Muggles ✧ Drarry

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ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 5ᴋ
ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ: sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 17ᴛʜ, 2021
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After a semi-intense stare-down in the kitchen, Potter's eyes relented and he shuffled back into the living room. There was a certain strength to his walk that caused Draco to shudder. He might have won the staring contest, but he was certain that Potter was unfazed by it.

After a short moment of collecting his thoughts, Draco followed Potter into the sitting room to join Granger, who had taken five books off of the shelf. They were sitting in a neat pile on the coffee table before her, as she was sitting on the plushy sofa just near the edge up the area rug. Potter had found himself a spot nearest her, on her left side with his arm resting across the edge of the sofa's back so that if Granger were to lean back she would be with his arm around her shoulder.

Draco chose a proper seat on the sofa across from theirs, leaning back into the more gently used cushions. Even with spells to protect the sofas from wear and tear, it was painfully apparent which one was used more. The one farther from the stairs but closer to the dining room and bookshelf had much more experience being lied on, snogged on...dare he say no more for the sake of propriety. The sofa closest to the kitchen and door into the backyard was used less often, and the sofa chairs on either short side of the rectangular coffee table in the centre of the room had the least usage. The one nearest the front entrance, however, had sat a few more people (and chickens) than the one nearest the back windows.

Granger's eyes didn't lift from the table of contents as she skimmed it. After a moment, she lifted her wand, after allowing it to drop from her sleeve and into her hand, and began to wave the magical stick back and forth over the book. After nearly ten or so seconds of this, she set the book down onto the table in its own pile and selected a new book from the other pile. With this book she did the same, and for the others she continued this practice.

"I would hope that those spells are safe for the books," Draco found himself saying, hiding his own discomfort and worry with a steady voice and small lift of a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. He had been working on that move for years, finally perfecting it around the time that he met Potter for the first time. Funny, how he associated those two tremendous events with one another.

Granger looked up from where she was sheathing her wand back into her sleeve. "Yes, of course. I would never want to harm them." Draco nodded with approval; he trusted Granger's judgement on this one, and wasn't afraid to let her know via his small head gesture. Draco shifted in his seat after receiving a small smile of affirmation from Granger that showed her acknowledgment of his approval.

Potter cleared his throat. "So what do the spells do, 'Mione?" he asked, leaning forward and, in doing so, accidentally bumping Granger's back with his chest.

She smiled a bright smile to him, one with teeth and genuine affectionate meaning, almost overly proud at his contribution to the task at hand. "Well, Harry, these spells are leafing through the books for any information that could prove helpful to us."

"Did you have to specify what you were looking for?" the Saviour of the Entire Fucking World asked his friend, who shook her head.

"No, that's the beauty of this particular enchantment," she said. "It just works logically to decide whether or not the information could positively affect the way that the caster's life is running currently."

"So, by extension, that means my life as well?"

"You are a significant part of my life, are you not?"

Potter nodded, and they shared a small smile and knowing look. The way that they looked at each other was like staring at sugar cubes in snow under bright sun that just would not melt the cold weather away; to elucidate, it hurt Draco's eyes.