Shoutout to the Dramione shippers who never had anything to go on in the first place except a punch in the face and are still going hard years later
I had never seen such beauty come down the steps onto the banquet hall. Not long had I entered myself, noticing the beauty of every girl I glanced at as I walked down the steps. There were many beautiful women here tonight, dressed to impress and celebrate the new Minister of Magic, but no one compared to her. The way her smooth black fitted dress curved around her body like it was her own skin, the way her dark brown bushy hair was tamed into careless curls; her big brown eyes just swallowed you whole and made you want to look into them for eternity. She had a little black purse dangling on her dainty pale wrists.
She was beautiful.
I’d never hated myself so much, she was the image of perfection even after all the battles and the torment. She held herself like a queen and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to be her king.
You’re never gonna love me, so what’s the use?
What’s the point in playing a game you’re gonna lose?
What’s the point in saying you love me like a friend?
What’s the point in saying it’s never gonna end?To my lovely friend, Wendy
“I would never believe in my school days I’d become Mrs. Malfoy. He was such a major pain in my arse. I take that back, he’s still a major pain in the arse.