Draco almost sighed with relief as he watched Tonks silently shift back into an appearance he was far more used to seeing her wear. He couldn't even begin to explain the feeling that had taken residence in him when he'd seen her looking so much like his mother but it was disconcerting and he didn't want to feel it again.
"No, the blonde's fine," he said, eying her thoughtfully. "I think it rather suits you ... although it would look better longer." It wasn't even subtle and he knew it but, then again, he didn't think Tonks would pay much attention to his suggestion. To his knowledge, she never had.
He took her cloak and turned, placing it in the hall closet before turning back to find her already standing in the middle of his kitchen, pouring steaming hot liquid into two cups that he was sure hadn't been sitting out when he'd answered the door. He considered asking her what she was doing; dismissed the idea quickly. He didn't really mind after all and Tonks had always seemed to know exactly how he liked his coffee
( ... )
Draco rubbed his hands together in thought and regarded the woman across from him. There was something there he was missing when she talked about the werewolf, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what. It was rather frustrating--he was normally rather good at reading people, all things considered.
He shrugged. "Okay, so maybe it isn't necessarily the cheapest place in the world. But we have a lot to make up for and I was thinking it could be your birthday present from me. For your first birthday. We have ages to go, then." He smiled slightly.
"No, the blonde's fine," he said, eying her thoughtfully. "I think it rather suits you ... although it would look better longer." It wasn't even subtle and he knew it but, then again, he didn't think Tonks would pay much attention to his suggestion. To his knowledge, she never had.
He took her cloak and turned, placing it in the hall closet before turning back to find her already standing in the middle of his kitchen, pouring steaming hot liquid into two cups that he was sure hadn't been sitting out when he'd answered the door. He considered asking her what she was doing; dismissed the idea quickly. He didn't really mind after all and Tonks had always seemed to know exactly how he liked his coffee ( ... )
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He shrugged. "Okay, so maybe it isn't necessarily the cheapest place in the world. But we have a lot to make up for and I was thinking it could be your birthday present from me. For your first birthday. We have ages to go, then." He smiled slightly.
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