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Just like the ocean, always in love with the moon…
Ethereally beautiful, wild, untameable… and in his grey eyes an awe and a love for what he beheld, although his mind was on other things.
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It's overflowing now, inside you…
She smiled, feeling a prickle behind her eyes as she watched him. He was so beautiful… it almost made her cry to look at him, bathed in moonlight, his head held high as he hung in the sky, watching the moon. She felt her love swelling inside her, threatening to overflow.
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We fly right over the minds of so many in pain…
He glanced down at the school, deeply sleeping. Below him lay a thousand nightmares, reminders of what he would rather forget. The war had scarred Hogwarts, and her pupils. It had scarred Draco Malfoy and his sparkling grey eyes, raised to the moon, showed it.
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We are the smile of light that brings them rain…
The sky over the forbidden forest growled. She sighed, still smiling faintly, as the broomstick turned gracefully. Silver hair flashed in the twilight, and as she watched Draco's firebolt carried him back down to Hogwarts, Ginevra Weasley felt like she was watching a shooting star.
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For Tasha.
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