✨ #dhr ✨ Enjoy some Draco’s nonsense
Draco lay sprawled on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. Hours had passed—maybe days—but he hadn’t moved, as though the plaster above him might somehow offer a solution to his many problems.
Draco lay sprawled on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. Hours had passed—maybe days—but he hadn’t moved, as though the plaster above him might somehow offer a solution to his many problems.
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The cat responded with another plaintive meow.
“She abandoned us here,” Draco continued, his tone dramatic, as if the cat were a willing participant in his sorrow. “What are we supposed to do without her?”
“I know, I know,” Draco sighed again, brushing a hand through his hair. “I don’t understand why she has to work every day either. My family committed tax fraud for generations, and we never had to worry about a thing.”
Fin. ✨