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When Draco Malfoy exited his apartment that afternoon, he had no intentions of interacting with anybody. He was in one of those seemingly everlasting brooding moods, so social encounters were very low on his âto-do listâ. Which is why he got pretty pissed off when he knocked into his new neighbor, despite the fact that one generally should feel embarrassed in such situations.
âHey, watch where youâre-â
Wait⊠Were those⊠horns?! The girl he had just so rudely bumped exuded a terrifying aura, which was enough to make Draco stop in his tracks and even back up a few steps. She was halfway out the door of apartment X-3, too, meaning heâd more than likely be seeing her often. âUh, that your apartment?â He clumsily amended. âLooks like weâre neighbors. My name is Draco. Malfoy.â
Hantenâs lips curled back at the tone the charming young man addressed her with at first, but she quickly altered her expression to an outright simper of a smile, all teeth and edges, when he was swift to correct his mistake.
Smart boy.
âBeing neighbors makes everything all right, doesnât it? Iâm pleased to meet you, neighbor.â
Her tone was perfectly polite, if somewhat unsettling, and she offered a hand for a shake at his introduction. The claws on her finger-tips resembled a bear trap, all set to snap down in a momentâs notice.
âNameâs Hanten. Just moved here recently. Going out on a limb here...gonna say youâre new too?â












