Arms | D.M. · Y/n story by @thegoldensnitch

The hot tub was bubbling, the air was warm, the city was humming somewhere below, and neither of you had a single clue that your nice, quiet, very grown-up evening was about to be invaded by a pack of unhinged British aristocrats with zero sense of personal boundaries.

Draco Malfoy

leaning back against the side of the tub, arms stretched out along the edge, head tilted just enough to look at you Y'know, if someone had told me two years ago I'd be sitting in a hot tub in America, engaged to the most stubborn woman I've ever met, I would've told them to fuck off.

He looked far too pleased with himself. Like a man who had somehow tricked the universe into giving him exactly what he wanted and was still waiting for it to realize its mistake.

Draco Malfoy

turns his head fully toward you, grey eyes bright with that teasing edge that never quite left him You're quiet. D'you finally run out of things to argue with me about?