The offer is out before Draco can stop it, words pulled out by the sweetness of firewhiskey.
Hermione blinks at him. Once. Twice. Wrinkles her nose.
A cold ball of regret slides down his throat. Back track, soften, evade, deny—
“Okay. I’ll stay with you.”
The offer is out before Draco can stop it, words pulled out by the sweetness of firewhiskey.
Hermione blinks at him. Once. Twice. Wrinkles her nose.
A cold ball of regret slides down his throat. Back track, soften, evade, deny—
“Okay. I’ll stay with you.”
Prompt: No! Don’t read that!
Prompt: No! Don’t read that!