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...if I do this and this blows up in my face, I'm coming straight back here to blame you.

Around this time of day you should try my apartment or Sam's shop instead.

If this blows up in your face, I expect to hear about it immediately.

[she's serious]

Probably Sam's then. I'll have a few things to discuss with her later anyhow.

...you'll probably be the first to know in any case. And so long as I can gloat that I was right I'll be happy to share.

Ah, yes, I suppose you do. She was pretty pleased with the eggs.

Not probably, Draco, all right? Gloating or not.

I have a few propositions for her once I iron out the details a bit further. As you can imagine I've been a bit distracted.

...fine. Not probably. Definitely. I suppose you deserve to know considering how long we've been here talking about this.

Just a bit, yes. I'm sure she'll welcome them, she likes projects nearly as much as you do.

Mm, exactly. Quite entitled. [or at least she's content with that fiction]

Suppose that's why we get on. And what about you? Are you more into projects or just keeping her on track? [Because that's a good avenue to change the subject to.]

I don't know enough to be truly helpful in much besides keeping up the shop and letting her spend most of her time in the back instead of at the counter. Considering asking her to learn, though.

That's what Euri does with me, though I've been teaching her a bit more recently. She catches on fast. I'm fairly certain you would, too.

You work well with her, then. It would be an interesting thing to learn. Maybe I'll ask.

I would if I were you. It couldn't hurt. [And he'll stop talking, just nudging his head to her hand. Come on. Pet me.]

It couldn't, could it?

[that makes her laugh a little, and she shifts her legs so that she's less human pretzel and more lap-pillow]

Put your head up here and I'll do you one better.

It's just like having Pansy back. [And moving. That's happening and thank you lap-pillow.]

She is probably less bony.

[but luckily for draco sophie's muscular enough that her thigh makes a fair pillow. after all of this, she's finally letting go of his hand, but that's because one needs both hands for a proper head and neckrub. somebody noticed draco's headache]

[Best. Friend. Ever. There's a small, pleased sound as he just settles right there and closes his eyes again. He's either very trusting of her, or very stupid. He's not sure which. Granted he's like a bird now. He could easily fly away if he had to.]

I doubt that. Pans was always very skinny even as we got older.

[it's a little amazing to sophie, though, that he just does, just offers his head and neck like that, even if she's the one who suggested it in the first place. she'd never harm him, of course, and would very likely be quick to hurt anyone who tried, but the weight of his head on her lap is something else]

Really? Well then, at least you're used to all the comfort of a scrawny pillow.

[one of her hands is warmer than the other, since he was holding it, but the heat doesn't stay with her very long]

[He assumes that worst things could happen and if she was going to do anything, she would have by now. They've been alone more than enough times. He'll just continue pressing his head into her hands, snorting a bit.]

She spoiled me. A lot. I think I forgot how much I actually missed it.

[she presses her thumbs into his temples, rubbing firm ovals from there over the jaw muscles behind them]

I had never spoiled anyone before here. I don't think I mind doing it. What is she like?

Then Connor's a lucky guy. [He's not even going to bother pretending he's not enjoying this. That's a lot of effort. He can't help but smirk a little though.]

...Pansy's...Pansy. She's loud and abrasive and kind of catty but all the same she's a good friend. If you're on her good side, she's incredibly loyal and loving. I've known her since I was four or five, I can't even remember. She's just always been a part of my life, and one day I woke up when I was twelve and she approached me in the common room and told me I was her boyfriend now. That's just how things worked. I never really had to do anything but be with her and she'd be more than happy to shower me with presents and headrubs and what have you. It was great.

He puts up with me, some sort of recompense is necessary.

[that goes a way to explaining draco and euri, actually.]

She informed you? I think I like her.

[it may be somewhat obvious that sophie is familiar with tension headaches, since she seems pretty good at finding the sore spots in between time spent just massaging his scalp]

I'm sure he'd appreciate it.

You probably would. She's a bitch, but I still adore her in a really bizarre sort of way. [And the fact he's talking about Pansy at all says quite a bit, seeing how he's careful not to mention her around Jade at all.] She humored me a lot. I think she just didn't care because she was so in love with me.

[Beeesssst friiiiend.] Mm. How obvious was it that my head's been kiling me for days?

I really ought to introduce you two already. You'd like him, I think. I'll drag you over for dinner.

[she chuckles] Not bizarre at all. It sounds like she's a good friend to you.

Tense shoulders, tight neck and jaw, covering your eyes from the light. Moderately obvious. [ooor sophie's creepily observant, one of those. her fingers move to his neck, rubbing at the base of his skull]

I'll have to think of an excuse to bail on Jade. She likes to monitor my meal times to make sure I'm actually eating.

...yeah. She was. It's hard to say how things are going to turn out after this rubbish is all over.

[And Draco's not? He gets it, it's fine to be a little creepily observant.] This Jade debacle's been giving me migraines for the last few days. I can't stand it.

If I'm eating, so are you. House rules. I'll assure her of it if need be.

True enough. Obviously she liked you even though you're a spoiled prat, though, so don't write it off yet.

[she says while carefully trying to work the knots out of the back of his neck]

I'm not sure I've ever actually seen someone worry themselves sick before.

You may very well have to lest she assume I'm running out to work at the shop again.

Well. She sort of doesn't realize I broke up with her earlier this year. Wizarding wars aren't exactly the best time to be having relationship problems. [He hisses a bit as she brushes over a particularly large knot, tempted to swat her away but deciding better of it.]

...well, congratulations. Now you have. You should have met me when I was sixteen. [So. Last year. When he'd go for long stints of time not sleeping, being too physically sick to eat much, and generally freaking out every single time he breathed. It was fun. Really.]

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