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Otto Seppalainen by Pantelis
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Draco contemplated dying his hair after the war to give himself some anonymity, but in the end, he couldn't go through with it.
Instead, he gave himself a more rugged haircut and refuses to let it grow long, like his father.
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Lucky Blue Smith for Ralph Lauren SS25
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//Think I'm gonna have two fcs for Draco so that I can get his whole aesthetic in 🤔
Plus I'm just really enjoying having two fcs on the marauders era blogs - i love the rangeeee
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~ @oftriwizards || liked for a starter || For Daphne ~
"Here -" Draco places a bundle of manuscripts onto the table in front of Daphne, dusting his hands off on his jacket. He's spent the past week in the archives at Malfoy Manor, digging up anything referencing blood curses. Lucius might have his flaws, but he was at least thorough in his quest for knowledge. He has books and manuscripts about everything. And they're now all Draco's problem - The least he can do is use them to help someone.
"These -" He pulls out a smaller stack from the bottom of the pile. "I think are the most relevant. I've marked the important passages - We'll just have to get a sample of your sister's blood so that we can run tests."
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"Weasley, do I look like I'd do anything other than fancy and luxurious?" Hand gestures down to the tailored suit and expensive shoes. Lips quirk upwards. "You're too short to climb over the gates." He calls after her before turning on his heel and heading to the back entrance to wait.
Thirty minutes later, he pushes himself from the wall, moving towards Ginny as she appears. "Ready? I've used the time wisely and have narrowed it down to a cocktail bar with a view over the Thames or an underground wine bar that's very exclusive. You can choose."
congratulatory drink.
ginny perks up, suddenly silent.
really, no one has ever brought her a drink before. sure, there were often celebrations whenever they've won and the team would go out for a round of drinks after. those are usually a collection of beers and a lot of singing, though. and george had buy all of them a very nice meal when she first debuted and they've all attended that very first match, but ... a drink.
❛ only if you're buying me the fanciest, most luxurious drink there is. ❜ right, right, right. this is molly weasley's best trick : wrangling. never let it be said that ginevra weasley isn't her mum's trueborn daughter through and through. ❛ but if it's shite, you're buying another. ❜ just to seal the deal, really. and before he could back off and rightfully regret from the decision, she's already pulling away, shouting at him, ❛ meet me at the back entrance in thirty minutes !!! if you're not there, i know where you live, malfoy !!! ❜
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TOM GLYNN-CARNEY photographed by Nick Tydeman for British GQ (June 2024)
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~ @forgaeven || ❛ Is she really just a friend? ❜ no but what if draco hasnt been coming around lately and gin's heard rumours abt him and astoria... ~
Draco looks up from the broom he's been admiring, eyes turning to Ginny. They've fallen into an easy rhythm, meeting for lunch - Often stopping off into a Quidditch supplies shop along the way. Sometimes they go for walks. Sometimes it's drinks. It's familiar, comfortable - He likes Ginny's energy, how she makes him feel. However, lately, he's been distracted. Their meetings have become more sporadic. He's been spending more time at the Manor, helping Astoria. It's complicated. She'd come looking for his help - He couldn't turn her away.
"As opposed to what, Weasley?" He leans against the shelf, looking at her with an arched eyebrow. "Are you asking me if I'm dating Astoria?"
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TOM GLYNN-CARNEY PHOTOGRAPHED BY RHYS FRAMPTON FOR CONTENTs MAN MAGAZINE (2022)
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Suddenly Ginny's on the floor and Draco's looking down at her, listening to her as she talks about Quidditch. He doesn't know what to do. Should he sit beside her? Eyes glance around. It wouldn't be proper. Although - His name's already in the mud. Most people are avoiding him for fear of being seen with a former Death Eater. He may be able to sponsor the event and coax people in with money - But it doesn't mean they'll actually speak to him.
So he grabs a bottle of alcohol from a passing tray and sits down beside her, unbuttoning his tux jacket as he does so.
