small office filled with colorful sticky notes on his side of the room, assorted knickknacks scattered about in ways he knows draco doesn't like. ( he's got the body of a twenty-five year old, but the mind of a teenager. )
being partners with draco malfoy wasn't as bad as he originally thought. they jibed each other in the ministry hallways, but when it came to important missions, they were scarily in sync. everything about this felt so normal, so right. ( and the way draco fretted when he got laid up in st. mungo's wasn't half bad, either. )
"have you got the notes on the wilson case, then? i'd like to go get indian from that shop on the corner sometime soon, thank you."
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