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Draco Malfoy

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[01 Apr 2006|01:21am]
[ mood | bored ]

Who: open
Type: journal

I'm bored. Amuse me, someone.

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Restart [01 Apr 2006|12:32am]
All entries from this point forward are after Impropriety's restart, and unrelated to all prior entries.
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Impropriety (original game) userinfo [01 Apr 2006|12:32am]
Yes, it is I, Draconis Nero Malfoy, scion of the noble pureblood House of Malfoy and ect, ect, ect.

Anyway, enough of that. Draco will suffice. I'm seventeen years old and a seventh-year Slytherin at Hogwarts, and Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson are very dear friends of mine. And yes, I'm engaged to Harry Potter, everyone knows that now, unless you don't read the papers or live in a cave in Antarctica or something. And no, I'm not just trying to turn him over to the Dark Lord or whatever other drivel they've been printing. I actually happen to be desperately in love with him, and that's all I'm going to say about it.
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At the Ministry [18 Mar 2006|09:47pm]
Draco sat silently in a chair just past the wards that took up half the room, staring down at the floor. Harry was next to him, Professors Snape and Lupin nearby and, a little ways away, his mother, standing close to the wards that would separate Lucius from them. The room was dead silent but for the occasional soft swish of Narcissa's robes when she shifted, and the five of them waited. Draco felt completely numb.
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At The Ministry [07 Mar 2006|12:57am]
Harry was on his feet as soon as the door swung open, hurrying towards Draco, who looked... well, awful. He looked awful, of course he did, after reliving all that...

"Harry," Draco said, the word a choked whisper on his lips. He wrapped his arms tightly around Harry and buried his face in his shoulder, trying not to cry, trying to hold, just trying not to fall apart. Not here, not now, not yet, not in front of these people, the crowd of reporters that had inevitably formed when they had come here.

"Ssshh..." Harry soothed, holding him close. "It's okay..."

Something inside Draco finally snapped, and he held tighter to Harry as the tears started to fall.
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In H/D's Room [28 Feb 2006|02:36am]
Harry had expected another fight when he returned to the room later that evening, but there was none. Upon entering, the reason became clear; Draco was asleep at the desk. He looked far from his usual cool, collected self, Harry noticed with a twinge of guilt. His pale skin looked more ashen than fair, and his eyelids were red; Harry knew if Draco's eyes had been open, they would have been bloodshot. He was frowning in his sleep, his jaw tight, fingers clenched around a quill. It was about the farthest thing from a peaceful sleep save a nightmare that Harry could think off.

He drew closer and saw, lying open on the desk next to Draco, an open journal, the pages tearstained. He hesitated. He shouldn't, he shouldn't, he knew he shouldn't...

Harry picked it up.

Draco's JournalCollapse )
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[27 Feb 2006|11:24pm]
[ mood | crushed ]

I'l... I'll be in the room if anyone needs me. But otherwise, just.... yeah. Leave me be. I don't feel like talking right now... and Summer is fussing.

I need Amèlie...

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In H/D's Room [18 Feb 2006|12:50am]
There were, the rational part of Draco's mind thought dimly, some definite side benefits to slipping aphrodisiac in their own drinks as well as Morag's at dinner. But Draco wasn't inclined to dwell on it at all, not when he was pinned to the bed with Harry buried so deep in his body Draco was amazed he didn't feel him in his throat and fucking him so hard that he doubted he'd be able to walk come morning. But Circe, who cared about walking at a time like this....
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Valentine's Day Night [15 Feb 2006|01:07am]
It had been a wonderful evening. Draco had met Harry at their rooms with a smile, a kiss, and a soft, "Happy Valentine's Day, love," before they had walked out past the wards. Draco had gently taken Harry's hand and apparated them to an out-of the way restaurant in Nice where he had reserved a table for two by the window, which looked out over the water. The food had been excellent, the sunset beautiful, and afterward they had just walked for a while along the quiet beach, enjoying the evening air. It was unseasonably warm for February, and the sky was bright with stars; it was a beautiful night. Neither Harry nor Draco had talked much; they didn't need to.

When they finally returned to Hogwarts, Draco opened the door to their bedroom and ushered a startled Harry inside. The room was lit only by the warm glow of candles, which gave off a faint jasmine scent, and the bed was made all in red, even the sheets, which were burgundy silk. On the nightstand sat a small tray of chocolates and strawberries, and two glasses of champagne, chilled by cooling charms. Draco smiled slightly and slid his arms around Harry's waist. "You like?"
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Draco's Journal [11 Feb 2006|03:12am]
I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. About... everything. Lucius. And I really don't think I could face a full trial. But there's another option... A Memory Ball. Just a glorified Pensieve with a truth spell on it, but the thing is... they're not usually used concerning violent crime for a reason. Because you have to relive it... I would have to go through everything he ever did to me all over again...