"Firstly, stop comparing yourself to Viktor Krum - You, at least, have the ability to string sentences together." It still winds him up, how much people laud the man. He's not that impressive. "I know Quidditch is important. It's more important now than ever - Gives people something to celebrate after all the grief." He holds the bottle out for her. "And I refuse to believe that you're horrendous. As loath as I am to admit it - I remember your flying skills when we were in Hogwarts - You were good." Perhaps he'll have to actually venture out to see her playing now. Merlin, he can't remember the last Quidditch match he attended. "Stop comparing yourself to other people - It won't lead to any happiness." Eyes look to her. "Do you enjoy it?"
❛ right. about the same from what he told me then, ❜ so malfoy isn't a total wet blanket. right.
ginny clearly hasn't an idea what to do with that, so she doesn't, now half-tempted to excuse herself somehow and walk away from this telling luna that she probably has the most bonkers of interaction with draco damned malfoy. ( pretty sure his middle's name more obnoxious than that, but hey. creative liberty and all, yeah ? ) but malfoy cuts ahead. he asks her how are you, like they're friends.
right. completely not mental at all, today.
though whatever shock that grips at her ebbs away from malfoy's continued remarks. ginny finds herself groaning aloud, instantly deflating, and she moves: sitting down on the floor with her back against the wall and her legs outstretched from under the dress she's wearing, protocol or decorum be damned. she feels like shite. ❛ i am horrendous, ❜ she tells him, flatly and way too honest.
❛ all the praises you've heard are just—it might be because i'm one of the youngest recruits they've ever gotten, but it still isn't a miraculous feat by any means. krum was recruited when he was sixteen, which i'm sure you know. ❜ because they'd at least gotten that in common, right ? he was a seeker once too. she'd almost forgotten that. ❛ i can't just be good. i need to be better. quidditch's important, too, you know. all of sports are. it brings lots of people together, and it promotes competition in a healthy way. or, well. nobody's ever killed anyone for it in massive strides anyhow. ❜
unlike war.
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Draco blinks, eyes dropping to the finger that's very viciously being pointed at him. Is he really being berated for giving a compliment? It causes a prickle of annoyance to bubble. Which is, in itself, surprising. Draco doesn't feel much of anything anymore. He's numb. Although not around Ginny Weasley, apparently.
"My apologies, Weasley, for not waxing lyrical about those remarkable skills." The words drip from his lips with a sardonic tinge. "Next time I'll write a sonnet about you to offer up as a tribute to your glorious flying and unparalleled goal-scoring ability." There's a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Now, have you finished scolding me or would you prefer I ask you for your autograph?" And then. "If you allow me to buy you a congratulatory drink, I promise not to mention the falcons."
whatever apprehension ginny harbours before's dropped at his comment. instantly, her temper flares, and she finds herself cursing: ❛ oh, sod off, malfoy ! ❜
she whips around, determined to leave him be when her fury catches with her again and ginny finds herself turned back once more, pointing a finger at him. ❛ flying ?! flying ! i did one of the MOST complex manoeuvre to capture the quaffle and assisted in the winning score after ! i got seven assists alone, and five goals. three of which were consecutive ! consecutive, malfoy ! before they had to have their chasers corner me. ❜
ginny scoffs in indignation, huffing out rapidly; her cheeks now as red as her hair. ❛ flying– just flying– oh i bet if it were a puddlemere united's game, you'd be all over it — or a falmouth falcons, that rotten team ! ❜
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~ @xbrightestwitch / @grimmusings || liked for a little starter ~
Draco doesn't tend to like asking for help. Especially not now. The Malfoy name no longer holds the weight it used to. It's only a reminder of the guilt that Draco now carries due to his actions during the war. He hides away from society, only appearing when necessary. And this is necessary. It's a Dark Arts relic that he's been trying to destroy. Part of his father's collection. He's slowly dismantling it, locking it behind glass and ensuring that no one gets their hands on the artefacts. This one, however, refuses to be locked up. Keeps disappearing and reappearing around the manor. Draco can never hold it to one position. Danger aside, it's just bloody annoying at this stage.
There's only one person he can ask.
