This is going to be a DG drabble series, hopefully one per day, as long as my creativity alows me. Hope you all enjoy ;)
Can I help you?
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Draco first really noticed her at the end of his fifth year: that bat-bogey hex was undoubtedly something, as was all the glowing red that surrounded the Gryffindor witch.
He entered the Weasley twins' store because the same was full to the point of him being overlooked. He only wanted to enter because of her.
"Can I help you?" Ginevra didn't sound happy at all at the sight of him. "Don't look so surprised, I'm obligated to help you, Malfoy."
"Yes, you can help me. Point me in the direction of salvation, give me my fucking freedom back. And if you can't do any of those impossible things, just let me look at you. Just let me look at your freaking freckles while I imagine my lips tracing each one of them, so I can think of something other than the crushing weight my surname is making me endure."
Needless to say that wasn't the answer that came from his thin lips.
"I'm ok." No, he wasn't. "I'm just looking, Weasley." But it was good to just look at her. "If I need anything, I'll ask." And later that year, he would end up asking.
Draco should have continued window shopping.
