DRABBLE: War Orphans - 11 (Dean/Draco)
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rarepair_shortsTitle: War orphans - 11
Character pairing: Dean Thomas / Draco Malfoy
Prompt: black ink
Rating: PG
Word count: 235
AN: Part eleven of thirteen.
Link to prompt table: here!
War Orphans - 11
It wasn’t easy to find time and place to meet, but somehow they were making it work. As days went by, Dean felt more and more relaxed, and he was happy to have nothing else on his mind than schoolwork, drawing, and sneaking away with Draco. Sometimes he still found it a bit mad that he would be hanging out with Malfoy, and no one else was friendly with the Slytherin or even spoke to him; on the rare occasions when they would be found together in the corridors, people would speak to Dean and ignore Draco. But on the whole, they didn’t really care.
“Can I borrow your ink?”
Dean’s head shot up at Parvati’s question; the girl, who was sitting in the row just in front of theirs, had twisted on her seat and was looking sternly at Draco. Draco looked back and forth between the two Gryffindors, confused.
“I’m talking to you, Malfoy. Dean hates sharing his ink. And his isn’t the same color as mine anyway.”
“Oh,” Draco said. “Um, sure.”
Hesitantly, he pushed his inkpot towards her. She took her own to spell some ink from one pot into the other. Then, with a brief thanks, she focused back to her work.
The two boys exchanged a bewildered glance. Dean wanted to kiss him right there. And get Parvati some flowers. He settled for concealing his grin behind his hand.
Back to part 10 --- Part 12
Character pairing: Dean Thomas / Draco Malfoy
Prompt: black ink
Rating: PG
Word count: 235
AN: Part eleven of thirteen.
Link to prompt table: here!
It wasn’t easy to find time and place to meet, but somehow they were making it work. As days went by, Dean felt more and more relaxed, and he was happy to have nothing else on his mind than schoolwork, drawing, and sneaking away with Draco. Sometimes he still found it a bit mad that he would be hanging out with Malfoy, and no one else was friendly with the Slytherin or even spoke to him; on the rare occasions when they would be found together in the corridors, people would speak to Dean and ignore Draco. But on the whole, they didn’t really care.
“Can I borrow your ink?”
Dean’s head shot up at Parvati’s question; the girl, who was sitting in the row just in front of theirs, had twisted on her seat and was looking sternly at Draco. Draco looked back and forth between the two Gryffindors, confused.
“I’m talking to you, Malfoy. Dean hates sharing his ink. And his isn’t the same color as mine anyway.”
“Oh,” Draco said. “Um, sure.”
Hesitantly, he pushed his inkpot towards her. She took her own to spell some ink from one pot into the other. Then, with a brief thanks, she focused back to her work.
The two boys exchanged a bewildered glance. Dean wanted to kiss him right there. And get Parvati some flowers. He settled for concealing his grin behind his hand.
Back to part 10 --- Part 12
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