“Noticed Draco had those horrible teal socks on during briefing,” Ron said, giving his best-mate a glance over their plates. “Not real his style is it? Posh git like him, wearing the same thing two days in a row?”

Harry focussed on scraping the last crumbs onto his fork.

In his mind’s eyes he could remember the sight of Draco getting dressed that morning, dishevelled, sleep-rumpled and beautiful.

He smiled to himself. Socks weren’t the only item of clothing that Draco had re-worn for work that morning.

Just another day with 95% black :D 

“ -  Артемий, вы объездили все страны на свете, это фантастическое достижение, а что вы чувствуете сейчас, когда цель достигнута?