TRAINING WHEELS
BUCKLEY BLOOD

23rd of July 1997

They're back in that bed. The one that he left her in so that he could go and complete the tasks that she didn't know he had. The curtains are drawn and their legs are tangled, her head resting on his chest. Draco was warm and his heartbeat was steady, their hands extended in front of them as she played with his fingers. Amora twisted the rings around his digits, slipping one off.

Wordlessly, the brunette slid the ring onto one of her own fingers, though it was far too large. Draco scoffed quietly, his hand shifting to play with it now, thumb smoothing over the Malfoy crest. His head shifted towards her neck and he planted a few kisses to her skin.

"That tickles," she whispered.

"Sorry," Draco murmured back carelessly.

He hovered over her and Amora reached for his arm so she could pull it out from where it was tucked beside her. She smoothed down to his hands and placed the ring back onto his finger, twisting it carefully into place. Draco's face gave nothing away as he watched her, but his heart felt so full.

Then, his cold palms pressed against her face, slender fingers reaching into her dark hair and thumbs curving behind her ears to hold her. His silver eyes were filled with so much adoration and sincerity, his minty breath splaying across her own parted mouth. His hips pinned her down to the bed beneath them both, but there was not an ounce of sexual desire behind the way his nose dipped to brush against hers. This was pure love.

His white blond hair was a little longer than usual and had begun to make very soft waves, much to the girl's own happiness. She wished she could reach up and run her hands through it, to feel its silky thickness, but the boy had other plans. His lips finally met hers, placing firm kisses upon them, his thumbs stroking her delicate skin.

"Draco, I missed you so much," Amora whispered as they pulled away, their foreheads resting on one another's.

"I know, Amora," Draco murmured back, "I'm sorry. I won't do anything like that ever again. Nothing will ever come between us again."

"I believe you," Amora whispered, leaning up and kissing him again.

Their teeth accidentally clinked together, causing Draco's nose to scrunch up as a smile crossed his features, his head pulling back. Amora giggled, one of her hands holding his wrist, her thumb rubbing soothing patterns on his pale skin. Draco watched her, and then she seemed to realise that he was shirtless, scars across his broad chest, the necklace with her ring on dangling between them.

She reached up and her hand curled around it.

Amora jumped, lurching awake. Her hand immediately darted to the necklace that was on her own neck, but she refrained from grabbing it. Had she just dreamt that it had warmed her up? She knew she really should take the necklace off, but part of her kept it on because she worried that one day Draco might really need her...

Not that I should help him, she thought. What even was that dream?

It had felt so incredibly realistic, but the butterflies faded with the aftermath of what Draco had done. Amora felt sick. She rubbed her eyes and lay in her bedroom in Shell Cottage, staring up at the ceiling. It was still quite dark, so she assumed it was very early in the morning.

Amora didn't know what to do with herself. She wasn't going to to go back to Hogwarts in September, that was for sure. Her father hadn't said much. If Amora thought he was distant before, now he was really gone. It was like living with a complete stranger. A stranger who locked himself away and drank and drank. Sometimes Lupin and Tonks would visit though. Probably because they felt sorry for Amora.

"'Ello?"

Amora's eyes widened from where she'd just swung her legs over the single bed. She grasped her wand, furrowing her brows at the oddly familiar feminine voice. Amora gripped her wand tight as she padded down the stairs, gasping in relief at the two figures by the front door.

It was Fleur Delacour and the same Weasley brother that Amora had seen standing by Harry's hospital bed after Cedric had died.

"Oh my!" Fleur gasped, "I did not realise that ze Buckleys were in relation to ze Diggorys! You are Cedric's little cousin. Not so little anymore, 'owever!"

Amora gave the blonde woman a small smile. "Yes, I am Cedric's cousin. Or - or was, I suppose."

"I was very sad when Cedric passed. I am so sorry..."

"Amora."

"Amora," Fleur sighed, "Very beautiful name. Zis is my fiancé, Bill."

Bill Weasley leaned forward and extended his hand to her. "Nice to meet you properly," he said, "Is your father about?"

"Erm," Amora said awkwardly, "He usually doesn't get up until past noon. Thank you so much for allowing my family to stay here."

"Of course," Fleur waved a hand dismissively. "I 'ope you do not mind us joining you after ze first of August. It is Bill and I's wedding day, and afterwards, we plan to live 'ere."

