dhr / “You can’t mope. It’s your birthday.”
Pansy flung a piece of popcorn at Draco, snickering with Blaise as it hit squarely upon Draco’s cheekbone. He didn’t even flinch.
“Exactly.” Draco sighed with the exaggeration only a well-off eligible wizard such as himself could
It’s the third Patronus Malfoy sends her in less than twenty minutes, and Hermione’s patience is wearing thin.
He /knows/ she’s not alone.
He /knows/ she hates being disturbed during any sort of meeting.
And yet.
Commissioned by Anne from Press the Patriarchy auction. It’s for the story Bloodtoll by neilistic, yeuxverts, Chapter 11.
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