I don't know what to do. I don't have it in me to look Lucius in the eye and testify against him, but to relive all that.... but at the same time, it may be the only way I'll ever be free of it. And Harry is right that Lucius deserves it, I know that, but... it's not easy, letting go of the past. Of the hope you'll finally get what you need.

But who am I kidding? That hope has been dead for years.
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Draco's Journal [08 Feb 2006|11:29pm]
The dreams have been getting worse lately. Or nightmares, more accurately. At the rate things are going, I'm going to have to start taking dreamless sleep potions just to get some rest.

It's stupid, but I thought... I thought I could just put it behind me. Just walk away and add it to the list of reasons why Lucius is awful and be Strong Draco and leave it at that, but... I can't. I'm healed, but I'm not getting better. I still go down to Slytherin and expect to see Daphne in the common room with the others, or hear her voice from Blaise's bed. I keep catching myself thinking of Lucius as "father" like I did before everything went wrong.

But Daphne is gone, Blaise is a mess, and Lucius tried to fucking kill me.

You can't go back after that, do you hear me?! You CAN'T GO BACK! It's over! Just accept it, Draco, just accept it and get over it, stop being stupid and wishing he'll change because he won't.

I cannot keep doing this....
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In Harry and Draco's Room... [05 Feb 2006|12:44am]
Draco was curled up on the chaise lounge, flipping through wedding magazines. Merlin, he'd never have thought he'd be spending a lazy Saturday afternoon doing that. But it was pleasant enough– the room was quiet, with Summer down for her nap, and he was dressed in a comfortable pair of Muggle jeans and a soft, warm jumper, and the pale winter light filtered in through the window, setting the room softly aglow in weak gold.
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[03 Feb 2006|10:50pm]
[ mood | content ]

I must say, I'm rather surprised that Snape is actually teaching us to brew amortentia, seeing as it's under such tight Ministry controls. Supposing someone kept a batch?

It's an interetsing potion, though. But I AM a bit unclear on the use of the jasmine... do we crush the petals, or just bruise them? The text is rather vague.

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[02 Feb 2006|03:56am]
Well. I have a new wand, and it's profoundly reassuring. Merlin, being without one is the most awful, nagging feeling; I'm glad I'me done with that.
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Um. Wow. [24 Jan 2006|07:33pm]
[ mood | indescribable ]

So my boyfriend is at the moment more of a... girlfriend. A rather... full-figured one at that. Well, well.

I can't decide if I should be upset or amused. And is it bad that I'm thinking of all the kinky possibilities associated with this? Because by Circe, you probably don't want to know any of what's going through my head right now... well, not unless your name is Blaise Zabini.

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In the RoR [18 Jan 2006|06:17pm]
[ mood | depressed ]

Draco bit his lip and carefully rolled on to his side, not bothering to choke back the moan of pain the motion wrenched from him as the flex of still-healing muscles reopened the wounds on his back and he felt the trickle of blood down the skin. Draco curled up in a tight ball, staring longingly at the pain potion and wand sitting on the table. It all hurt. He would reach to get the potion or the wand to summon it, but with last night's potion worn off, it hurt too much to move that far. And with Harry gone... Draco shied away from the thought. He was too tired, hurt too much to deal with it right now. He hadn't slept hardly at all, too plagued by violent nightmares, and the resulting thrashing around on the bed had only made the pain worse. And there was no one to talk to, and he couldn't get to Summer to curl up with and hold her, and everything hurt and he was angry and he couldn't stop thinking about it and he hated Daphne and he hated Lucius and he hated himself and everything hurt and why won't it just go away?

Draco buried his face in the pillow and started to cry. It wasn't as if there was anyone there to see.

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In the RoR [15 Jan 2006|11:18am]
Draco woke to sunlight, warmth, and pain. He bit his lip and carefully rolled on to his side so his weight wasn't on his still-healing back and saw Harry lying curled up beside him; apparently exhaustion had finally won out over misplaced nobility. Draco smiled slightly and laced his fingers with Harry's and rested his head against his chest, finding the gentle rise-and-fall motion of his breathing more soothing than he could really explain. The room was quiet and still, lit only by pale winter sunlight, and under any othr circumstances, this would have been a perfect morning.
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In the RoR [14 Jan 2006|11:52am]
Draco groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. Everything hurt, and he wasn't even moving. He opened an eye and immediately closed it against the brighteness of the room.

Wait. Brightness. The dungeons were dark.

Draco opened his eyes again, and Harry's anxious face came into view.
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In The Malfoy Manor Dungeons (2) [13 Jan 2006|11:30pm]
Warning: Graphic torture scenes.

Draco flinched at the cracking sound of a whipCollapse )
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Malfoy Manor [13 Jan 2006|07:22pm]
When the portkey finally let him go, Draco hit hard stone and stumbled, only just managing to catch himself before he fell. And he knew this stone, this darkness. He was in Malfoy Manor. Specifically, the lowest level dungeons, the fourth cell on the left. He was quite familiar with it.

Dungeons. Daphne.Collapse )
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