@drarrymicrofic - mean - 131 words
Harry is having a hard time remembering why he’d been so resistant to Ginny dragging him to the club as he watches Draco Malfoy sinuously shift in and out of the pulsing lights. The colours flash in sequence over his head and Harry is starkly reminded of Hermione’s lectures on the deep-sea anglerfish that lures in its prey with a bright glow in the darkness.
The music thumps deep into his bones as the singer moans loudly - “why don't they… do what they say, say what you mean?”
Ginny, arms wrapped around Luna’s waist, follows Harry’s gaze with glee before pushing him toward the lean form that seems inevitable. Magnetic.
A sliced smirk that cuts Harry to the bone as he sidles into orbit.
🎶 “…and baby one thing leads to another!” 🎶
You know you’re old when the prompt of “mean” means your brain comes up with a song that’s over 40 years old.















