no one will hear them. ❝ if you were feeling lonely, you could've asked me to join you. ❞ he mused, a hand had crept itself under harry's shirt, splayed over his ribcage, possessively.

❝ this little display is a little desperate even for you. ❞ he said. getting dangerously closer to harry's lips only to draw back, teasingly so.

this was a first. being in draco's bed. while they had fooled around in other locations before, mainly a bed that showed itself to them in the room of requirement, being here felt weirdly intimate. it smelled like him. and it took all of harry's will power to not bury himself in the scent of fresh laundry and of malfoy's soap. he wouldn't be surprised if draco were the sort to have his sheets washed every day, probably at the hand of an overworked house elf.

amusement immediately settled onto his features at the dramatic reaction he elicited from his lover enemy. and thanks to the weed provided to him from none other than pansy parkinson, he can't help but giggle, bloodshot eyes taking in the sight of the other with an appreciation. see how the hell was harry supposed to focus on his studies or getting voldemort out of his mind when draco was walking around with abs like that? a sigh emitted from his lips, giving a shake of his head as he outstretched his hands before folding them neatly behind his head, " no. " he said simply, " i'm quite comfortable here, thanks. " if malfoy wanted him out of his bed, he was going to have to make him. harry opened his eyes, merely peering at the other standing in front of him.

a daring smile preyed onto pink lips, " in fact . . . " harry lunged forward to wrap his arms around the other's waist, forcefully pulling the other onto the bed with him sloppily, thanks to the substances that were clouding his cognitive and receptive abilities. " i think you should join me, actually. "

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dark hair, darker night the autumn equinox slowly draws closer, as two puffs draw closer on this cold evening. though they were both separated by a table and a short stretch of sofa. with no bodies between them anymore, the first years having left not long after his polish dried properly, left for whatever reasons that certainly beat him. u-jin lounged further on the bags, light crunching of beans under his weight shifting to be able to look see briar, not just the blanket covering her legs. his device resting on his clothed sternum, the long sleeve shirt wasn't like a second skin. no, there was room for movement but far from being oversized with a kawii looking panda printed on the white fabric. taking a look at purple polished hand, he liked that one the best with different shades of purple but none too dark. he smiled to himself before outstretching his arm to try to show briar his favourite hand.

u-jin was daft when it came to people liking him, he didn't get what they saw in him. especially, someone like briar... thus he had no clue of being her crush. ❝ oh ... ❞ u-jin spoke softly, just a little louder then the fire cracking in simmering fire. taking the device off his chest to type one-handed a little awkwardly from the strange position he had contorted himself in. ❝ thank you. wanna touch them ? ❞ his device said in the same tone, really masking the effect on teasing but oh, well. ❝ you have nice hands too. maybe we should both runaway together and become hand models ? ❞

a  sigh  escaped  briar's  parted  lips  as  her  eyes  try  to  focus  on  the  novel  in  her  hands,  her  pet  rabbit,  clover,  curled  up  in  her  lap.  she  was  nestled  into  the  arm  of  one  of  the  two  cozy  couches  in  the  common  room,  facing  the  fireplace.  briar  could  smell  something  sweet  baking  in  the  kitchens,  and  she  felt  completely  and  utterly  at  ease.  possibly  for  the  first  time  since  the  tragedy  that  had  struck  hogwarts  at  the  end  of  last  year.  she  hoped  that  this  year  would  turn  out  different,  her  naivety  almost  tangible.  with  another  sigh  at  her  inability  to  focus  on  the  muggle  romance  novel  in  her  lap,  she  quietly  closed  it  and  placed  it  next  to  her  on  the  couch,  her  fingers  drifting  to  the  small  sleeping  rabbit  in  her  hand - knitted  afghan  covered  lap.  she  let  her  eyes  wonder  around  the  common  room,  before  taking  in  the  sight  of  u-jin  and  two  first  years,  a  few  bottles  of  nail  polish  between  them.  she  felt  her  cheeks  heat  slightly.  white  her  crush  on  u-jin  was  a  close  guarded  secret,  she  was  sure  she  didn't  hide  very  well.  often  becoming  a  stuttering  mess  anytime  he  spoke  to  her,  her  cheeks  never  failing  to  flare  cherry  red  whenever  they  made  eye  contact.  a  small  smile  made  it's  way  to  her  lips  as  she  watched  the  first  years  finish  painting  his  nails,  one  hand  purple  and  the  other  a  sparkly  silver  shade. her  eyes  widened  as  she  heard  the  robotic  voice  say  her  name,  before  realizing that  yes,  in  fact,  he  was  speaking  to  her.  she  let  out  a quiet  laugh that was still loud  enough  to  stir  clover slightly  in  her  lap.  "  w - well,  i  think  you  could  definitely  pull  it  off, you do have nice hands.  i  hear  it  pays  well,  too.  "  she  nodded,  her  eyes  focused  on  his  hands.

