Draco is normally so aloof and buttoned-up, tied into highstrung knots and stiff and intractable; but post-coital he’s managing to relax, those edges thawing. She’s fun. She’s funny. It’s frustrating how long it took for him to realise, or for either of them to lower their knives long enough to see it in each other.
“We should lie a full meter apart and stare haunted at the ceiling and obsess too long over our life choices, probably.”
Was he a cuddler? They rarely stayed over long enough for him to find out. He shifts his position, makes himself comfortable against those pillows and where he can look to the side at Hermione, and answer her teasing question properly.
“I don’t actually know. Which means I might be. I disavow myself of any personal responsibility if I do cuddle you in my sleep; it’s literally unconscious.”
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Draco is normally so aloof and buttoned-up, tied into highstrung knots and stiff and intractable; but post-coital he’s managing to relax, those edges thawing. She’s fun. She’s funny. It’s frustrating how long it took for him to realise, or for either of them to lower their knives long enough to see it in each other.
“We should lie a full meter apart and stare haunted at the ceiling and obsess too long over our life choices, probably.”
Was he a cuddler? They rarely stayed over long enough for him to find out. He shifts his position, makes himself comfortable against those pillows and where he can look to the side at Hermione, and answer her teasing question properly.
“I don’t actually know. Which means I might be. I disavow myself of any personal responsibility if I do cuddle you in my sleep; it’s literally unconscious.”