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Draco Malfoy ([info]dracowished) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-01-19 21:41:00
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Who: Draco and Tonks
What: Scene Lottery! Someone's poking around where they probably shouldn't be.
Where: Hogwarts bathroom
When: Tonight, after hours.
Rating/Warning: TBA, but likely not that high


Draco didn't know what had driven him to come here. He stood at the sink in the barthroom, looked at his face in the mirror. This was where it had started - him looking just like this, and Potter suddenly behind him. He'd been crying, but he wouldn't admit that now even to himself. Now he just thought about that strange feeling that that one moment of looking up and seeing Potter watching him had somehow lasted years, and had somehow happened twice.

But there was something else. Something that he'd thought of the moment he'd opened his eyes in the mirror that day last year. Something that had been missing that should have been there. He looked at his hand, now, and had the phantom memory of something small and square, something cold and then blinding hot and pressed into his palm. But when he'd opened his eyes here, it hadn't been there at all.

He still thought he might be losing his mind, but he knew somehow if he could find whatever that thing had been, he'd have his answers.


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