FoxWriter
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- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
RE: Shattered Minds
Harry grinned at the other and took his hand again, a lot more comfortable with showing Alisander affection, once he'd made sure that the other wasn't going to pull away or mock him. "i need to have someone fetch my things from school. it's pointless to go back." he admitted with a shake of his head. "Dumbledore won't teach me anything." he growled, annoyed as he narrowed his eyes. "i might not join Voldemort... you understand right? but i'm going to write some letters... Remus, and Sirius... Ron and Hermione... if i can pull them out from Dumbledore's thumb... at least they won't be aiding my enemy..."
Draco's lips thinned and he shook his head. "Lucius will never love me." Draco stated simply. "and trying to convince me otherwise is a pointless endeavor." he flashed the other a small grin. "i don't think we're going back to Hogwarts. your father would never allow it." he teased playfully as he hesitantly took her hand and headed for the eyeglass shop. "where do we wish to go and eat? i don't think we can risk Harry going to a proper Pure-Blooded restaurant yet. he can barley manage a fork and a spoon, let alone all the different cutlery for fine dining." he admitted with an annoyed look as Harry flashed him a smirk. "actually Malfoy, i'll have you know that i know very well how to 'fine dine'. my aunt insisted i learn so that i could properly cook and set up her fancy dinner parties." Harry admitted. "i'd bet i know more about fine dining than you even do. i had to read books, stand in a corner with my back straight and eyes forward, and serve pompous bitches who... as you said, didn't know the difference between a Hors d'ouevre and a main dish." Harry admitted with a shake of his head. "i really need to get Voldemort over to Surrey..." he mused, his eyes flashing red, indicating that this was Evan. Draco was just staring at Evan in shock. "you... you... what!?"
Harry grinned at the other and took his hand again, a lot more comfortable with showing Alisander affection, once he'd made sure that the other wasn't going to pull away or mock him. "i need to have someone fetch my things from school. it's pointless to go back." he admitted with a shake of his head. "Dumbledore won't teach me anything." he growled, annoyed as he narrowed his eyes. "i might not join Voldemort... you understand right? but i'm going to write some letters... Remus, and Sirius... Ron and Hermione... if i can pull them out from Dumbledore's thumb... at least they won't be aiding my enemy..."
Draco's lips thinned and he shook his head. "Lucius will never love me." Draco stated simply. "and trying to convince me otherwise is a pointless endeavor." he flashed the other a small grin. "i don't think we're going back to Hogwarts. your father would never allow it." he teased playfully as he hesitantly took her hand and headed for the eyeglass shop. "where do we wish to go and eat? i don't think we can risk Harry going to a proper Pure-Blooded restaurant yet. he can barley manage a fork and a spoon, let alone all the different cutlery for fine dining." he admitted with an annoyed look as Harry flashed him a smirk. "actually Malfoy, i'll have you know that i know very well how to 'fine dine'. my aunt insisted i learn so that i could properly cook and set up her fancy dinner parties." Harry admitted. "i'd bet i know more about fine dining than you even do. i had to read books, stand in a corner with my back straight and eyes forward, and serve pompous bitches who... as you said, didn't know the difference between a Hors d'ouevre and a main dish." Harry admitted with a shake of his head. "i really need to get Voldemort over to Surrey..." he mused, his eyes flashing red, indicating that this was Evan. Draco was just staring at Evan in shock. "you... you... what!?"