𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 (🪄) 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ❝ there's no glory in taking the
easy path, only mediocrity. i'll take the thorns if it means i bloom brighter. ❞
RE-WRITTEN
harry potter and the philosopher's stone - the deathly h...
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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL ? 🩰 DRACO MALFOY ⋆｡‧˚ʚ 031. overnight with bleach boy ɞ˚‧｡⋆
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"You could read," Kimberly suggested without looking at him.
"Believe me or not, I don't want to read. I want to leave," Draco said stubbornly beside her.
"Well, we can't," Kimberly shrugged. She pulled her skirt down in an attempt to cover her knees, but the chill in the air seemed to seep through, making her shiver.
Draco noticed but chose not to comment. His jumper along with his black robes, kept him comfortable.
"You should have worn your jumper or your robes, not your uniform. That's make you warm," Draco said.
"You see, I was too preoccupied with my studies earlier," Kimberly replied, crossing her arms in a futile attempt to ward off the cold. "Now I'm paying for it."
Silence settled over their conversation like a heavy blanket, and Kimberly's eyes fluttered as she tried to fall asleep, but the cold made it impossible.
"So, changed your hairstyle, huh?" Draco broke the silence. Kimberly let out a hum in response. "It's still ugly as hell," Draco joked. Kimberly opened her eyes and glanced at him. "Do you want me to punch you again, Malfoy? Not even in the jaw this time—how about your nose?" Kimberly threatened.
Draco raised an eyebrow, clearly unbothered. "Is that a promise or a threat?"
"Take it however you want," Kimberly replied, her voice low and dangerous. "Just know I'm not in the mood for your nonsense tonight." Draco then tossed his robes at her feet, the fabric crumpling on the floor. Kimberly picked up the soft material, her frown deepening as she looked at him.
"Do you always make a habit of dumping your things on people?" she asked.
"Well, I can't stand your complaining. Use it now before I take it back and let you freeze to death." Draco's voice dripped with mockery, though neither of them had ever mentioned anything about the cold. Kimberly's eyes narrowed.
"Since you're so generous, I'll take it." She changed into her pajamas and slipped Draco's robe over her head, adjusting it until it fell comfortably. The robe carried the faintest hint of Draco's cologne, mingled with a crisp peppermint aroma.
"Thank you, bleach boy," Kimberly murmured, pulling the robe tightly around herself.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Just don't get too comfortable. I expect that robe back in one piece."
Kimberly rolled her eyes and glanced down at her robes. They were far too large, the sleeves draping past her hands.
"Beautiful," he whispered instead. Kimberly's eyes widened in surprise. "What did you say?"
