Sneer

Oh shit.

She doesn't need to look up to know exactly who it is, but she does any way. The first thing she notices is the smell of green apple and mahogany cologne, then, his height, and finally his sneer.

Dear god, that sneer.

One she has seen his father have on his face so many times. The one that has been passed down through every generation of the Malfoy family, every member wearing it proudly. One that makes your knees weak, your stomach drop and heart race. It's the one that she has been on the receiving end of going on six years.

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I do not own the rights to hp, just a dramione story for my roommate
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