āWait! What is that?ā Pansy lowered her sunglasses, fixing her eyes on Dracoās wrist.
āNothing.ā He clapped his hand over it, shooting her a warning look.
She sat back in her seat, smiling artificially at Lady Greengrass across the rose garden before turning back to him. āIs that a tattoo?ā she hissed.
āItās a tattoo,ā he confirmed, removing his palm to admire it. āWhite ink.āĀ
He hesitated. āIt says, unpathād water, undreamād shores.ā
She stared at him blankly.
Leaning back, he undid the top button of his shirt to cool his flushed throat. His gaze darted across the bustling yard. Then, satisfied nobody was watching them, he said, āItās from a play. The Winterās Tale.ā
She rolled her eyes. āYou are such a swot.ā
He combed his hair from his eyes, grinning sheepishly.
A year later, Pansy discovered the real meaning behind the tattoo.Ā
Sheād been admiring Draco and Grangerās new flat, definitely not snooping or anything, when she came across a book titled The Winterās Tale. It rang an oddly familiar bell, so she pulled it out and peeked inside.Ā
On the title page, a personalized note in elegant black ink read: This was my motherās copy. Her favourite passages are highlighted with her notes in the margin. Though sheās gone, I hope she teaches you something new. Love, Hermione.Ā
Pansy felt like she was imposing on something intimate by holding the book in her hands. So naturally, she began flipping through the pages. Thatās how she found it, highlighted bright yellow: To unpathād waters, undreamād shores, most certain.Ā
Next to it, Hermioneās mother had scrawled: but what if?
A year ago, at High Society Tea, Draco had still been betrothed to Astoria. Grangerās name hadnāt even slipped from his lips until well after heād discovered a way to dissolve the betrothal. And here Pansy thought Draco was shite at keeping secrets from her.Ā
Shaking her head, she slipped the book back on the shelf, suppressing her smile. āSneaky bastard.ā
(335 words, prompt from twitter: tattoos)