It was a moonless, starless night, and the dark sky was like the finest velvet. It should have been perfect for adorning with brilliant stars, but some irresponsible seamstress had stitched it over with layer upon layer of wavering gray clouds.
Heaven knew how badly he wanted to see a sky full of stars right then, the kind of sight that made you feel bright all the way down to your heart...
He had no intention of raising his wand to drive away the clouds. That was the sort of thing the Potters would do. Young Master Malfoy wasn't that stupid. Once the stars came out, the professors on patrol would come out too.
He simply watched, and watched.
As if he could watch a patch of starlight into being.
Don't be afraid of being slow, as long as you don't give up. That's what I told myself too. Just be satisfied and happy. Long live Deya!!! Come on!
It's good that you didn't abandon the trap! Spread flowers
The writing style is great, thank you very much
What a loving Deya, why don't you write it down.
In fact, I support official marriages.
Come on~ It feels good, I like CP~
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