Draco Malfoy hated being late, yet today he dragged himself into the Auror Department a full twenty minutes after everyone else (Theodore didnāt count, he was always late and never seemed remotely ashamed of it). Dracoās stomach growled like a Cerberus off its chain, and his hair looked as though it had been through Bombarda testing.Creevey gave him a glare dripping with judgment before turning his frustration on parchment instead. His quill screeched so loudly it might as well have been carving the desk.Lucky Creevey. He didnāt have a ginger menace camping under his bed, hissing like it owned the place. Draco had honestly believed that after saying goodnight to Granger, heād be free to collapse into sleep at last. If only it were that simple.The knock hadnāt taken long: Granger had forgotten her cat, and Dracoāwell, Draco forgot his common sense the moment he saw her again.Ā
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