So I found myself still awake during the early hours of the morning again today, reading page after page after page of a delicious Harry Potter fanfiction I just couldn't put down. Snuggled up in my big warm bed with layers of smothering cotton duvet piled around me like a giant hug, listening to the pattering rain outside my window, reading line after giggling line of dramione, I really felt so warm and content and safe that it makes me want to dive right back into my duvets again even thought it's 4pm in the afternoon.
It makes me want to be a little kid again. If you think about it, weren't things so much simpler when all we had was intermediate or high school? I remember asking the teacher if I could sit at the front due to my poor eyesight had seemed to be the most traumatic and embarrassing thing in the world.. I remember thinking how my intermediate crush was the most amazing, wonderful, witty and charming guy alive. Like a super nice version of Draco Malfoy. But the best thing about being back in school was that whenever something was wrong, I could just snuggle up safe in my comfy bed, cover my head with the duvet and pretend all was well. Skipping out a day of school to curl up under my blanket seemed to solve so many problems. But now that we're older, we have to embrace the tough love of reality. Running away or hiding isn't going to solve your problems. Trying to bury it deep beneath layers of cotton or fear or denial isn't going to make it go away.
A problem is kind of like a tiny plague. When there's a dilemma, it's a hard black seed buried inside. If you don't treat it it spreads. Moping about won't treat it. Complaining to others and to yourself how awful it is won't cleanse it; only exaggerate the seriousness and exaggerate the problem. If you want to get rid of it, then just do it. Don't think, just do. No wiffle waffle emotional stuff. By logical deduction, if that's the only way to solve it then so be it. Think like an emperor, act like a soldier.
And I also can't believe even after 7 years, dramione still manages to reduce me to a giggling little girl without fail. I don't know why :)
Here's an adorable extract from a dramione fanfic that I found on another blog. It's from a fanfic called A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy (Countess of Abe). It's a conversation between Draco and his son Zane who's the student of Hermione and her friend Donny. (Zane's not old enough to be able to pronounce Hermione's name properly). I was literally loling after reading it, a big cheesy grin plastered across my face :D
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“Daddy, what’s a hottie?”
Draco choked on the sip of water he was taking as his son asked the offending question. “What? Where did you hear that word?”
“Miss Donny said it,” Zane replied.
Draco realized that the other teacher must have been drooling over the Quidditch player in front of his son. How lovely.
“Well, um, a hottie is a person that someone finds attractive,” Draco explained.
Zane stared at his father with a blank gaze. “What does that mean?”
Draco rubbed his forehead. “Ok, when you get older, you’re going to start thinking that girls are pretty…”
“Ew, yuck!” Zane grimaced.
Draco chuckled at his son’s innocence. Oh, the good old days when girls had cooties
“So, when you think a girl is pretty, you would call her a hottie, and the same for when girls think boys are handsome,” Draco lamely explained.
“Oh,” Zane said. “I think Miss Hernime is pretty. So, is she a hottie?”
Draco resisted the urge to laugh. God, how could he explain this to his son without confessing what he truly thought of the horrible she-zilla. “You can only think someone is a hottie when you’re a grown up.”
Great job, Draco. Wonderful parenting. This kid is on the fast-track to a Freudian complex.
“You’re a growmup, daddy,” Zane said. “Only growmups can know hotties? Is Miss Her-mi-one a hottie to you? Is Miss Donny a hottie?”
Draco wanted to cry. Just curl up in a ball and cry. When would the bloody questions stop? “Miss Hermione and Miss Donny are teachers and teachers cannot be hotties.”
And the bullshit award goes to Draco Malfoy.
“Why?” Zane asked.
“Because they work with children,” Draco said. Where in the hell was he coming up with these lies?
Zane looked confused. Draco felt confused… and nauseous… and tired.
“Are you a hottie, daddy?” Zane asked.
Draco nearly laughed, but stopped himself to prevent hurting his son’s feelings. “All Malfoys are hotties, Zane. It’s common knowledge.”
“I’m a Malfoy! I’m a hottie, too, daddy!” Zane said happily. “And gamma and gampa!”