"Oh!" Amora gasped, "Well, er, congratulations! Of course I don't mind, but - erm - do you mind? Wouldn't you prefer to be alone after you're married?"

"It is us who decided to marry during ze war, Amora." Fleur patted her shoulder. "It is our greatest honour to help ze Order however we can. We decided to make our house a safe house. Besides, Cedric was a friend. You are a friend now too."

Amora was taken aback for a few moments. "Th - Thank you," she smiled breathily. "Erm, we - we don't really leave our rooms that much, by the way. Your home is still very... clean and stuff. I - the kitchen is a bit bare, though. We're running out of food."

"Has your father not been buying anything new, Amora?" Bill asked with a frown.

"He's..." Amora swallowed. "Distracted, I suppose."

"I am sorry about what happened to your mother," Bill said, "We can only hope that they are holding her somewhere and that we will be able to find her soon."

Amora nodded weakly, feeling the lump in her throat return. "Yeah," she said, scratching the back of her neck. "Erm, do you want me to wake my father?"

"No, no," Bill said, "We just came to check on the place. You can leave your old man to rest."

Fleur and Bill ended up staying for breakfast, although Fleur was quick to push Amora into a seat around the table and make the food herself. Amora supposed it sort of made sense considering it was Fleur's home, yet it felt odd watching the blonde girl move about in the kitchen Amora had been in for the past two weeks or so.

She decided that Fleur and Bill were nice company, and they even invited her to their wedding on the first of August - the day before Amora's birthday. Apparently Fleur had invited Viktor Krum, so Amora supposed Cedric would have been invited too, if he had still been alive. Amora said she would think about it. A wedding wasn't really what she wanted or needed right now.

A few hours later, Lupin and Tonks arrived at Shell Cottage too. Her father had emerged from his room, his beard grown out a little more than usual and his hair a mess. Tonks had visibly cringed when he walked into the kitchen where they were all sitting around. Amora found Tonks' obvious dislike towards her father humorous.

"Anything on Elle?" Mr Buckley muttered as he headed straight for the kettle, flipping the switch to boil the water.

He asked that same question every time Lupin or Tonks or any other member of the Order visited.

"Nothing," Lupin replied.

Amora sighed heavily, leaning her head against her palm. Deep down, part of her knew that she would most likely never see her mother again. Professor Buckley wasn't kidnapped randomly and she certainly hadn't resigned like the Daily Prophet had announced only a few days after her disappearance. It was almost perfectly clear what had happened, but Amora held onto the tiny bit of hope that she would see her mother's smiling face one more time. It was all that was keeping her sane in this dreary world.

Her father was useless; she almost felt like an orphan. The only people she really spoke to were Lupin and Tonks, and she was half-certain that they were only visiting her because they were being forced to by the Order or something. She hoped that they didn't feel obligated to stay, because she found herself genuinely enjoying their company. They took her mind off of her mother and Draco and the others.

Mr Buckley sighed heavily at the news that Lupin had not brought, pinching the bridge of his nose. Little did the Buckleys know, there had been news on Elle Buckley. Draco Malfoy had brought the news himself merely the night before, and he'd told them exactly what had happened. It was Moody's plan not to let the news get out - the Death Eaters meeting had been small, and so if Voldemort found out that the Order knew, he would know there was a spy among them and Draco may easily be found out.

Even when Lupin suggested letting Elle's family know, so they could grieve, Moody had declined. It was better to keep it between just himself, Lupin, Shaklebolt, and Draco. There was no promise that Mr Buckley and Amora would stay silent about the brutal murder of their loved one.

  Her father finished making his tea and then wordlessly pulled open the backdoor to head out onto the beach. Amora sent Lupin and Tonks a small look.

"Sorry. I'd say he's not normally like this, but he actually is," Amora joked softly, "Would you two like another drink?"

"I'll have another cuppa, Amora," Tonks perked up.

"You like two sugars and strong, right?"

"Yeah, just leave the teabag in actually."

"Lupin?"

"I still have this one, thank you, Amora," Lupin said, raising the mug in his hand. "And you may call me Remus, you know. There is no need for the formalities. I'm not your teacher anymore."

"I know, it's just -" Amora shrugged. "Weird."

"There are weirder things in this world, Amora."

