D.M ~ Only You. · Y/n story by @shoog

The pub pressed in from all sides, warm and loud and thick with the smell of butterbeer and firewhisky. Golden light caught on the rims of glasses, on the curve of Pansy's gesturing hand, on the bored slant of Draco's shoulders as he leaned back in his chair.

Pansy Parkinson

Then she says, flattening her palm on the table he tells me he breeds MOONCALVES recreationally.

Theo choked on his drink, sputtering firewhisky across the table. Blaise's face twisted into something between horror and fascination.

Blaise Zabini

Recreationally? As opposed to professionally?

Theodore Nott

wiping his mouth, grinning Depends. Did he have a business card?

Draco didn't react. His gaze had drifted three minutes ago, when y/n had quietly ordered another drink — their third of the night. He'd been keeping count, the way he always did. The way he'd done since that one disastrous night at Hogwarts when they'd gotten entirely too drunk and he'd had to carry them up to the common room, ignoring the way their laughter had burrowed under his skin.

Draco Malfoy

low, almost bored That's your third.

He didn't look at them when he said it. His eyes stayed fixed on the far wall, on a crack in the plaster, on anything that wasn't the soft curve of their mouth around the rim of the glass.

Pansy Parkinson

narrowing her eyes Draco, are you even listening? I just told you about a man who keeps mooncalves in his FLAT.

Draco Malfoy

flatly And I'm sure they're very happy there.

Theodore Nott

snorting Merlin, someone get him a drink. He's gone all broody again.

Draco's fingers tapped once against his knee. He could feel the warmth of y/n beside him, close enough that if he shifted just slightly, their shoulders would brush. He didn't shift. He never did.