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illuminating light, clear of clouds, dipping just under the thickets of woods behind them. clutching, rising bird flocks for the safety of their nests as dark will soon be upon them all - thus will cut their time short due to needing to head back soon. not that it really deters u-jin ( usually always a little late ) as he was focusing on trying to make friends with the merpersons, he was certain he was wearing them down... that or they were waiting to drown him, if he gets too close to the water's edge when they approach. but he was willing to risk his life to make friends with them before the end of his time in hogwarts.

usually, he was better at knowing his surroundings and more importantly how close others were to him but apparently, his luck had run out on this day. his own hands went to rose's shoulders as he did really catch himself on her, not using his full weight or the two of them would be on the ground by now, releasing her. he sidestpped to be on level with her on the saggy grass. his device in hand, quickly typed out. ❝ thanks for being my rock, rose. ❞ the robotic voice said, he smiled behind his collar at her. nodding his head enthusiastically. ❝ yes. possibly could be a slytherin after like millenniums of evolving ? but doubtful, just as vain though. ❞ he lightly chuckled with her, she was always quite funny and made him laugh with ease. ❝ what are you doing out and about at this time ? ❞

adventuring outside the castle was something rose absolutely loved to do. whether that took the form of walking the breadth of the lakeside, or making her way up to the astronomy tower to alone. even visit the owls or beasts from time to time, one could almost always find rose wandering around when she wasn’t in class or bogged down by studies. especially during the autumn season, entranced by the cool air and colorful leaves around the school. she couldn’t help but want to bundle up and run to wherever her feet lead that time.

this time, rose found herself looking for skipping stones round the lake. a dumb skill she’d learned from her dad back in ireland, but an easy enough way to pass the time. glancing up, she saw her fellow hufflepuff further down the way and planned to chat with him before he left to go back. only he managed to run into her before she could say anything. a laugh escaped her as she shrugged, hands holding onto his arm to steady them both. “c’mon now, at least ya didn’t fall in? that’s a positive right?” she glanced over at the knick knacks he’d been putting out. “are those for merfolk? or in case some slytherin break out of their dorms and swim to the surface?” she joked with smirk.

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status : closed for ronald weasley, @licnhcart. location : potion's corridor.

suffered, quietly to himself all throughout potions due to being placed directly across from weasley. punishment. certainly, so. his mentor hadn't been too pleased with his latest essay and this was his consequence. being sucked into the loser side of potions where everyone in a twenty meter radius of ronald seemed to go from not being able to read simple instructions to that of blowing up a potion, a first year could master. loser shite.

somehow, he ended up behind weasley ( not a sight for sore eyes ) and was overhearing some of the conversation, between him and someone else that draco didn't care about ( not that he cared for ronald, simply an easy rise. ) and with that driving him forward he used his three-inches taller than the other to muscle past him. ❝ when are you going to quit making yourself feel better by spouting all that bullshit ? ❞ he said over his shoulder, cold greys zeroing in on the other's face and smirk slithering on his lips, awaiting the bite.

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journalism is an art form, one which u-jin strongly believed sue had mastered the art of, she had tact whereas most journalists don't ( rita skeeter... was she even classed as one ? that he wasn't sure of ) and she was brilliant but sue already knew he thought she was brilliant as he has stated it multiple times prior to this. but he had to give her props for not over killing the tragedy of last year. or was it simply overdone, now ? old news ? nah, he didn't believe that as the prophet was still touching base on that topic to this day. distasteful. sue wasn't a vulture.

his back had started to ache in the lower part from sitting on this stool for so long, hunched over the table to look over their display of everything in which they had caputred from sue's notes and write-ups, that of other students write-ups which still needed to be edited and his photos. but everything had started to blur and haze around the edges from them dipping in and out of working on the paper to that of general conversation.

