Draco Malfoy, age 19:
Love.
Love love love love love love love
Love love love love love love love
love love love love.
Semantic satiation:
a phenomenon whereby the
uninterrupted repetition of a word
eventually leads to a sense that the
word has lost its meaning.
Love love love love love love love
love love love love love.
Love
"I love you Draco."
I've been told this my entire life.
Despite what others would assume, my childhood was full of love.
Love from my mother.
She was never above saying 'I love you', least of all to me.
Love from my house elf Mitzy.
Not the verbal kind, but the kind you can feel - she always made me feel loved.
Love from myself.
Because whats the point to life if you don't love yourself?
Love from Pansy Parkinson.
The girl currently standing in front of me, lying to my face.
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Draco Malfoy, age 6:
"He loves you Draco, I promise."
"But it doesn't feel like he does Mummy!"
" 'Mother', Draco." She corrects.
"And he does. Your father loves you very much Dear."
Love love love love love love
"I'm not so sure..."
"Well I am."
"I love you Mother."
"I love you too, Draco."
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DM, 19:
"Are you not going to say it back, Draco?" She asks.
I continue to stare her with a blank face.
This is the most superficial and shallow person I've ever met.
Ever since we were younger all she's ever cared or talked about has been clothes and makeup and boys and flowers and blah blah blah.
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Semantic Satiation
FanfictionOne-shot about Draco reflecting on love. Tw: super lightly implied child abuse and sexual assault(?) Ending could be considered Dramione if you squint. Supposed to be hinting at dramione but I think I fell flat on that and it could be read as co...
