Sep 12, 2018
He doesn’t realize that I can see him unwarding the small wooden box on his nightstand, that I can see him sliding glittering emeralds onto his ears.
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He doesn’t realize that I can see him unwarding the small wooden box on his nightstand, that I can see him sliding glittering emeralds onto his ears.
“Really,” he says finally, turning more towards Harry now rather than scrunching away. “That’s good for you, man. I’m not judging.”
Harry stares. “Why not?” He looks honestly confused, and suddenly part of Draco’s heart feels a little broken at the edges. The idea that someone, even his rival, might not want to tell him that sort of thing because he’d say shit… makes him think of his father.
Draco crosses his arms behind his head. “I’m too tired to be a dick today. Try me tomorrow.”