Literature
Dramione 16: Slide
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"Dear me, Draco! Whatever shall Hogwarts' Romeo do now, because the clock's ticking." Blaise motioned to Draco's arm and exaggerated his hand movements.
The hall was almost empty and the first class of the morning was near. The Golden Trio had already left.
"I don't know," replied Draco, who seemed to be distracted. "And stop calling me that."
"Fine, fine," Blaise said. "You don't have a plan, do you? Perhaps even an idea?" Blaise knew he was annoying Draco, but it was fun and he sure as hell didn't care. "Even a quick, tiny thought bubble, maybe?"
"I said I don't know!" Draco cracked. "Look, let's go. It'll come to me so
