Written for @drarrymicrofic prompt 'Star Crossed'
To my wonderful beta @rockingrobin69 who always fills me with wonderful feelings when reading my writing. ❤️
"Of all the bloody stupid things — so I'm not allowed to touch anyone then?"
"Well, I've broken it down to the one you love most," Granger states, matter-of-factly, flipping through pages of parchment covered in neat writing. "Might have to go around touching people so we can break it."
"You want me to just start touching everyone to figure this out?" Draco crosses his arms over his chest and sneers.
"She's not saying to molest anyone, Malfoy, just to give a simple handshake or brush fingertips." Potter says simply, sitting with his head in his hand looking bored. The pages Potter is turning in the giant tome in front of him are crinkling; the noise grating Draco's ears and nerves.
He leans over where Potter is sitting, hand creeping to stop the abhorrent turning of the book's pages.
"Think a punch to the jaw could do the trick — just to get you out of the way? You know, two birds, one stone and all that?"
Potter looks up and holds Draco's gaze and smirks. Draco wants to smack it off his face.
"How about a handshake? We never have given each other a proper introduction." Potter says mockingly, eyes narrowed and Draco watches him stand and put a hand out to shake.
Draco grabs Potter's hand harshly, wanting to squeeze until Potter's bones break — but the pain ricochets through his arm as soon as his fingers brush Potter's skin. He cries out and pulls his hand away, clutching the throbbing appendage close to his chest.
He glares. Potter stares and Draco hears a muffled Merlin, help me from Granger behind him.
