This was officially the strangest conversation Draco had ever had with another human being.
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J
It makes me want to be a little kid again. If you think about it, weren't things so much simpler when all we had was intermediate or high school? I remember asking the teacher if I could sit at the front due to my poor eyesight had seemed to be the most traumatic and embarrassing thing in the world.. I remember thinking how my intermediate crush was the most amazing, wonderful, witty and charming guy alive. Like a super nice version of Draco Malfoy. But the best thing about being back in school was that whenever something was wrong, I could just snuggle up safe in my comfy bed, cover my head with the duvet and pretend all was well. Skipping out a day of school to curl up under my blanket seemed to solve so many problems. But now that we're older, we have to embrace the tough love of reality. Running away or hiding isn't going to solve your problems. Trying to bury it deep beneath layers of cotton or fear or denial isn't going to make it go away.
A problem is kind of like a tiny plague. When there's a dilemma, it's a hard black seed buried inside. If you don't treat it it spreads. Moping about won't treat it. Complaining to others and to yourself how awful it is won't cleanse it; only exaggerate the seriousness and exaggerate the problem. If you want to get rid of it, then just do it. Don't think, just do. No wiffle waffle emotional stuff. By logical deduction, if that's the only way to solve it then so be it. Think like an emperor, act like a soldier.
And I also can't believe even after 7 years, dramione still manages to reduce me to a giggling little girl without fail. I don't know why :)
Here's an adorable extract from a dramione fanfic that I found on another blog. It's from a fanfic called A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy (Countess of Abe). It's a conversation between Draco and his son Zane who's the student of Hermione and her friend Donny. (Zane's not old enough to be able to pronounce Hermione's name properly). I was literally loling after reading it, a big cheesy grin plastered across my face :D
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“Daddy, what’s a hottie?”
Draco choked on the sip of water he was taking as his son asked the offending question. “What? Where did you hear that word?”
“Miss Donny said it,” Zane replied.
Draco realized that the other teacher must have been drooling over the Quidditch player in front of his son. How lovely.
“Well, um, a hottie is a person that someone finds attractive,” Draco explained.
Zane stared at his father with a blank gaze. “What does that mean?”
Draco rubbed his forehead. “Ok, when you get older, you’re going to start thinking that girls are pretty…”
“Ew, yuck!” Zane grimaced.
Draco chuckled at his son’s innocence. Oh, the good old days when girls had cooties
“So, when you think a girl is pretty, you would call her a hottie, and the same for when girls think boys are handsome,” Draco lamely explained.
“Oh,” Zane said. “I think Miss Hernime is pretty. So, is she a hottie?”
Draco resisted the urge to laugh. God, how could he explain this to his son without confessing what he truly thought of the horrible she-zilla. “You can only think someone is a hottie when you’re a grown up.”
Great job, Draco. Wonderful parenting. This kid is on the fast-track to a Freudian complex.
“You’re a growmup, daddy,” Zane said. “Only growmups can know hotties? Is Miss Her-mi-one a hottie to you? Is Miss Donny a hottie?”
Draco wanted to cry. Just curl up in a ball and cry. When would the bloody questions stop? “Miss Hermione and Miss Donny are teachers and teachers cannot be hotties.”
And the bullshit award goes to Draco Malfoy.
“Why?” Zane asked.
“Because they work with children,” Draco said. Where in the hell was he coming up with these lies?
Zane looked confused. Draco felt confused… and nauseous… and tired.
“Are you a hottie, daddy?” Zane asked.
Draco nearly laughed, but stopped himself to prevent hurting his son’s feelings. “All Malfoys are hotties, Zane. It’s common knowledge.”
“I’m a Malfoy! I’m a hottie, too, daddy!” Zane said happily. “And gamma and gampa!”
This was officially the strangest conversation Draco had ever had with another human being.
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J
Are you back home by any chance?
ReplyDeleteyep ofc I am :D but going back to auckland on wednesday
ReplyDeletelol i thought dramione was some amazing new vocabulary that i didnt know...
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