For a moment, he was afraid to touch her. Because she was Luna Lovegood, because she was a Muggle-loving freak living her life with her head in the Nargle infested clouds, and because his father would kill him. Flay the flesh from his bones, no wand needed. There would be blood, for certain. But there was also a fact that he was very aware of, almost at all times:
His father was not there.
A Malfoy is never clumsy, a Malfoy never lets his body get the better of him, but it was that damn see-through shirt and those short shorts. "Oh, hell," he growled, hooking an arm around her waist and hauling her onto his lap.
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Date: 2009-09-30 03:14 am (UTC)His father was not there.
A Malfoy is never clumsy, a Malfoy never lets his body get the better of him, but it was that damn see-through shirt and those short shorts. "Oh, hell," he growled, hooking an arm around her waist and hauling her onto his lap.