Harry had come to the library to at least feign the illusion of doing his Potions essay. It was due in two days but Harry just didn't see the gain in writing three foot about dragon dung of all things! He'd built a fortress of potion books and reference texts on his table and was now trying to hide himself from the watchful eyes of Madame Pince. Harry had decided that monitoring Malfoy was an even better way to spend ones time than the charms essay due in three days. Malfoy sat in a secludes corner (right next to the Magical History Section) and was writing furiously on his parchment. Every once in a while he would gnaw on the end of his quill, his eyes focused on nothing. Afterward he would often gasp and write a few words just to stop abruptly again. Whenever he was writing his left hand was twitching and Harry awaited the moment he would topple over his ink well. He found great pleasure in imagining the dark ink staining Malfoy's doubtlessly expensive robes, splashing on the white-blonde head and the pressed-together lips. In his anger he'd snap his quill and get adorable red cheeks.
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Harry had come to the library to at least feign the illusion of doing his Potions essay.
It was due in two days but Harry just didn't see the gain in writing three foot about dragon dung of all things! He'd built a fortress of potion books and reference texts on his table and was now trying to hide himself from the watchful eyes of Madame Pince.
Harry had decided that monitoring Malfoy was an even better way to spend ones time than the charms essay due in three days.
Malfoy sat in a secludes corner (right next to the Magical History Section) and was writing furiously on his parchment. Every once in a while he would gnaw on the end of his quill, his eyes focused on nothing. Afterward he would often gasp and write a few words just to stop abruptly again. Whenever he was writing his left hand was twitching and Harry awaited the moment he would topple over his ink well.
He found great pleasure in imagining the dark ink staining Malfoy's doubtlessly expensive robes, splashing on the white-blonde head and the pressed-together lips. In his anger he'd snap his quill and get adorable red cheeks.