“𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙡.”
Draco cleared his throat —— it wasn’t like him to get nervous, but when she looked at him like 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 and their faces were a mere inch apart, his confidence faltered into something almost unrecognisable.
“I’d rather not attend than bring a girl I don’t
—
Blinking in light scrutiny, mirth in her gaze. He should know better than to preface it by telling someone to not freak out. But Astoria will give him the benefit of the doubt —— after the horrors of war, there was nothing that could truly surprise her, or at least —
“You’re correct.”
A short, comfortable moment of silence settled between them before he turned to face his trusted friend, his smile returning as if it had never left.
“I. . . have a 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. . . just don’t freak out, alright? I know it might seem a bit sudden,
—
A terrible lie really and an even terrible attempt to change the topic. She had expected him to be better at it given his position within pureblood aristocracy. Or perhaps he’s subconsciously not trying that hard with her which does speak volume of his trust . . . So it’s —
Draco’s smirk grew into something more lingering, more 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚, fingers brushing against warm skin before he retracted his hand —— for some maddening, inexplicable reason, he just loved watching his rival squirm.
“You’re the one making this a game, Potter.”
cool touch unexpectedly lands upon burning——hot skin ﹠ harry’s breath catches. whether from sheer shock or something el͟s͟e he has little time to ponder
“ . . . wh——”
after a moment 、 his jaw works. then words spill out - severely lacking any usual spite »