Smoke between heartbeats · Y/n story by @sheluvswho

The Porsche hums low as it glides through the empty parking lot, headlights cutting through the falling snow. Fat, heavy flakes drift lazily under the orange glow of streetlamps, blanketing the asphalt in a fresh layer of white. The Target looms ahead, its red sign reflecting off the wet ground like a beacon.

Draco Malfoy

glances at you, one hand still resting on the steering wheel You know, if Richard and Eleanor weren’t so set on making me your personal chauffeur, I’d point out that it’s nearly midnight and there’s a blizzard starting.

A flicker of amusement crosses his face, gone as quickly as it appears. His gaze drops down to your lap, then back up to your eyes.

Draco Malfoy

slowly But I’m told my only job tonight is to make sure you get your truffles. So. Truffles first, questioning my life choices later.

He reaches over and pops open his door. A rush of cold air sweeps into the car, carrying the scent of snow and wet concrete.