only miss the sun when it starts to snow
‘I think...I think...’ she says.
She takes a deep breath.
‘I think...’
‘You’re going to have to finish the sentence sooner or later, Granger.’
She scowls, looking up. He’s smirking. Of course. ‘Shut it, Malfoy.’
His smirk deepens as he drapes (there is...really no other word for it, she thinks) himself on the chair opposite. He looks spectacularly unconcerned, but his eyes never leave hers. ‘Please, Granger. The only reason you’re here is so I will tell you exactly what you already know. So,’ he says, waving one hand imperiously at her, ‘I think I’m...’
He sighs when she stares mulishly at him, crossing one leg over the other. ‘I can do this as long as you like,’ he says.
Her mouth opens slowly. ‘I...I just don’t understand,’ she says, burying her face in her hands. ‘I just...he’s gone mental.’
Silence is the only response she receives and when she looks up, Draco is staring at the ceiling, as if asking a higher power for patience. She rolls her eyes. ‘Well, he has.’
‘If by ‘gone mental’ you mean told you something we’ve all known for years, then yes,’ he says, propping his head on his hand. ‘Yes, he has.’
He continues, smoothly ignoring her furiously-opened mouth, ‘We have all had a front-row seat to this...disaster for years. If you really didn’t see this coming, well...you were the only one.’
She crosses her arms, her teeth buried in her bottom lip. When she doesn’t say anything, Draco sighs again. ‘There was a reason everyone thought you were bloody together.’
‘Yes, I know,’ she says, shortly. ‘We were always together. I’d also remind you that we’re best friends.’
He smiles sadly at her, huffing out a laugh. ‘Then why did no one think that about you and Weasley?’
She pauses, then opens her mouth and closes it again.
His elegantly raised eyebrow speaks for him.
So, I'm working on this thing. Have been since...Octoberish. Just realized I needed to change some things and this is one of the scenes that has been jettisoned. But I love it too much not to post for posterity. Oh, Malfoy. I love how snakily amused you are at all the idiots around you.
She takes a deep breath.
‘I think...’
‘You’re going to have to finish the sentence sooner or later, Granger.’
She scowls, looking up. He’s smirking. Of course. ‘Shut it, Malfoy.’
His smirk deepens as he drapes (there is...really no other word for it, she thinks) himself on the chair opposite. He looks spectacularly unconcerned, but his eyes never leave hers. ‘Please, Granger. The only reason you’re here is so I will tell you exactly what you already know. So,’ he says, waving one hand imperiously at her, ‘I think I’m...’
He sighs when she stares mulishly at him, crossing one leg over the other. ‘I can do this as long as you like,’ he says.
Her mouth opens slowly. ‘I...I just don’t understand,’ she says, burying her face in her hands. ‘I just...he’s gone mental.’
Silence is the only response she receives and when she looks up, Draco is staring at the ceiling, as if asking a higher power for patience. She rolls her eyes. ‘Well, he has.’
‘If by ‘gone mental’ you mean told you something we’ve all known for years, then yes,’ he says, propping his head on his hand. ‘Yes, he has.’
He continues, smoothly ignoring her furiously-opened mouth, ‘We have all had a front-row seat to this...disaster for years. If you really didn’t see this coming, well...you were the only one.’
She crosses her arms, her teeth buried in her bottom lip. When she doesn’t say anything, Draco sighs again. ‘There was a reason everyone thought you were bloody together.’
‘Yes, I know,’ she says, shortly. ‘We were always together. I’d also remind you that we’re best friends.’
He smiles sadly at her, huffing out a laugh. ‘Then why did no one think that about you and Weasley?’
She pauses, then opens her mouth and closes it again.
His elegantly raised eyebrow speaks for him.
So, I'm working on this thing. Have been since...Octoberish. Just realized I needed to change some things and this is one of the scenes that has been jettisoned. But I love it too much not to post for posterity. Oh, Malfoy. I love how snakily amused you are at all the idiots around you.