Broken ones [ENG]

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Tack så mycket för kommentarerna ♥
Har inte haft så mycket inspiration att skriva den här veckan, typ ingen alls, det har inte varit någon särskilt bra vecka. Ni får gärna rekommendera den här vidare, vore kul om fler läste ^^ Men annars ska jag väl lägga upp lite mer i helgen.

Yay! Ska se om jag hittar någon att tipsa
Min vecka har varit likadan, så känn ingen press frn mig xD

Nu läste jag för en vecka sen utan att kommentera, förlåt, jag borde ha gett kritik direkt när det var så bra!
Jag vet inte vad jag ska skriva riktigt, det känns som att jag skriver samma sak i alla kommentarer. Men du skriver helt fantastiskt och jag försvinner verkligen in i berättelsen när jag läser, något jag inte ens gör i så många böcker.

Och hahahaah Moody i träningskläder, älskar den delen! C:

Oh, men det var otroligt fint beröm! ♥ Tack så mycket!

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Tack x3


Det här kapitlet är lite kort och lite lätt tråkigt, men det är mest en liten bro, det blir bättre sedan, haha. Jag lovar! Publicerar kapitel 3 snart så att ni inte tappar tron helt på mig.


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Chapter 2



When you were used to chocolate frogs and freshly baked cauldron cakes, the train cafeterias dinner alternatives seemed both boring and unappetizing. Ginny was very, very close to asking the cashier where they kept their pumpkin pasties. She eventually ended up choosing a depressing pasta salad with greyish pesto and crumbly feta cheese, paid for it without getting too confused about the muggle money and made her way back to her seat. Draco still seemed to be sleeping - She silently thanked Merlin for the fact that the snoring part was over for this time, and took a bite of the pasta, careful not to break the featherlike little plastic fork in two.

She had only eaten four pieces of overcooked pasta and one piece of feta cheese when Draco Malfoy started to show small signs of consciousness.
“Great”, mumbled Ginny. Draco was making all sorts of weird noises, and the expressions on his face made her wish she owned a camera. Oh, what a sweet revenge for all the stuff this man did at Hogwarts… it was really too bad Harry wasn’t the revenge type anymore.
“Hannah Abbott”, said Draco all of a sudden.
“What?”
“That’s you, right? I remember you.”
“Hannah Abbott? Eh, no.” She didn’t know if she should be relieved or disappointed about him having trouble with remembering her name. She only had an incisive feeling that Dracos confusion would pass, and that it would do so way too soon.
“Dammit. I’m terrible at names.” The blonde man patted the gold ring on his ring finger. “When I’m drunk, I sometimes forget my wife’s name, too. I’ve called her a few times in that state, and she gets SO mad.” Draco didn’t seem to care the slightest that at least fifty other passengers heard everything he said. “Sometimes I call her Pansy, which seems to make her the angriest woman in town. Other names aren’t quite as bad, but she turns her phone off every time. She’s such a bitch!” He laughed with his mouth wide open, and Ginny felt the odour of old beer and… other things. She considered giving him her toothbrush and toothpaste, but she would need it herself later. The disgusting smell grew stronger – Draco now had his face approximately 10 centimetres from hers, staring at her and obviously waiting for a reply.
“Yeah, well, maybe she doesn’t want you to forget her name. It’s actually very cold-hearted to forget the name of someone you’re married with.”
“That’s how it works if you like getting drunk. Which I do.”
“Uh-huh.” Ginny wasn’t an expert, but she felt pretty sure that Draco had a problematic relation to alcohol. She couldn’t explain why, but it did worry her. A part of her certainly felt worried.
“The muggle shit can actually be better than firewhiskey sometimes!” He gave her a smile and she felt his disgusting breath again.
“I don’t drink much.”
“Then you could be missing something.” Laugh and smile again. Then he quietened, and his expression turned serious. Ginny tried to move as far away from him as she possibly could, but it wasn’t necessary. Draco had put his hand in his hair, making some sort of gesture that she figured was a thinking one.
“I’m hungry”, he said, after half a minute in that thinking-position. Then, before she had the possibility to stop him, he stuck his hand down in her food box and filled his hand with pasta. Ginny couldn’t do anything but stare at the man. Now she sure as hell wasn’t eating that.
“What?” Draco had his mouth full of food, and he was ignoring it in the same way little kids do. It’s barely okay for kids to stuff their face and talk with food in their mouth like that, with grown men it’s just disgusting, Ginny thought.
“That wasn’t very polite.”
“You weren’t eating it anyways.” He swallowed loudly.
“Yeah, well, now I’m definitely not. “ She pushed the box over to him, trying not to think about the fact that she was 1) giving away food like that, 2) giving it to Draco Malfoy. It really was too awful to think about.
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Ååååhhhh!!! SUPERBRAA!!

Alltså allting i berättelsen känns så verkligt! Jag tycker inte alls det var ett tråkigt kapitel, det behöver inte hända saker hela tiden, nu fick vi ännu bättre insyn i historien helt enkelt

Det var kul att få veta lite mer om Draco, och så gillade jag i övrigt typ allt med Draco. Idk. Jag tyckte om allt annat också, men jag har fastnar lite för Draco i den här.
Fantastiskt bra, i alla fall!