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Dear half arsed new years resolutioners9/22/2023 Trust me, this is bad news.” He picks up the oatmeal biscuit from his side plate, takes a bite, and promptly spits it into a napkin. If I don’t find a wife, she’ll finagle me into a marriage of her choice. Why do you have to listen to your mother?” In a thick black jumper and an overall dress, hair pulled back in a messy knot, dainty golden hoops peeking through errant curls, Granger looks completely in her element. She wants me to be married by next year.” She runs a damp cloth across the counter, wiping away freshly grated chocolate that missed his cup.ĭraco inhales a thick whiff of chocolate-espresso steam and sighs it out. and besides a couple of headphone-wearing-Granger told him they weren’t earmuffs-university students at the second table, they have the place to themselves. Is that peach shampoo he smells? “Have a nice day.” “Well, you’ve had your fill.” She opens the door for him, letting in an icy breeze that blows curls over her shoulder. “It’s nice to see you facing repercussions for breaking the rules. Dressed in picnic-pattern tablecloths and crammed with mismatched chairs. Working in a shoebox seems incredibly appealing.” He stares pointedly at the four bulky tables that take up too much real estate for a store this size. And just because I’m not working at the Ministry anymore doesn’t mean my career’s over.” Watching colour bloom on her cheeks fills him with a great sense of satisfaction. “Because they didn’t give you a choice.” He smirks. “I heard you got fired from the Ministry.” “So, this is what you’re doing now?” He makes a show of looking around. Granger looks prepared to scoop horse dung out of the Malfoy stables. “She thinks our fashion’s outdated,” he says, though he doesn’t see how Muggle apparel is more appealing. It’s nice she’s expanded beyond magical inventory.” She runs her palms down faded blue denims, a charm bracelet jangling around her wrist. Apparently, their scarves are a big deal.” Hair as chaotic as the rhythm of her people bustling outside the shop. She looks the same, except in Muggle clothing. He can’t remember the last time he saw her in person. “And you bought her a gift from a Muggle shop?” Granger’s surprise morphs into confusion. “It’s Pansy’s birthday this weekend.” The lengths he goes to for that woman… He raises his hand, a sleek shopping bag swinging off his index finger. Drawings of teapots and coffee urns, dozens of them, colours sun-bleached over time, backgrounds yellowed. Safe for that one covered in whatever you call that monstrosity. Vintage is a generous description for the look of the place, but the brick walls are redeemable, he supposes. “Malfoy,” she says with an edge of surprise. Granger’s lace-up boots thump on the ground as she vacates the window. Stepping inside, exhaust-smudged air transforms into the intimate scent of fresh-ground coffee beans and his lungs unravel, inhaling deeply. The cursive sign on the door reads Full Steam Ahead, store hours bullet-pointed below it. What’s she doing here?Ĭuriosity burning, he makes an impromptu detour. A young woman on a stepladder stretches on the tops of her toes, sticking holographic snowflakes to the glass. It’s a sliver of a place, nestled between a florist’s and a kitchenware store. He pauses mid-step, allowing an old man with a steaming paper cup to barrel out, barely registering Draco’s presence.Īs he waits for the path to clear again, which he fears it never will, something shiny catches his eye from the shop window to his left. Narrowly dodging a reckless rider on a motorbike, he returns to the footpath, where a shop door swings open and nearly whacks him across the face. He skips onto the road, hugging the curb to avoid honking metal death traps on wheels. HP Festival of Stars 2021, Heartfelt_Dramione, Oneshot Dramione I adore, DramioneForMe Stats: Published: Words: 9,265 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 143 Kudos: 1,501 Bookmarks: 318 Hits: 14,196Ĭhased down the narrow footpath by a hostile gust of wind, Draco speeds up, teeth chattering, hair whipping into his eyes.Įven the weather knows it, howling at him to Apparate home already.Īn agitated mother has blocked his way with her pram, grappling with a runaway teddy bear blanket and a wailing baby.
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