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"what do you want for your birthday?"
"nothing."
"you have to wish for something, mora." draco shook his head in a dismissive sense. "whatever it is, i can find a way to get it."
"you being here will be enough for me, dre." zemora countered as she spared her cousin a quick glance during their simultaneous step towards the slytherin common room. "i promise."
"whatever you say." draco stated dramatically, finding himself sporting a genuine grin in response to her words.
during the silence that fell over the cousins, zemora's mind couldn't help but wonder to the thought of draco's two-faced personality. it seemed as though the malfoy boy was a completely different person once it was only them, and became someone else in the presence of others.
"crabbe, goyle, where have you been?"
zemora's thoughts were cut short by draco's sudden outburst. the boy turned the corner of the hall, walking up to his friends suspiciously. zemora quickly followed in toe as she put the book within her grasp under her arm to hold.
"pigging out in the great hall all this time?" draco made his way between his friends before his gaze fell upon the perfectly circle glasses resting upon the bridge of gregory goyle's nose. "why are you wearing glasses?"
"oh, uh—" the slytherin stuttered over his words, which caused zemora's eyebrows to furrow considering the nearly too familiar glasses the boy sported. "reading."
"you never read."
"i didn't know you could read."
zemora black and draco malfoy's spoke simultaneously causing their words to be blended within one another. draco turned towards zemora with a smile before it was dispersing all together.
"and what are you doing down here, weasley?" draco turned towards percy weasley, the gryffindor prefect. the blonde boy's tone was considerably nasty.
"mind your attitude, malfoy."
zemora rolled her eyes at the interaction before forcefully grasping draco's hand and leading him towards the entrance of their common room, vincent crabbe and gregory goyle hot on their tails.
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once inside the slytherin common room, zemora made a straight shot to the couch residing in the middle of the space. she flopped down upon the furniture, her legs occupying the majority of the leather couch.
