#i can tell
yall sometimes selfcare rly is coming home from an 8am yoga class, eating 4 eggo waffles in under 5 mins and chugging half a gallon of milk before going back to bed
“pop a pill, pop a seal to forget about you”
Travis Scott - I Can Tell
fresh snip from my drarry-but-they’re-all-girls wip, which i’m barely in after finishing Second Best last week!
i’ve been tagged by numerous people in the past week or two but don’t know who anymore so i’m passing this along to some of the usual suspects: @nv-md @tackytigerfic@maesterchill@sweet-s0rr0w@the-sinking-ship@opalesqueopioid@slytherco@teacup-tai@graymattersand@skeptiquewrites
unedited, as per usual:
It does not bode well for anyone that the first thing that Harry says to her new roommate is a complete lie.
Sarah barely has time to introduce herself when Malfoy emerges from the room across the hallway from them.
Their jaws fall open in tandem. The motion is familiar to Harry whenever she forgets what Malfoy looks like. She is still definitely bitchy, horrible Malfoy, but Merlin, she is gorgeous. Sarah takes a little longer to recover, which Harry understands. Malfoy just has that effect on people. Sarah will know soon enough that Malfoy is a rotten fucking bastard and her beauty does not make up for any of it.
“Oh, sweet Merlin. Potter?” Malfoy says, ponytail swinging behind her. Harry’s mouth falls into its usual scowl, a shape it hasn’t taken in months. Figures. She’s not seen Malfoy the whole summer.
She notices Malfoy looks somehow even taller, her long slacks extending her legs impossibly, the pearl necklace around her neck screaming old money. Harry hates that Malfoy does that pretty girl/old librarian combo so well. She hates her gorgeous straight hair, she hates her beautiful grey eyes. Harry Potter hates every single thing about Draco Malfoy. But especially, she hates the smirk on those stupid pink lips.
“Malfoy,” she manages to croak, with a nod, and turns straight back into her dorm.
