#wipwednesday 🧘‍♂️

+ this being the exact vibe of my WIP Draco, I am blessed on this day with new moodboard inspo 🙏

will I ever see a bleach blonde man and be normal about it?

survey says NO

The grip on her wand tightened. Unlike him, she hadn't spent a decade developing an immunity to public disgrace. And unlike him, she wasn't going to take it lying down.

Draco set down his cup and pulled out his wand.

“Come along, darling,” he said. “Let’s go kill a journalist.”

Draco calmly sipped his espresso and eyed the accompanying photo of them disembarking his (large and shiny) sailboat.

“It could have been worse.”

While she’d been licking her wounds, Draco had been licking… other things.

“I mean,” he drawled, “MALFOY’S COCK was right there.”

#DHr

"LAUGHINGSTOCK SPOTTED ON MALFOY’S DOCK!"

Hermione Granger, who'd been Minister for all of twelve hours before the Wizengamot ousted her in the wake of sweeping reform plans, slapped the paper onto the breakfast table.

“I’m going to kill her,” she said, drawing her wand.

Ahhhh hello! Ty!

He leaned down to kiss her. Thousands of Omnioculars swiveled their way. Was that Minister Granger? And Draco Malfoy?

She wrapped her arms around his neck, tugging him closer, and he grinned against her lips.

Forget the Snitch. She was the best thing he’d ever caught.

“Four.”

“Have you really thought this through?”

“Three”

“Because you were the one who insisted we keep this quiet.”

“Two.”

“Oh, go on then,” she smiled.

He grabbed her by the shoulders, staring down into those big brown eyes. He wanted those eyes on him for the rest of the evening. Not Krum. Not anyone else.

“You’ve got five seconds to push me away. After that, I’m going to kiss you. Five—”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Kiss me?”

He tossed down the Omnioculars and strode out of the box. Weaving through the packed stands took forever. By the time he reached her, he was covered in streamers and butterbeer.

“Malfoy?” She blinked, rising from her seat. “What are you—?”

“Look how focused he is! Bet he’s already spotted the Snitch. Got your eyes on the prize, have you, Draco?”

“Yes,” Draco murmured, replaying the moment Granger had smiled as Krum swooped past. “Yes, I have.”

The other men in their box chuckled. “It’s still early Lucius.”

“Draco would have caught it by now. Wouldn’t you, son?”

His father clapped him on the back, causing his view through his Omnioculars to bob. He quickly refocused on Granger, sat with her friends across the stadium.

It was the opening match of the Quidditch World Cup, and Bulgaria was twenty points up on France.

“Merde!” Lucius hissed as Bulgaria scored again. “Roche better catch that snitch soon if Laurent plans on letting every Quaffle through tonight.”

#DHr

Draco had never been one to fumble a secret, and his entanglement with Granger was no exception. Or at least, it hadn’t been. That was before Viktor Krum sent the entire stadium swooning with a mid-air wink in her direction.

Now Draco wanted the whole bloody world to know.

snippet from my eternal WIP #dhrwipwednesday

eee, so you glad you enjoyed!

exactly the vibes 😏

She sighed, glanced up at the flashing red man, then back at him.

He smiled at her. Smiled!

Suddenly, the thought of facing the day without coffee seemed worse than another few minutes with him.

“Fine," she conceded. "But I reserve the right to throw it on you at any minute.”

“Granger,” he said, leaning in until the city’s noise dulled to a soft buzz. Her eyes darted between his and his lips. What was he—

Click.

He pressed the crosswalk button behind her, then pulled away. The noise all came flooding back.

“Coffee?” he asked.

“Have you completely lost your mind?” She shouted over the noise.

“I just saved your life!”

“You nearly dislocated my shoulder!”

They stood, chests heaving, the city roaring around them.

She rolled her eyes, already turning away. “Oh, that is so like you.”

But the light had already changed.

Malfoy’s hand shot out, yanking her back just as a string of taxis revved by, horns blaring.

One driver yelled out the window, “WATCH WHERE YOU’RE FUCKING GOING!”

“With you?”

“Yes.”

“No!”

“Why not?”

She crossed her arms. “Refer back to the trying to kill me, et cetera."

“Just let me buy you another. I have the money. I’ll buy you five, even.”

The red man turned green, and she started hurrying across the street. “Goodbye, Malfoy.”

“Do you want to get coffee?” he called after her.

She stopped dead. Spun around.

“What?”

“I asked if you wanted to get coffee.”

“Sorry?”

They paused at the zebra crossing.

“What are you doing here, Malfoy?”

“Mm. Trying to get away from all the witches and wizards I tried to kill, et cetera."

She shot him a sharp look.

“Because they all tend to look at me like that,” he said.

He followed. “No, I mean here. In America.”

“Well, I was trying to have a fresh start. You know, far away from all the witches and wizards who tried to kill me, et cetera,” she said, shooting him a pointed look.
“But apparently, I can’t be that lucky.”

“Right.”

“And you?”

“These yellow cars don’t stop for anything,” he said eventually.

She let out a sharp breath—not quite a laugh. “I’ve actually seen them speed up for a pram.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Leaving." She tossed her empty cup in the dumpster and stepped back onto the pavement.

“Oh,” she said as he let go, running a hand over the clean, dry fabric. “Erm. Thanks.”

He leaned in, peering at her chest. “Are you burnt?”

She shoved him away. “No. So you can get your nose out of my cleavage.”

He flushed slightly, averting his gaze to the street.

He drew his wand and aimed it at her chest. She huffed, a curl falling in her eyes. Of all the ways to die, this had to be the dumbest.

“Scurgify,” he murmured, holding his peacoat wide to shield the magic from passing Muggles.