That was certainly true. Amora hummed in agreement as she finished making Tonks' tea the way she preferred it. She brought the steaming mug over and placed it down in front of the pink-haired woman, settling into her seat too and grabbing the book she had been reading before. Lupin - Remus - brought her lots over, seeing as her leaving the safe house seemed a bit of a risk and she was quickly running out of things to do.

When Amora's father reemerged from outside about twenty minutes later, Remus stood before he could leave and retreat further into the house.

"Klaus, we actually needed to talk to you. It's about Saturday," Remus said.

Amora didn't know what Saturday was. She peered over her book with furrowed brows. She supposed she was allowed to know considering they weren't trying to push her away or find a quiet place to talk. In fact, Amora's father took a seat around the table with them, although it was rather reluctantly.

"I told Moody I do not want to be involved," Klaus said.

Remus sighed heavily. "Klaus, we all have to do things we don't want to do. This is war."

"What is it?" Amora questioned.

"Nothing for you to concern yourself with," Mr Buckley huffed.

Remus ignored him. "Klaus, we need to get Harry to the safe house in one piece -"

Amora jumped. "Our safe house?"

"No, there are multiple safe houses. Harry needs to get to the Weasley's home," Tonks explained and then looked at her father pointedly. "And we have a plan. A very good one. The more people that are in it, the better."

"Seven Order members is enough," Klaus snapped.

"Eight would be better," Remus argued.

"I don't want any part in this fucking war anymore," Mr Buckley growled, "I have said this again and again, and yet here I am, cooped in this shit hole, being forced to do things I don't want to do."

"Nobody's forcing you," Tonks said, "But everybody else is doing their part."

Amora's father ran a hand through his hair and then banged a fist on the table, making Tonks and Amora both jump. Remus remained unfazed, a bitter expression on his face.

"I said no!" Klaus yelled, "I have - I have been trying to protect people for years and years now - since I was just a kid! I don't need to fight in this war. This isn't my war."

Amora gasped at what he was insinuating. "Father, Purebloods should still -"

"This isn't about that anymore," Mr Buckley snapped, "I have wasted my life away doing everything I can to protect myself and Elle and then Amora and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of living this fucking lie and - and - I don't even see a fucking point anymore. What am I doing? I'm just sitting around, when I could be out there and living the life I've wanted -"

Amora felt her heart tug in offence and Remus glared. "Watch what you say," Remus warned him lowly.

Mr Buckley seemed to take this as a challenge, his icy gaze flickering over to Amora. "Merlin, you look just like your mother."

"Klaus," Remus hissed.

"What are you on about?" Amora's face screwed up. "What doesn't Remus want you to tell me? I get that you've had to make sacrifices to stay safe, marrying mother and stuff, but -"

"That's exactly right, Amora. I did make sacrifices," Mr Buckley replied firmly, "Sacrifices that I'm still paying for twenty four fucking years later. When - listen closely, Amora - when I agreed to marry your mother, it was to protect myself from You-Know-Who. She knew it, I knew it. We were saving ourselves and each other. Married straight out of Hogwarts - only eighteen. 1973. We were just kids. A year older than you, Amora. We didn't love each other, we just wanted - we wanted to be safe."

Amora had no idea where her father was going with this. She missed the way Remus had paled, his hand moving to his mouth where he lightly bit down on his finger. Tonks seemed nearly as interested as Amora.

"Why would you marry if you weren't in love?" Tonks questioned, earning a small glare from Remus, warning her to keep out of their business.

Mr Buckley's lip curled a little. "Because Elle used to parade about as a proud blood traitor even back then, when You-Know-Who was at his strongest. She upset a lot of people. And I was to be married off to some Pureblood girl once I left Hogwarts anyway. I felt sorry for her and we decided we would fake being in love to save the both of us. She was safe - married to a Pureblood - and I was marrying a girl I knew from school - and she pretty and not stuck up."

"Where are you going with this?" Amora pushed, having heard this all from her mother months before.

"So we married in 1973. Bought a cottage far away from everybody else, went about our own lives separately. We never slept with one another," Mr Buckley said, dismissing the cringe that crossed Amora's face. "Not for years. Not until 1980."