"Granger." Draco slides into the seat opposite her, placing his satchel on the ground. "Before you say anything - I come in peace, I just need your help."
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heck it, a compiled collection of angsty starters for your angsty needs … sentence starters
“You left me.”
“Please lie to me.”
“I need you to stay.”
“You’re scaring me.”
“I thought you cared.”
“I only wanted to help.”
“I’m not the one you want.”
“You never cared, did you?”
“I wasn’t made to be the hero.”
“Don’t lie to me. Don’t do that.”
“You’re haunted by something.”
“Did this mean nothing to you?”
“I don’t mean to push you away.”
“I thought we were meant to be.”
“I used to care what you thought.”
“You took my heart when you left.”
“There’s nothing left here to save.”
“Please, don’t. Please, don’t leave.”
“I won’t do it. I won’t become them.”
“You never even tried to save them.”
“I don’t want you here, not anymore.”
“I can’t believe you kept this from me.”
“You need to stop clinging to the past.”
“Nothing is ever good enough for you.”
“I thought I could trust you. I thought…”
“I don’t need anyone else. Not even you.”
“You can’t keep pushing yourself like this.”
“There’s no one up there watching over us.”
“Don’t do it unless you understand the price.”
“You got hurt… because of me. I’m so sorry.”
“Your eyes are so cold when you look at me.”
“They’re gone… and you need to accept that.”
“You keep hurting me. I just want to know why.”
“You can go, but you know they won’t love you.”
“You’re scared of them. I can see it in your eyes.”
“I don’t know how to let myself be loved like this.”
”You’ve done nothing but lie to me from the start.”
“What would you be willing to give to change it all?”
“You don’t even realize what you’ve done, do you?”
“I don’t know how to tell you what’s wrong with me.”
“You can fool everyone else, but you can’t fool me.”
“I don’t recognize the person in the mirror anymore.”
“If you keep doing this, you’re going to end up dead.”
“You break my heart. And I don’t know why I let you.”
“You need to lie back down, you’re barely conscious.”
“Something is keeping you awake. Is it fear or regret?”
“I’m here, because I don’t have anyone else to turn to.”
“Look me in the eye and tell me, again, you don’t care.”
“There’s not a single thing that real about you, is there?”
“They’ll keep kicking you down until you kick them back.”
“I just want to help you, but you clearly don’t want me to.”
“You don’t have to do everything on your own, you know.”
“We’re not good people. We’ve never been good people.”
“You won’t survive if you stay here… you know that, right?”
“I can’t even trust myself. How am I supposed to trust you?”
“You’re not a good person. You pretend to be, but you’re not.”
“You might not be a villain, but you sure as hell aren’t a hero.”
“You can’t move on if you let the past keep holding you back.”
“How can you look me in the eye and say something like that?”
“They’re gone. They’re gone, and there was nothing I could do.”
“Can you just tell me the truth?? For once, just tell me the truth!”
“Why won’t you let me in? Why do you keep pushing me away?”
“There’s something wrong here. And I don’t think it can be fixed.”
“I only wanted to make you proud. Now I see that was pointless.”
“I love you, but I can’t stay here and watch you do this to yourself.”
“You say you love me in one breath, then hurt me in the next. Why?”
“Oh my god, you’re burning up. Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”
“There’s nothing there! It’s just a hallucination, you’re okay, you’re safe!”
“Leave if you want. But, if you do, don’t come back. Don’t ever come back.”
“Because I still think you could be a good person, I just think you choose not to.”
“You don’t have to love me, you don’t even have to like me, but I need you here.”
“You’ve never been honest with me… I don’t know why I expected you to start now.”
“Why do you keep risking yourself like this? Do you not care whether you live or die?”
“You keep breaking yourself down for them, but you know they wouldn’t do the same.”
“I would do anything for you. But, I’m starting to realize you wouldn’t do the same for me.”
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;;Like for a little lyric starter?
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;;Lil Starter Call
This is for all 3 blogs so feel free to comment and let me know who you'd like ❤️
Hermione: @wandwise Draco: @velvetregret
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