You and Draco argue like it’s a hobby. So when someone jokes that the tension sounds suspiciously like sexual tension, Draco proposes a rule: for one week, saying “Draco” ends any argument immediately. He thinks the new rule gives him an advantage. Stand too close. Hand at your waist. Mouth beside your ear. Push until you finally snap his name. What he doesn’t account for is how badly you saying “Draco” affects him too. Then you discover his weaknesses: his first name, your height beneath him, innocent little looks and the sight of other men flirting with you. Suddenly the game is considerably more even.
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@hannahriddleThe Slytherin common room had officially stopped pretending. The firelight flickered over green-tinted leather sofas, the Black Lake casting restless shadows across the tall windows. It was uncomfortably warm. The kind of warm that made tempers shorter and whispers louder.