"Right. When I was born," Amora huffed. "And? What does this have to do with you not wanting to -"

"Your mother lied to us, Amora!" Mr Buckley bellowed, "She lied to me, and she lied to you. For years, she had been off with some Muggle man. She admitted to me when I found the truth out that she had used a fake name, and had some fake story. She lived out her ultimate Muggle dream. It was everything she could have ever wanted, and then she fell pregnant. With you, Amora."

Amora's breath hitched.

"And she panicked, and she came home and managed to seduce me within the next couple of weeks, and then later she told me she was pregnant. We were upset at first - we didn't want to have a child during the war, you see - but then we were happy. At least, in our loveless marriage, we had managed to bring something good out of it," Mr Buckley scoffed, "And I fell in love with her. I really did and then she -"

Amora watched him with teary eyes, barely noticing Tonks' hand placed itself over hers on top of the table.

"And then I found out, when you were about ten, that you weren't mine," Mr Buckley released a sound that almost sounded like a cry but straightened up. "And it destroyed me. She never planned on telling me. She wanted to keep you safe, even after You-Know-Who had been defeated in 1981. So she never said a word. Let everyone still believe you're a Pureblood."

He stood and moved to look out at the sea, his back to them. "And for the past eight years, I have watched you grow up, knowing you are not my daughter. And Elle had no problem with it. Just as long as I kept quiet about it until you were seventeen." He turned back to look at her. "It's only a week or so away now. I see no problem in telling you now. If I had it my way, you would have been told the truth years ago, Amora. I wouldn't have lied to you."

She was frozen, in shock. His sudden lack of presence in her life made sense now though. And yet it didn't at the same time.

"Mother wouldn't do that, she wouldn't lie to us about something so -"

"There was something wrong with your mother," Mr Buckley growled, pointing at his head. "Something wrong up here. She lived in her own head most of the time, I swear it. If you ever see her again, you can ask her for yourself."

"Klaus," Remus finally spoke, his tone firm. "Maybe a little more sympathy."

"It's fine, Remus." Amora stood from her seat, trying to appear stronger than she felt. "How do I know you're not lying? How - If you're not my real father and it's really some Muggle man -"

"I don't know his name," Mr Buckley told her. "I don't know anything about him. I just found pictures of them together. Heaps of them. He -" The man swallowed. "Everybody says you look so much like your mother, but your eyes - they're his. No doubt about it. As soon as I saw those pictures and the dates on them, I knew."

Amora stood there, staring at him for a few moments. She recalled memories of her much younger self running around the beach with him, the man in front of her teaching her how to skip stones and the different breeds of owls and where they were native. She also remembered a man who had grown bitter and hesitant towards her - one that had ignored her whilst she was at Hogwarts, one that didn't speak to her and locked her in her room and raised fists to her face.

"So..." Amora swallowed. "So blood really meant that much to you? You stopped loving me... just like that?"

Mr Buckley stared back at her. "It's hard to love a child who has become a stranger to you."

"Right," Amora gave a small, bitter laugh, ignoring Tonks' gasp behind her. "Well, just for the record, you were the shittiest father ever."

Mr Buckley clenched his jaw and blinked before he glanced away. "I tried my best, but I couldn't do it. I'm sorry, really. Though I don't feel it's my fault."

Amora swallowed thickly. "I won't take it personal if you leave right now. I've made sure not to take anything you've done in the past few years personally at all. You haven't been my dad for a long time."

Mr Buckley seemed to want to say something. However, he took off out of the kitchen, his footsteps padding up the stairs.

"Is he lying?" Amora asked, turning to face the other two adults. "Or I'm dreaming? This isn't real."

Remus sighed heavily. "I think... I don't think he is lying, Amora."

"Wow." It seemed the wrong word to say in a situation so extreme, but it was all she could come out with.

Amora felt like maybe she should be kicking and screaming, punching at her father's door and demanding an apology for all of the lies. She felt betrayed and confused and... numb again. Her brain attempted to comprehend everything; tried to recognise that the man she had grown up with was not her real father, that her mother had kept this from both of them for so many years...

It sought to realise that parts of her identity no longer made sense to her. She wasn't really a Buckley - not biologically, and not accepted as one either, seeing as 'her father' had mentally disowned her as soon as he had discovered the truth. And that also meant that Amora wasn't a member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, and her blood wasn't filled with pure magic. It was 'tainted' with Muggle blood. Amora was a Half-blood.

"How did you know?" Amora immediately turned to face Remus. "How - You knew what he was going to say."

