It’s an undefinable relief, a slight easing of a panicky tension in the back of his throat which looms its head if he actually looks at the prospect of tomorrow, or the week after, or the month after. So, thank Merlin, they’re on the same page.
He doesn’t even mind the chaos of her appearance right now; quite the opposite. He had once been cruel about it. But pre-teen boys were fools and the sight of her so dishevelled, tonight, is just a sign of time well-spent. So he reaches up, absentmindedly brushes some of her loose curls over her bare shoulder, and twines a lock around a finger.
“No, that sounds good,” Draco says. “I don’t even know what the fuck this is, so I’d rather it just be— ours, to deal with. It has the potential to get complicated if we bring in anyone else. And I don’t know about you, but I’m sick and tired of complications.”
Disapproving friends. Disapproving colleagues. Disapproving parents. He doesn’t want the entire world brought into this, like watchful eyes in their bed; he just wants Hermione.
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He doesn’t even mind the chaos of her appearance right now; quite the opposite. He had once been cruel about it. But pre-teen boys were fools and the sight of her so dishevelled, tonight, is just a sign of time well-spent. So he reaches up, absentmindedly brushes some of her loose curls over her bare shoulder, and twines a lock around a finger.
“No, that sounds good,” Draco says. “I don’t even know what the fuck this is, so I’d rather it just be— ours, to deal with. It has the potential to get complicated if we bring in anyone else. And I don’t know about you, but I’m sick and tired of complications.”
Disapproving friends. Disapproving colleagues. Disapproving parents. He doesn’t want the entire world brought into this, like watchful eyes in their bed; he just wants Hermione.