11-02-2009, 02:10 AM
Draco clicked his tongue, closing his eyes quickly. So what if he didn't have time to write back? Was it really /his/ fault? He didn't think so, but then again, he didn't think a lot of things. His fingers slightly shifted to run through his hair once more before he stood, thin frame standing at roughly five four and stared down at Harry. His eyes seemed to be hard, but were softening rather quickly.
He shifted, the heir to the Malfoy throne, down to sit next to the boy-who-lived. He smiled softly, reached over, and plucked Harry's glasses from him. The blond haired boy ran his fingers lightly over the frames, staring toward Harry. "You know that I would have answered had I the time.. Father doesn't let me in the owl coop, so I must send elves." he whispered softly.
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