7am, Central London Pret (Death with Dignity)
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Instead of sharing pics of all the WIPs I started in 2025, in various stages of completion, I've actually been on a bit of a hyper focus so am...finishing some of them?? (That can't be right.)
ANYWAY
Here is a piece I started all the way back in April, for the chief tormentor of my heart through sheer agonising tenderness, GingerBaggins! Death With Dignity was one of my favourite fics of 2025, and you must indeed read it if you have not already done so. I'll wait.
There are many beautiful moments, but I chose, first and foremost, to commemorate the scene in which Draco Malfoy--you know, the Malfoy heir? Pure of blood, black of clothes, white of hair, turgid of member--meets our dear close personal friend Hermione Granger (and, unknowingly, Theo Nott, spectral anomaly and audiobook fan) in a central London Pret a Manger at 7am. Don't think things ever got quite that bleak in canon, so be warned.
(If you think Pret is harrowing, they also end up in Milton fucking Keynes at one point! And if you're now, understandably, wondering whether or not they put the "fucking" in "Milton fucking Keynes" then you shall have to read the fic! A lady never tells!)
Ever since April 2025, I have had to think at least once a month about how this iteration of Draco Malfoy is definitely aware of the existence of the cursed Pret protein pot (the one that's just hard boiled eggs and spinach leaves and despair), and sit uncomfortably with the speculation that he might not be even appropriately repulsed by it! This is because, according to my research, tall strong boys must apparently, from time to time, consider their food through the mysterious and esoteric lens of "the gains." They are oft thinking of their one true love, the gains, and therefore unable to reflect meaningfully on whether the pot of eggs and shame they are eating should even be allowed to exist. I am but a weak and feeble soul, a stranger to the gains, who literally has a mouth full of biscuit as she types, so I cannot relate to any of this, but I do try to be understanding, especially where hot people are concerned
(Note to self: must I start a poll to gauge where the community stands on the issue of whether or not Draco would eat one of the protein pots? Feels kind of important.)
Here is 7am Pret (Draco's Version) and by that I mean Theo ain't even there oh no where is he
