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— • Astoria Greengrass • —
◦ Sacred 28 | Pure Blood | Old Money, Older Magic
◦ Beneath the charm, a mind sharp as a dagger, cunning and clever
◦ Cursed by Secrets that weren’t mine to keep
◦ Betrothed to Draco Malfoy | Let’s see who plays who
— • Descriptive HP RP • —
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i love my sister more than anything in this life, i will put her happiness over mine every time.
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𝓣he cruelest part of wanting you is knowing that even if I had you for a thousand years, some selfish part of me would still beg for one more night.
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― You know what I am.
― Yes.
― You know what I have done.
― Yes.
― And you still want me?
― Darling, I stopped asking heaven for permission a long time ago.
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I have been promised a lifetime by people who know perfectly well how little of one I possess. And if I should choose to squander what remains upon love, upon happiness, upon the rather foolish business of living, who amongst them has any right to begrudge me?
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me flirting:
from the moment i met you i knew i wanted to get on your nerves for the rest of my life
I have not surrendered hope. I will keep searching for a cure for as long as there is something left to search for.
But hope is not meant to become another prison.
I will not spend my life waiting for permission to live it. I will not measure every good day against the »
» possibility that there may not be enough of them. And if the answer never comes, I will not let its absence undo me.
This curse has already taken enough. It will not take the joy from my days, the love from my heart, or the life from the time I still have.
If my story is »
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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓔𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓢𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓼
Northamptonshire was not home, but it had its own quiet. The land was gentler here, less dramatic than Wiltshire—fields that bowed instead of rose, and skies that hung low with a kind of English privacy. The manor Draco had arranged was +
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𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓢𝓷𝓸𝔀
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Lucius Malfoy had once prepared for exile with the arrogance of a man convinced he would never truly suffer it.
The house in London had been purchased in the final years of the Second Wizarding War through layers of shell +
























