Theo looked put upon. “You’re giving me terribly mixed messages. I only want to help.”
“I need an anti-love potion.” Draco came to an abrupt halt. “Do those exist? A hate potion.”
“Who do we want to hate?” asked Theo. “Don’t we hate everyone, anyway?”
“We do. Except her. But I need to hate her. Well – perhaps not hate. Dislike. Or – or rather, continue to be annoyed by. Not like, anyway.”
Theo sipped at his wine. “Why?”
“Because I’m Draco Fucking Malfoy, and I don’t do fluffy fucking little emotional entanglements with – with fucking–”
“Who?”
“Her.”
Comission art by Raspberry Jellyfish 💋❤️ for our translation of 'Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying ordeal of being in love', chapter 21 by @isthisselfcare











