what a morning . dreaming of terrifying noseless creature, only to wake up to his younger self .
give him a bloody break.
harry’ wand was still leveled at him, unwavering, the tip nearly brushing the front of malfoy’ immaculate robes. yes he noticed how neatly he wears his uniform —— everyone notices it.
“ huh. y’ cant in your right mind . i know you’re up to something ——
“ you’re funny . “ he snorted, shaking his head slightly —— now he cant help but imagine it, and the image of it was just too good not to laugh about.
hands hovered at his sides, he swear he could already hear hermione’ voice in tha back of his head —— this is a bad idea. harry gets too worked up whenever malfoy is involved, valid but dangerous at the same time.
his patience snapped.
“ not everyone wants to look like some spoiled posh kid who thinks silk ties make him better than everyone else, malfoy. “ he bristles, hands tensing on his tie, above malfoy’
“ hands off. go be a personal stylist to someone else ! “
he didn’t give him the satisfaction to respond to that —— his gaze following malfoy’ with wary curiosity. it looked like the messy, red tie around harry’ neck insulted him personally.
“ what ? “ snapped, annoyance in tone that he didnt try to hide. “ color hurting your eyes ? “
a bloody slytherin . of course he would try and pull a dirty move like this. harry isn’t surprised. not even a bit. his hand shot up on instinct, catching malfoy’ wrist mid-air firmly —— “ dont. “
he shoved the hand away from him, letting go quickly and stepping back.
hand ached to smack the smirk off his face, quickly shurgging off the violent thought . he simply raises an eyebrow —— hating how he had to tilt his head back slightly because of course he’s bloody taller. harry knew that ..












