this land is ours
Ugly, isn't it?" Draco wasn't sure if she meant the mark itself or the word, 'Mudblood,' but he moved his hand and placed it over the wound, careful not to touch it lest it still be tender and sore. "It doesn't mean anything," he whispered against her ear. She didn't respond but reached with her free hand to tug at his other arm, pulling it forward so his Dark Mark was bared. She mimicked his actions, veiling it with her palm and tickling her fingers against his wrist with soothing strokes. "And yours doesn't mean anything either."

Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.

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drogonqueen asked dramione or romione

"Oh, Hermione, my love. I have loved you to the point of madness." [x]

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Imagination is not only the uniquely human capacity to envision that which is not, and therefore the fount of all invention and innovation. In its arguably most transformative and revelatory capacity, it is the power that enables us to empathize with humans whose experiences we have never shared. — J.K. Rowling

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Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you.

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“Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple…”

JK Rowling, Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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