that he blinked at her twice, eyes widening out a little and quickly darting back to focus on what they had in front of them, this one page wasn't really sue's style. and he wondered why. ❛ honestly ? ❜ he signed to her, lightly shaking his head giving her the answer in short before he slowly and carefully signed out. ❛ no. it's not giving at all. where is sue's flare ? this page is mainly a write-up. ❜ he tapped on the page, he had been looking at for far too long earlier. ❛ maybe if we spin it inwards ? or for it to fuzz out for the fluffy nature of the piece ? ❜

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she sat at the table, shuffling through her notes and u-jin's photos trying to figure which of them she'd choose. in true fashion, her and the hufflepuff had been up and down the campus trying to get the incoming flux of student body. questions about how they felt about the things that had transpired and an overall outlook on the semester. she had u-jin grab photos of the campus and incoming first years, wanting to making it a more fluffy and introspective piece about students returning with impending danger.

it was time to put it all together and get it ready to be reviewed for the howl, but they hadn't got much progress done, just sue enjoying her time with him...a little too much.

she hummed to get his attention so he could look at her as she brought her fingers up to sign her words, saying them out loud anyways even as her hands curved and tapped to get across what she'd been saying. 'bubba, do you think this is enough? i feel like its not...giving what i need, what do you think.' she'd come accustomed to the hufflepuff's input, these days his opinion was of the very fine amount that she cared for. maybe the most important one. @grcyfm

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status : closed for briar zheng, @briarzheng. location : hufflepuff common room.

golden skies and greenery for yonder, ribbons and threads intertwining the first week back or first week experience overall, all knotting and tangling before the year has truly begun. thus was how he always found the first week back, chaotic and cacophonous. but all of it became a hush when skies turn inky, and all were ushered to their common rooms. and most of his evening he has been occupied by entertaining the first years, ensuring their first week hasn't been too stressful on them. after all, they all deserved their first year to be rememberable — hoping it would be a good one without any hiccups. but he wasn't naive. so, that could be the reason he's draped himself over two pastel yellow beanbags, his hand taken by two first years as they paint his nails with muggle polish. the girls giggling about how he should be a hand model after his schooling, he found himself smiling in amusement.

once they had finished drying, he rolled over on his back and looked down the length of the couch to the person occupying it. ❝ what do you think, briar ? should i quit school now and become a hand model. ❞ his device spoke for him after he had skillfully entered the message one-handed, the robotic unmistakable for any puff ( or anyone ) who's been around u-jin long enough.

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status : open for all. location : great lake.

autumn took deep root this week ; beginning to settle in deep and wrap itself around the grounds, killing the leaves and letting their bodies float off the canopy, greens fading to red, gold and brown. and thus the beginning of autumn's symphony. u-jin walked a lap around the great lake, in his oversized yellow cow pattern wooled jacket that was zipped all the way up obscuring his mouth and the tip of his nose. waiting from until the sun went under the tree canopies, wanting to watch the bio-luminous dance across the water from muskrill that sometimes get confused and come towards the surface of the water believing them to be diving deep rather then breaching the water.

and he was venturing further off the path, shoes crunched against the leaves and blades of grass, slowly becoming soggy sounding as he drew closer to the water's edge. placing his offerings of knick-knacks in the water for his merperson, friends ??? he wondered if offerings would summon more friends with non-merpersons ??? deep in thought as he made his way to the path, only to quite literally run into the only living soul out here besides himself. instinctively his hands came upwards to catch onto the person, so he wouldn't fall flat on his face. ❝ bonito flakes. ❞

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connection aesthetic moodboard 3/? - "i am brutally soft woman."

so please, tell that it's alright ~ sue's friendship w/. u-jin bai @grcyfm

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connection aesthetic moodboard 3/? - "he set fire to the world around him but never let a flame touch her."

the protection of one body is the protection of the other's soul ~ luna's friendship w/. draco malfoy @grcyfm

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Theodore Nott and Draco Malfoy Friendship Moodboard

"you're my best friend. i've got your back no matter what. end of story."

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Katie Bell and U-Jin Bai Friendship Moodboard

"you are one of the best things in my life."

