A short drabble, just a scant few words more than 100 :). Unbetaed, so please excuse any mistakes ;).
Warning: Swearing ahead.
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Disclaimer: All rights belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. I just borrow the characters and the world for a bit; the plot (as little as there is) is mine, though. This is a non-profit work, and no copyright infringement is intended.
"You fucking idiot!" Potter snarled.
Draco didn't know what he'd done wrong. No strings, that was what they'd agreed on. Right?
"You bloody fucking idiotic idiot," Potter added. Not that Potter had ever been the epitome of sophistication.
Granger's—Hermione's—back was ramrod straight, rigid enough to send anything touching her ricocheting off.
Absolutely lost, he sought answers from his worst adversary. Not the Weasel; the other one. "What?"
"For fuck's sake, Malfoy, " Potter grit out.
Draco remembered how her cheeks had flushed when his hand had skimmed her back earlier. How she'd positively melted into his touch.
Oh.
Guys, I'm so excited because I was invited to the DHr Advent 2019! Watch out for my entry which should be revealed some time before Christmas 💚💚💚.
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