Breath Mints / Battle Scars

Draco tugs on a stray curl, pushing it out of her face. “It’s the basic law of things. Good should have good. Bad should have nothing. Light needs more light. Darkness only thinks about itself.”

“As it is, you’re the one who asked to be taken to my bed. And I think I like the look of you in it.”

So bloody beautiful I want to gouge my fucking eyes out?

And Merlin fucking knows I’d never seen anything as pretty as you.”

“Say it. Again.”

Swallowing her fear — swallowing her pride — she meets his eyes again the way one meets an enemy on the battlefield. “I love you.”

“If you get yourself taken away from me, I will kill you. Do you understand?”

“My aunt was using a knife dipped in poison. The counter-curse forbid it to spread.”

Zacharias shifts uncomfortably. Turns back to the page and clears his throat for what must be the fortieth time. “I want to fucking kill her almost as much as I want to kiss her.”

Diary,

I’m reading fucking Shakestaff or whatever for indexing purposes. Filing away quotes to insult her with when she says I know nothing about Muggles.

I know fuck all about Muggles.

But I want her to think otherwise.

Diary,

Viktor Krum can go fuck himself with his own broom.