Even Tonks looked at her husband in confusion.

"I -" Remus sighed, loosening the neck of his jumper as if to give himself breathing space. "Your father muttered something a few weeks ago, when we found him after your mother had been taken. It was just under his breath - I only heard because of my lycanthropy. He said he wasn't your real father."

Amora felt like she'd been smacked in the stomach or something. As time passed, it began to feel more real; she felt more attached to the situation, rather than a spectator. This was her life that was changing, her father that wasn't really hers.

A very small part of her almost felt relieved. Merely due to the fact that she had worked out the reasoning behind her father's hesitancy towards her. Why hugs had been reserved for birthdays at most, why he stopped writing letters whilst she was away, and why she hadn't the words 'I love you' for years and years.

Amora felt angry with her mother. She wasn't here to defend herself, but if she were here she would be getting an earful. How could she sit the three of them down at the dinner table every night, knowing for a fact that she had created this lie? That Amora's real father was out there somewhere, and he was the love of her life, and he would probably treat Amora better than Mr Buckley did.

"You never know, Amora," Tonks said, "You may be able to find your biological father some day."

"My dad - he -" Amora stammered over the title, unsure what to call him now. "He said that my mother had a fake name, a fake story..."

Remus sighed heavily and guided her into her seat, passing over her a cup of tea that he had apparently made whilst she had been daydreaming. Amora lifted it to her lips and took a sip.

"Do you need to cry?" He asked, "Or to throw something?"

"I think..." Amora furrowed her brows. "I think I want to go for a swim."

D.M + A.B

29th July 1997

Draco chucked the cold water into his face, keeping his palms against his skin for a few moments, hoping it would help him to breathe again. Even after watching the love of his life's mother be murdered and then eaten by a snake, he still hated to watch his aunt use the Cruciatus curse against fellow Death Eaters who had failed to capture Harry Potter. The worst part was when he had been forced to use it on one of them too.

The Death Eaters' plan hadn't gone down well at all. Harry had been taken from his Muggle household last night, but there had been seven of him, with seven different Order members. They'd fought back, hitting Death Eaters out of the sky, who attempted to fight back without hurting any of the Harry's. After all, that was Voldemort's wish.

They'd all gotten away, but Moody was dead. Draco was startled when he found out, shaken to the core, and he knew he'd have to try and visit the Order soon to find out who he would now come to with updates. It would probably be Shaklebolt.

"Draco?"

Draco's neck craned over his shoulder, his heart beat skipping when he saw Theo standing in the doorway of his bathroom. Immediately, he felt the need to throw his arms around the familiar face, to hug one of his best friends, but he gripped the sink behind him instead.

"Theo," Draco breathed. "What - Why are you here?"

"My father." Theo scratched the back of his neck. "He was there last night. I managed to convince him to let me come today. I wanted to check up on you. Pansy and Blaise are worried too."

The blond-haired boy released an unhumorous chuckle. "You know I have been pissed at the three of you?" His tongue poked at the inside of his cheek. "You let her out."

"Draco, we tried -"

"Don't feed me bullshit," Draco muttered furiously, "She got to me, Theo. She found me in the corridors, and you should have seen the look on her fucking face. She was heartbroken, and I wouldn't have had to see that if you didn't -"

"I'm fucking serious, Draco," Theo snapped suddenly, "You realise your witch is stronger than you think? All she needed was a two second distraction and she had the three of us Stunned on the floor. Yeah, you failed to mention that she is near the top of Defence."

Draco couldn't ignore the pang in his heart. A mixture of proudness and hurt.

"She was in that Dumbledore's Army thing," Draco muttered, glancing away from him. "And of course she's strong. She's Amora."

There were a few moments of silence.

"We tried to talk to her the day after," Theo mentioned quietly, "But she... She wasn't interested, Draco."

The Malfoy boy averted his gaze and closed his eyes, not wanting Theo to see the hurt expression on his face. Of course Amora wouldn't want anything to do with them anymore - he'd think she was genuinely insane if she did still want to act like nothing was wrong with what they did - but there must have been a small part of him that had just hoped maybe she'd need them that much.

"And nobody's heard from her?"

"Not a thing," Theo said, "Kathy's ignoring Pansy's letters and Luna told Blaise it's best they don't see each other anymore. I got lucky with Evangelina. Don't worry about Amora, though, I remember her mentioning that she was staying in a safe house with her parents over this summer."

