POST WAR DRACO, THEO, BLAISE + MORE
He says, "Oh, baby girl, don't get cut on my edges. I'm the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon. There's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs.. 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙤...
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I didn't really understand what was going on. Only a few short hours ago, I was at my parent's bedside at the hospital kissing them goodbye so I could go to therapy. Then, I got into a heated argument with Marley when I should have been apologizing.
And now, we were in the middle of nowhere with a psychotic therapist that turned out to be one of my dead best friends. Owning up to all the fucked up shit that has happened to us over the past few months. Without any remorse for her actions.
To say I'm shocked and already traumatized is a bit of an understatement. Because nothing made any sense, yet Millicent Bulstrode being that person made total sense.
She still has access to Hogwarts grounds.. to the Slytherin common room. To our dorm room.
Theodore, Draco, Blaise, and I all had our hands and our ankles tied behind our back after Millicent used The Incarcerous Spell that conjured thick ropes from thin air to stop us from attacking her.