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status : closed for luna lovegood, @loveusogxxd. location : corridor near the ravenclaw tower.

his palms are wide and his fingers square, looped through laces of colourful sneakers. his skin is so pale, visible are his veins pumping blue underneath from rolled-up sleeves. and it makes the red torn skin on his knuckles stand out that much more. using the stony wall behind him to sink to the ground, next to her, not too close as he didn't want to overstep her boundary. placing her sneakers between the two of them, giving them back to her. ❝ how far will fudge go to gain gringotts ? ❞ he said, the front headline of the latest quibbler issue to her. he always eased her in with something familiar to her, a safety blanket. coaxing her softly to come around on her own time. ❝ interesting piece. ❞

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fill the void with a body you know and know well, that's how he saw it. it was something comforting to him, more so these days then last. as he spent a lot sleepless hours to himself and his thoughts tend to darken whether from the horcrux on his finger or tired delirium or the waking nightmare of his summer vacation. he wasn't sure but it bugged him enough that he rarely slept at all. mercury eyes sharpened when the yapper had disappeared and he couldn't help but chuckle at their sudden absence. ❝ apparently, manners are unbecoming of a ravenclaw. ❞ he tsked out, watching them scurry into the sea of bodies.

her warmth against his side brought a knowing grin to his lips, this was familiar. he gently tugged her against his side, chasing her warmth. ❝ you. who else would there be ? ❞ he responses back, tilting his head to the side. ❝ you wound me, sue. i thought we were on first name basis. ❞ joking bringing his free hand to his chest, acting as if she had wounded him. before shaking his head at her. he leans in close to her ear. ❝ not the place to share bedroom stories. ❞

they continued to speak. much to sue's dismay, and she listened preemptively to them drone on as they answered her, only to be interrupted by a handsome mug with a head full of platinum hair. it made a smile slither over her red lips knowing well how this was going to go. and just as if on cue, the head slytherin finished his stare down with the stray raven, leaving them quickly fleeing without so much of a good bye.

she wanted to offer a quip towards their departure, but instead was met with a warm body pressed next to hers, long, muscular arm caging her in. "me." she said in response, giving him a sensual smirk. "is it not malfoy?" sue teased him, "care to remind me?"

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it had been a long week, already. becoming more and more antsy for the relief of the weekend. maybe he'd finally be able to get some much need sleep ? or at least he'd be able to drink himself into oblivion ( enough for a distraction ). high hopes indeed for the slytherin whom wondered quietly how he had any of those left, after his summer. and yet all thoughts left his mind when someone had the audacity to bump into him. he leered down at tracey, moody as usual, vexation furrow of brows came. ❝ are you ever in a good mood ? ❞ he asked, taking a minor step back and all for him to lean down, one hand dusting where her books had hit him. ❝ if you were taller, we might not have this problem. ❞

location: random corridor, open to anyone .

tracey  groaned  inwardly  as  she  hurried  down  the  crowded  corridor,  narrowly  dodging  first  years  who  seemed  determined  to  block  her  path  at  every  turn.  it  was  only  the  first  week  of  classes,  and  already  the  chaos  was  unbearable.  she  could  hear  snippets  of  conversation  around  her  —  some  students  complaining  about  their  classes,  others  excitedly  discussing  quidditch  tryouts.  tracey,  however,  was  focused  on  just  getting  through  the  day  without  snapping  at  someone.  yet  in  a  cruel  twist  of  fate,  as  she  turned  the  last  corner,  she  collided  head  on  with  someone,  her  books  slipping  from  her  grasp.  "watch  it!"  she  screeched,  her  voice  sharper  than  she  intended.  "are  you  crazy?,  i'm  walking  here."

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status : closed for katie bell, @lumcsmax. location : train station.

taking someone's words to heart, never did anyone any good. so, it came as a bit of surprise to draco how easy this was going to be, getting some stranger to trust you by a few flirty words on parchment. infiltration. an art which draco never thought he'd be good at due to his looks and well it wasn't in his personality to be subtle, and yet here he was trying to gain information from the weakest link, katie bell. she was close to potter and his friends. hermione was too smart to be fooled by a secret admirer... but it seemed katie had taken the bait.

this was too easy. he slithered his way through the crowds with ease, prey in sights. draco strikes. snatching the parchment from her gasp, easily back paddling to be in front of the girl, waving the parchment teasingly. ❝ what do we have here, bell ? ❞ he taunted, looking briefly but long enough to pretend to read what he wrote. ❝ ahh ! someone has finally taken interest in you. ❞ he pretty much announced, causing witches and wizards alike to stop and look at the commotion.

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