Draco flinched. He heard the thump of Professor Buckley's lifeless body, heard the fangs of the huge snake protrude before it hissed and attacked.

"What?" Theo frowned.

"Nothing," Draco swallowed, feeling his heart pound and his stomach turn. "Nothing, Theo."

"It was clearly some -"

"I said it was nothing," Draco suddenly snapped, "And you do realise how stupid you are for coming here, don't you? The Dark Lord may decide to punish your father next and appoint you as a Death Eater."

He watched Theo grow pale.

"Yeah," Draco scoffed, "So maybe leave before you get cornered and stabbed in the wrist with his wand."

Theo sighed. "Fine. I'm leaving. Next time, though, don't push me away, Draco. Not many people are willing to head straight into the Dark Lord's headquarters to check up on you."

Draco watched Theo leave and as soon as the door closed behind him he muttered a broken curse word, turning back to the sink to splash more cold water in his face.

D.M + A.B

31st July 1997

Remus and Tonks had gone to celebrate Harry's birthday with him at the Burrow. They'd asked Amora if she wanted to go with him, but she thought it was best not to. Harry probably blamed her for what happened; probably thought she knew what Draco had been scheming for the whole school year. She didn't want to intrude. She knew the Weasleys, minus Ginny and now Bill, hadn't liked her so much since she had been kicked out of the DA back in the fifth year.

She had Shell Cottage to herself. Mr Buckley left the same day that he had told her the truth and Remus and Tonks had been staying with her ever since. She insisted that they didn't need to - she was almost seventeen - but they said they didn't mind. Remus seemed to quite like the beach anyway. He always sat and read his book outside. She did notice that there was some slight tension between them both, mostly on Remus' end.

Amora dunked her head beneath the water. It was a little cold, the end of July weather not living up to what it probably should be, but she didn't mind. Amora was used to the bitterness of the English seas. She swam about for a bit, then floated, then allowed herself to bob with the waves. No matter what, it seemed like the sea had been a constant in Amora's rocky life.

Rain began to spit down, slowly at first, and then all at once. Amora scrambled out of the water, rushing inside to grab a towel. She quickly dried herself down. She wished she could use magic, but she was still underage, and Remus and Tonks reckoned the Ministry were monitoring who used magic where, and all for the Dark Lord's advantage.

It was nearly midnight when they arrived back at the house. Remus looked a little glum, but smiled when he found Amora in the kitchen with three cups of tea by her.

"Thank you, Amora," Remus said tiredly and patted the top of her head with one hand, as if she was a child, whilst the other brought his cup to his lips.

Tonks reached for hers. "Yes, thank you. You know, Fleur asked about you today. She was wondering if you would be coming to the wedding tomorrow."

"I'm not sure," Amora murmured, glancing away.

"It would be good for you to get out of this house," Remus said, "And for you to speak to people your own age."

"I'm pretty sure everybody there thinks that I knew what Dr - Malfoy was going to do," Amora swallowed. "They think I - I'm a bad person."

Remus frowned. "Then you'll be able to clear your name. Just think about it, Amora. Tonks and I will be leaving at three tomorrow."

They finished up their tea and then bid her a goodnight before they retreated upstairs into the room that they had been staying in. Part of Amora did want to go, to tell everybody that she was sorry and that she had no idea, and another part of her wanted to stay far away and just keep to herself.

Merlin, she sounded just like Mr Buckley.

The thought made her cringe. She didn't want to be anything like the man that had raised her. Amora went to her room and shifted through her things, pulling out the photograph of her and her mother. They were on the beach and Amora must have been about eight, the two of them trying to collect seashells or something. It looped with them laughing.

Amora felt hot tears burn her vision, and one fell, hitting the moving image of her mother. She clutched it to her heart and buried herself beneath the covers, feeling more alone than she ever had in her entire life.

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some of you had guessed that amora's father wasn't her real father from like the very beginning so well done lol. also sorry that there was barely any draco this chapter!! i promise future chapters will make up for it :)))

oh and i'm also trying to post on my tumblr again and i wrote a poly!slytherin gang x reader smut that some of you might like :) my account is malfoysstilinski if you wanna take a look <3

thanks sm for reading <333

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