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Mar. 4th, 2004 01:29 pmEmpty Chairs cookies (Chapter coming soon!):
The lady at the counter of the petrol station made a point of saying what a lovely couple he and his partner were, and Draco turned dubiously to look at Potter. They looked, to him, like any two Muggle men their age. They had not been holding hands, had they? Potter stood by the pump, finger-combing his tangled hair and staring at his reflection in the side mirror. He looked the ass he was; Draco glanced down complacently down at his own tidy leather jacket and flared jeans, recollected himself and thanked her. Relationships of their sort were still so rare in the magical world, despite Hermione’s amendments, that they generally passed unremarked.
and
“Slytherin,” Draco said as neutrally as he could. Slytherin did not offer his hand, but he smiled, the way an Alsatian smiled just before it pulled off your arm at the shoulder. He was a dangerous man, or ghost, or hallucination; he was dangerous and he was Draco’s.
The lady at the counter of the petrol station made a point of saying what a lovely couple he and his partner were, and Draco turned dubiously to look at Potter. They looked, to him, like any two Muggle men their age. They had not been holding hands, had they? Potter stood by the pump, finger-combing his tangled hair and staring at his reflection in the side mirror. He looked the ass he was; Draco glanced down complacently down at his own tidy leather jacket and flared jeans, recollected himself and thanked her. Relationships of their sort were still so rare in the magical world, despite Hermione’s amendments, that they generally passed unremarked.
and
“Slytherin,” Draco said as neutrally as he could. Slytherin did not offer his hand, but he smiled, the way an Alsatian smiled just before it pulled off your arm at the shoulder. He was a dangerous man, or ghost, or hallucination; he was dangerous and he was Draco’s.
