6A/N: Sorry it's been such a while! I haven't had much inspiration lately...
Anyway, here is 21-30. Please enjoy and review! :)
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21. Dark
Draco Malfoy lay on his bed, face buried in the pillow as he tried to fight the overwhelming darkness that swirled around him with the more comforting dark of the backs of his eyelids and the soft pillow.
Ever since the Dark Lord had arrived, his father had insisted on total darkness unless the Dark Lord requested otherwise.
Draco couldn't remember the last time that he'd seen the daylight. He felt almost blinded by the darkness.
"I bet Potter has light," he whispered bitterly but the words didn't hold their usual malice when he heard them with his own ears.
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22. Years
"Where do you think you'll be in ten years?" Fred asked absently from where he lounged on the common room couch.
Hermione lowered her book. "I don't know," she replied, "ten years is a long time."
"Do you think you could survive without me for ten years?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course not: who could survive without you for ten years?"
Fred was silent for a moment. "I might die in the war."
"So might everyone," Hermione said, more softly.
"Look after George?" he asked. When she nodded he grinned and leapt up, going to stir up some trouble.
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23. Storm
Hermione smiled grimly as she watched the storm raging outside the window of the Gryffindor common room.
It was very fitting to her mood as she struggled to make sense of her situation and her feelings and…. well… mostly everything.
She didn't notice Ron coming up behind her until his warm presence was pressed comfortingly against her back.
"That storm looks like how I feel," he muttered, wrapping his arms around her.
She leant back into his embrace, breathing in his earthy scent and relishing the feel of his skin on hers.
"It will be over soon," she said, hopeful.
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24. Yellow
"Oh, Draco," Pansy breathed, holding up her findings: a yellow robe.
Draco looked up from the rack of cloaks he had been examining.
"I'm not wearing that," he told her bluntly.
Pansy ran her fingers along the embroidery on the hems. "But it's just so beautiful. It would really look marvellous on you!"
Draco fixed her with a withering look. "It is yellow. I do not wear yellow."
"Why ever not? It really is stunning."
Draco huffed, taking the robe from her and stowing it away in its rack.
"Yellow is a Hufflepuff colour. Malfoys do not dress like Hufflepuffs!"
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25. Lunch
Lily Evans thankfully dropped into a seat at the Gryffindor table and began to fill her plate. She'd made plans to finish her lunch early in order to join her friends from Ravenclaw for a quick swim in the Black Lake in celebration of the fantastic weather. Also, it wouldn't be terrible to avoid-
"Hi, Lily!"
-him.
She abrubptly stood but the look he gave her made her sit back down.
James looked ecstatic and shuffled closer to her, opening his mouth eagerly to speak.
"Don't say anything," she warned, cutting him off before a word had escaped his mouth.
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26. Fire
James Potter stared into the fire from his position on the carpet.
It was so beautiful, he thought as the vibrant flames danced and spun before him. They reminded him of Lily: Lily's eyes bright with mirth or anger; a fire blazing behind them whatever her emotion: Lily's beautiful, flame-red hair, waving gently in the breeze.
"What're you doing, James?"
James turned to see her, and smiled to see her familiar fiery hair and eyes, her gentle smile and even the ever-present books gathered in her arms.
"Nothing much," he admitted, grinning back at Lily Evans: his own personal fire.
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27. Smell
"Lacewings…" Hermione muttered to herself as she sorted through a shelf of the apothecary on Diagon Alley.
A sudden familiar odour caught her nose and she followed it, abandoning her search.
It smelt like broomstick polish and parchment and another sort of… musky scent. She took a deep breath of it, trying to locate its source.
She found it by a shelf clearly labelled 'Lacewings,' already gazing fondly at her and twirling a small jar of ingredients between his large fingers.
Hermione bit her lip, making her way towards him.
"Hermione," he said, smiling and offering her the jar.
"Oliver."
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28. Why?
Draco looked up from his paperwork for the second time in the last five minutes.
Upon seeing Harry Potter lingering in his office doorway yet again, he threw down his quill and placed his head in his hands; releasing the breath he'd drawn in order to scream bloody murder at the lithe boy-turned-man.
"What is it you want, Potter?" he asked in a barely restrained groan.
Potter shrugged in a gracefully careless manner. "I want to know why."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Why what?"
Potter tilted his head to the side ever so slightly.
"Why did you save my life?"
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29. Lovers
Hermione and Ginny watched the lovers from their position outside the coffee shop on Barker Street.
"Don't you ever wish that things would be like that all the time?" Ginny sighed as the boy leaned forwards to brush the girl's hair off of her face. The girl smiled.
"Yeah…" Hermione agreed, dropping her gaze to her untouched tea, her thoughts drifting to the one boy that never failed to capture her attention.
Ginny suddenly grinned and Hermione felt strong arms envelope her from behind.
"Hey," a deep voice said.
"Ron!" Hermione smiled.
"Looks like you're all set then!" chortled Ginny.
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30. Breakfast
"Do you know what's awesome?" said George thoughtfully from the kitchen table.
Hermione rolled her eyes but decided to play along. "What's awesome, George?"
"Nice things…" he murmured, smiling at her mysteriously.
She flopped down at the table and groaned. "Just tell me, George!"
"It's a very, very good thing. Something wonderful…" He demonstrated, grinning wistfully.
"George!" she snapped, her forehead creasing. "Tell me or I go!"
"Breakfast."
"What?"
"Breakfast is awesome." He nodded in confirmation and pulled a box of cereal towards him.
Hermione dropped her head onto the table, vowing never to speak to another Weasley twin again.