DRABBLE: War Orphans - 4 (Dean/Draco)
Title: War orphans - 4
Character pairing: Dean Thomas / Draco Malfoy
Prompt: meanwhile
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 319
AN: Part four of thirteen. Links to previous and next parts below.
Link to prompt table: here!
War Orphans - 4
It was hailing outside. The high windows of the library were charmed to be sound-proof but you could feel the cold, rough prattling in the slight darkening of the light. The other boy shivered and glanced at the window, frowning when he made out the size of the hailstones.
“Quidditch training is going to be nice,” he mumbled before returning to his Charms book.
Draco nodded. He watched absently as his classmate ran a hand over the lines of the page he was summing up while scratching down a note. He tensed and straightened up when he realized his gaze was lingering on the coffee-colored fingers clutched around the quill. He had to stop doing that.
Thomas had beautiful hands. He couldn’t help being transfixed every time he saw him doodle. You couldn’t call it doodling really, it was always much more than just vague shapes and patterns. His quill moved on the parchment as if he were following invisible lines only he could see; even his messy handwriting had a signature twist to it.
They had been hanging out more and more often, but Draco still wasn’t completely comfortable with him. It had been pure guilt at first-just looking him in the eye made him want to crawl into a hole and die-but then the guilt had started to fade away. There were no hard feelings between them, though it still seemed hard to believe, and they both wanted to move on-or at least they tried their best.
But he was tall, taller than him, and Draco kept finding himself staring at the long, curving L line that went from the tip of his thumb to the tip of his forefinger, separating chocolate brown from paler skin…
And he was doing it again.
He liked him. He liked hanging out with him. It was nice not to be alone all the time. He had to cool down.
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Character pairing: Dean Thomas / Draco Malfoy
Prompt: meanwhile
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 319
AN: Part four of thirteen. Links to previous and next parts below.
Link to prompt table: here!
War Orphans - 4
It was hailing outside. The high windows of the library were charmed to be sound-proof but you could feel the cold, rough prattling in the slight darkening of the light. The other boy shivered and glanced at the window, frowning when he made out the size of the hailstones.
“Quidditch training is going to be nice,” he mumbled before returning to his Charms book.
Draco nodded. He watched absently as his classmate ran a hand over the lines of the page he was summing up while scratching down a note. He tensed and straightened up when he realized his gaze was lingering on the coffee-colored fingers clutched around the quill. He had to stop doing that.
Thomas had beautiful hands. He couldn’t help being transfixed every time he saw him doodle. You couldn’t call it doodling really, it was always much more than just vague shapes and patterns. His quill moved on the parchment as if he were following invisible lines only he could see; even his messy handwriting had a signature twist to it.
They had been hanging out more and more often, but Draco still wasn’t completely comfortable with him. It had been pure guilt at first-just looking him in the eye made him want to crawl into a hole and die-but then the guilt had started to fade away. There were no hard feelings between them, though it still seemed hard to believe, and they both wanted to move on-or at least they tried their best.
But he was tall, taller than him, and Draco kept finding himself staring at the long, curving L line that went from the tip of his thumb to the tip of his forefinger, separating chocolate brown from paler skin…
And he was doing it again.
He liked him. He liked hanging out with him. It was nice not to be alone all the time. He had to cool down.
Back to part 3 --- Part 5