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Attraction: He catches your eye as he walks by, and you can't help holding it. He raises a questioning eyebrow before winking at you and turning away. You can't help the smile on your face.
Lust: Comes before love. Lots and lots of times.
Stop: "He's a Malfoy! A Malfoy is tainting my sister!" "No, A Malfoy is dating your sister."
Blood: Is no longer more important than her.
Danger: "I turned the Dark Lord down. He'll want me dead now, and a war is an easy time to kill somebody."
Good Luck: Is what the graduating class is wished. In the midst of war, it's not a token remark, but a heartfelt hope.
Courage: "I'll be back before the sun rises," he promises, squeezing your hand before releasing it and leaving. You want to run after him and stop him, but he's asked you to stay here. To stay strong.
Guilt: "I should have told you before now, I shouldn't have let you go thinking that I didn't . . . that I didn't love you."
Anger: The feeling that pulsed through you when you heard his report; "They have Ginny; she's been taken to a stronghold."
Aggression: "If you don't release my girlfriend right now I will destroy you." "O Draco, I didn't know you felt that strongly." "Believe it."
Hatred: Is what you feel as you kill him.
Devil: Finally killed by the spectacled git.
Warning: Told not to call him a spectacled git.
Passion: Draco Malfoy grabbing hold of you and ravishing you on the table after you tantalisingly ate your dessert opposite him.
Valentine's Day: Is spent doing corny couple-y things. Like going out to dinner and being proposed to.
Love: What Draco Malfoy promised to do for the rest of his life.
Energy: Not leaving the honeymoon suite for two days; and only then to find more places to, enjoy.
Pain: Rippling through every muscle, and shared by the man holding your hand. "We are never having sex again Draco Malfoy!"
Christmas: When you announce to your husband you're pregnant again.
Beauty: Your daughter.
Purity: Of said daughter, shall be guarded until she's twenty-five.
Violence: Is almost had when a boy tries to sneak into her bedroom.
Error: When you find out it's the son's boyfriend.
Sacrifice: When your son admits it was him who broke your mother-in-law's ugly vase.
Negativity: Towards appalling poor Potion scores. "Are we sure he's really a Malfoy?"
Fire: What you're in when you question your wife's favourite son. "Ginny, he's our only son."
Emergency: When you find out there's been a Quidditch accident and you both rush to Hogwarts Infirmary.
Blushing: Is the bride you lead down the aisle.
Exit: You're home is finally quiet and empty after both children have grown up and moved out.
Failure: Forgetting to change the wards so they came still come back. Which they do. Too often.
Heat: Which one of your children must be in, as she constantly produces more and more grandchildren for you to spoil.
Bullfighting: Is the occupation of your son's current fling, Juan. You can't wait for him to stop acting like his father, working his way through the population, and settle down.
Happiness: Was what your lives were filled with. Mostly.
A/N: This is drabble #18 in Lapsus and I'll be expanding on each point. Some will just warrant a drabble, while others will be longer.
Unbeta'ed.
A different as you actually know the entire story, but eh.
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