Fuck The FormalitiesWord count:
The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
Written for the current challenge at rondracodrabble
On Monday morning Draco found a bouquet on his desk: tuberose, for dangerous love. There wasn’t a card; probably from some ugly old man. Nobody rough enough to appeal to Draco sent flowers.
On Tuesday, it was hazel: reconciliation. Still no card.
On Wednesday, he came in early and caught Ron Weasley, of all people, leaving coriander flowers: lust. “What the...?”
Weasley’s ears turned red. “Er, I thought you’d like me to court you properly.”
Draco cocked his head, and considered. Tall, big hands... “Fuck the formalities.”
“Get moving. We’re going to my flat to have extremely impolite sex.”