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Dec. 19th, 2009 10:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ferretface_gitChristmas. The season of love and giving and peace and good will and blah blah blah...
He'd been... melancholy lately, to say the least. Even for him. It wasn't Christmas that had brightened his spirits, and certainly not her, he told himself, and it didn't come from any sort of self-awareness... some revelation that he needed to pull himself out of the dumps if he ever wanted to have anything resembling a life again. No, it happened gradually. He thought less and less of what he'd lost, until one morning he woke up and didn't immediately want to throw himself off a cliff.
Still, stopping off in his room to grab his favorite hat before he went traipsing out into the snow and finding the brood of magazine cut-outs of Potter's face staring up at him from his pillow, jolly and glittery and smiling awkwardly in a row, he heaved out a sigh. Gritting his teeth and snatching them up, he calmly carried them into the rec room, where he knew there was a fire.
He'd been annoyed there, for a moment, but tossing the little faces into the flames helped to lighten his mood even more. Maybe he ought to thank her...
Not likely.
He'd been... melancholy lately, to say the least. Even for him. It wasn't Christmas that had brightened his spirits, and certainly not her, he told himself, and it didn't come from any sort of self-awareness... some revelation that he needed to pull himself out of the dumps if he ever wanted to have anything resembling a life again. No, it happened gradually. He thought less and less of what he'd lost, until one morning he woke up and didn't immediately want to throw himself off a cliff.
Still, stopping off in his room to grab his favorite hat before he went traipsing out into the snow and finding the brood of magazine cut-outs of Potter's face staring up at him from his pillow, jolly and glittery and smiling awkwardly in a row, he heaved out a sigh. Gritting his teeth and snatching them up, he calmly carried them into the rec room, where he knew there was a fire.
He'd been annoyed there, for a moment, but tossing the little faces into the flames helped to lighten his mood even more. Maybe he ought to thank her...
Not likely.
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Date: 2009-12-31 05:39 am (UTC)To be honest, his ability to surprise her is one of Luna's favorite things about Draco. She lets out another small sigh, eyes drifting shut for a moment. If he weren't so uptight, she would have so many questions for him, about what he likes and how things feel for him and-- well, a great many things.
Instead, she deliberately brushes her knee up his thigh.
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Date: 2009-12-31 06:14 am (UTC)Before, he'd been able to embrace the wrongness of it, but now, it didn't feel so much like a crime anymore.
Taking a detour, he flicked his tongue out over one nipple, almost as if he were testing the waters. Ah, yes. I can do that without being struck down where I stand.