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It never surprised him when Ron and Hermione got together because their ribbons had been slowly twisting together since they were kids. It was beautiful to see how intricate their ribbons became the deeper his best friends fell in love.

When he dated Ginny their ribbons touched a lot but never did more than that. It made him ache and yearn for something missing. Oh, he loved her and he imagine his ribbon loved her too but they never reacted like he had hoped. Like he had seen others do.

What didn’t surprise him was the volatile reaction Malfoy’s ribbon had to Harry’s. The green ribbon reminded him of a snake waiting to strike, and oh boy it did whenever Harry was nearby. Jabbing and poking before both ribbons lost it and became a tangled mess.

He probably should have been upset but it amused him every time he walked by Malfoy. Which never helped the situation since it always ended with,

“What’s so funny Potter? Can’t even walk by without a condescending smirk, can you?”

How was Harry to explain that he wasn’t laughing at Malfoy but rather at something no one else could see?

It isn’t until they both end up working at the ministry that Malfoy’s ribbon changes temperament. Oh it’s still hyperactive but in a different way.

It wiggles.

Malfoy’s ribbon wiggles when Harry greets him in the lift every morning. It wiggles when he smiles. It wiggles when they sit together in the break room. It wiggles whenever Harry says, “Draco.”

And when Harry mucks up the courage to invite Malfoy over for dinner, the ribbon lunges at his own in a way that is reminiscent of their youth, only this time it strangles his ribbon in affection.

geralt, half-asleep: Your turn.

jaskier: Ugh, fine.

Richie takes Eddie home afterward, his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets as they walk side by side, and finally he says “is it weird that I’m nervous? I used to walk you home all the time when we were kids.”

Eddie shrugs as they reach his doorstep. “Well, when we were kids, all you had to worry about was waving goodbye without falling off your bike.”  He sticks his key in the front door and turns back to Richie. “And inviting you inside meant reading Little Lulu comics and talking about your ventriloquist aspirations.”

Richie swallows. “Are you inviting me inside, Eddie?” he asks, stiff still.