#oh my god this is delightful
A joyous fanniversary to @sitp-recs, a beautiful person to whom I and my fandom experience are indebted. Just over a year ago I’d started to drift away from drarry after reading a few fics, until I discovered Liv’s incredible blog and so many more fics to love and reasons to dig deeper. I wouldn’t have found my way into this community without her, and am so grateful for her kindness and presence here. Liv, I hope this lil story gives you even a fraction of the joy you and your blog have given me over the past year.
Of course, it’s the one eventuality he hasn’t planned for.
“It’s raining,” Draco says, clutching Pansy’s arm and watching the windows streak.
“It sure is,” they say. Their lipstick is sharp and red—any overt warmth from Pansy is rare, but a corner of their mouth tugs upward, not even in a sneer. They tuck a piece of Draco’s hair behind his ear and smooth out his robes.
“It’s a Muggle venue,” Draco says, realising. “No Weather Charms. We can’t even cast an Impervius.”
“No, we certainly can’t.”
“Don’t laugh at me, Pans.” Draco clutches their arm harder. “Oh Merlin, all the guests are going to be wet, they’ll hate me.”
Pansy shakes their head, tugging Draco gently toward the door. “It’s just a bit of rain, Draco.”
