“no.”
before drao ould reat, pater from him and raher side of the r it open.
“pansy!”
“drao,” she began reading, “i’m very sorry about e’s not what you think.” she paused, taking a sip of hampag did happewo?”
drao just shook his head, hopi gooo muh detail ier.
“you’re no fun,” pansy muttered before she . “i hope you’ll let me expin. until then, happy birthday.” she rolled her eyes. “that is the most b letter i’ve ever seen. oh, wait, what’s this? oh my!”
“what? ed up ao her.
“that’s rather generous, even for someone as loaded as him,” pansy said, even though she didn’t sound very impressed.
when drao saansy was holding, his mouth went dry. it was a heque. for the shool.
“oh really?” drao grritted teeth. “that bastard!”
“merlin, drao, otter do to you?”
with, drao grabbed the heque aer ao the firepe. with far too muh floo powder in hand, he yelled, “harry potter’s ft!”
if drao hadn’t knower, he otter had been waiting for him. he jumped off the sofa before drao eveo his living room. his expressio hesitant.
“drao—”
“you think you an buy me?” drao shouted. “you think you an just shove your mo me and all will be fiven and fotten? i’m y whore!”
“drao, that’s not what i—”
“shut up, potter, i don’t wahis is it! find somebody else to srew around with!”
“for fuk’s sake, drao, will you just liste happe night has nothing to do with you or your bloody dark mark.”
“you ould of the manor fast enough!”
“you weely ballisti on me! you wouldeo a word i said! you’re not listening now!”
&’s all bolloks!”
“drao, i’m telling you, this has nothing—”
“what, then?”
&ed, fumbling with the hem of his jumper. “it’s not that easy for me to say,” he mumbled.
&’s not real.”
“what?”
“you’re just tryihing up, so i’ll sleep with you.”
potter’s eyes widened, his fae twisting in horror. “you really think i’d be apable of that?”
“i don’t know what to think anymore,” drao yelled. “i an’t trust you!”
“you know what, if you really think i’m that kind of person, i an’t trust you either.”
&’s fihen,” drao hissed. “oh, and by the way, i’m keeping your heque, for the hildren. but you and i, we’re do o glimpse of potter before he stepped intaiely wished he hadn’t. it made his heart squeeze painfully to see so muh hurt ihere was no other otter had hurt him too muh. there was he world that would ever make up for it.
wednesday, 23 july 2003
the lovegood’s home euliar pe. drao rised when he found out luna still lived with her father. oher hand, it made sehey were running the quibbler together now.
when luna had invited him over for tea, he hadn’t thought muh of it. but now, after oes of sitting down with her in her room, it retty lear she had an agenda.
“i’m not talking to potter,” he said, traing the rim of his up with his thumb. “there’s nothing you an say that will—”
“drao,” luna said with a sigh. “he’s suffering.”
“so? i’m suffering, too.”
“and have yht about why that is?”
“what?”