Beks

“He teased her for her small bites because he loved her. He threatened to steal her last profiterole because he loved her. It was why he followed her into crypts--why he wrested hinds in swamps--why he kissed her scar.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“Hey Granger, tell your cat I said pspsps.”
― Brigitte Knightley, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“Draco, being a clumsy sort of wizard, accidentally dismantled all of the tomb’s wards, and tripped over, and pushed off the enormous marble slab that covered the grave. Then the Elder Wand fell, quite by chance, into Granger’s hand, and she, out of sheer ineptitude, created a perfect duplicate of it, and, by absolute happenstance, dropped the duplicate into the tomb, and they left with the Elder Wand in her pocket without noticing that it had fallen in.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“As it turned out, Granger’s moment of pure self-indulgence? Her terrible indiscretion? Her vice? Visiting a library.
“A library?” repeated Draco.
“Yes. At Tynstesfield.”
Draco wanted to scream with laughter, but felt that would be unprofessional. He settled for gasping out, “The decadence.”
“I wish you’d go away,” said Granger with cutting sincerity.
“The absolute sin of it all,” said Draco.
“Please Apparate home to your mother–”
“A library. I shall have to report it.”
“–As you can see, I’m quite safe here; the only remotely bad things are your attempts at humour.”
“What other naughty habits have you got? Churchgoing? Baking?”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love