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Coco: *Agott's so nice to let me borrow her clothes. Her clothes are really warm* I'm so happy we're friends

Random female character #1: Hey Agott! Here's your dress back. Thank you for letting me borrow it.

Agott: Of course.

Coco: What a weird feeling in my chest?

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Agott: You need to change this sign to aeriform. A wind sigil won't work

Coco: Thank you Agott! You're the best!

Random male character #1: Hey Agott! Could you help me with this spell? I keep drawing the sign but it isn't working.

Agott (gets up and leaves Coco's side): Sure, here you do it like this (Proceeds to guides the person's pen across the paper)

Random male character #1: Thank you so much! You're super smart, Agott!

Coco: Why do I feel like I want to fight him?

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Random female character #2: Thank you so much for help me! Here, I made you some chocolates! Dark chocolate with a marktea ganache.

Agott: You didn't need to, it was my pleasure to help you! Still, thank you for all the work you put into making this.

Random female character #2: You saved me and carried me to the medical spire.

Agott: You broke your ankle. It was the natural thing to do.

Random female character #2: Even so, I felt sort of like a princess saved by a knight in shining armor. It made me quite happy.

Agott: I'm glad.

Tetia: Uhm Coco? Are you okay? Why are you glaring at Agott? Did you guys get into a fight?

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Random male character #2: Miss Agott, may I have the pleasure of dancing with you?

Agott: Alright.

Coco: I hope that guy falls down the stairs and breaks his legs

Richeh: What?

Coco: What?

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Coco (in the middle of the night): Master Qifrey? Master Olruggio?

Qifrey: What are you doing up? It's midnight.

Olruggio: Did you have a nightmare?

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@drarrymicrofic | wc: 456 | prompt: butt

The first time Harry tried to ask Draco Malfoy out, he got as far as, “So, Malfoy, are you—”

Then Ron appeared, dropped three case files on Harry’s desk, and said, “Good, you’re both here. Please tell me one of you knows where I can find a cursed ferret, I’ve been doing the rounds.”

Draco looked at the files. Harry looked at Ron.

“Not now,” Harry said.

Ron dropped into a chair. “It’s either now or I set fire to the paperwork.”

The second time, Harry cornered Draco in the Ministry lift.

“Malfoy,” he said, shifting his grip on his briefcase, “I was wondering if you’d like to—”

The lift doors opened and Kingsley Shacklebolt stepped in.

Harry immediately changed course and said, “—review the… broom-related… tax fraud?”

Draco stared at him. “Potter, that was six months ago.”

Kingsley looked between them, then very wisely chose shuffling through the paperwork in his hand over whatever this was. 

The third time, Draco was alone outside after work, collar turned up against the cold, smoke from his cigarette curling silver around his fingers.

“Malfoy,” Harry said, walking up, before he could lose his nerve.

Draco looked over. “Potter.”

“I was thinking we—”

“There you are,” Pansy said from behind him, pulling her gloves on. She looked between them and smirked. “Am I interrupting something?”

Draco’s mouth curved. “Only Potter’s latest attempt at a sentence, apparently.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Good night.”

Pansy waved and looped her arm through Draco’s, tugging him away, already complaining about the cold.

Harry watched them go and made a private note to find a way to rid of the entire concept of timing.

A few weeks into this, Hermione had apparently had enough.

They were all crammed into a corner booth at the Leaky, warm with laughter and too many rounds, when Harry glanced at Draco across the table.

“Malfoy, I—well. I was wondering if—”

Everyone else’s conversation died all at once, and their eyes were on him. Harry’s mouth stayed open, uselessly shaped around words that had apparently decided to abandon him.

Across the table, Draco only raised a perfect blond eyebrow, which did not help.

Hermione did not even look up from her drink. “Draco, Harry wants to know if you’ll go out with him,” she butted in. 

Ron and Blaise said, in unison, “Oh, finally.”

Harry turned his head slowly towards Hermione. “Hey, I had that!”

“Did you though?”

Harry was about to retort when Draco’s knee brushed his beneath the table. When Harry looked back at him, Draco was smiling.

“Well, Potter?”

Harry swallowed. “Dinner?”

Draco’s smile softened. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Isn't that too funny wwww and they even almost got in trouble from the foreigners with their act lol