Pairing: Draco Malfoy / Cormac McLaggen
Setting: Non magical, vampire AU
Warning: featuring a very, overly dramatic Draco Malfoy. Non-linear narrative.
A/N: the, not hypothetical anymore, early birthday drabble for @provocative-envy. Happy (early) birthday!!!
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Draco Malfoy woke up that morning, feeling more refreshed, stronger, than he had been last night. He sighed in relief, stretched a bit, and got out of the bed. His eyes flew to the guy on the bed, gaze travelling upwards greedily from those abs to his handsome face to his blond hair –
Blond hair that was a different shade of blond than his own –
This couldn’t be.
Panicking, he rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door violently behind him, and stared at the mirror in despair.
Behind him, Cormac McLaggen woke up on the bed with a groan.
In retrospect, he probably shouldn’t have done this in a dim-lighted pub where he couldn’t very well see clearly the exact color of the other person’s hair.
But Draco was half-drunk and he was unfocused and the thirst was killing him, and the guy in front of him was kind of gorgeous even when he was bragging and Draco wasn’t really listening to anything he just said.
And he’d got blond hair, and something registered in the back of Draco’s mind, like something just clicked and he thought it must be fate, plus that he was really thirsty now –
So he asked, in a voice that the drunk-Draco thought was a casual and charming and husky but the sober-Draco would probably be horrified at, “Can I bite you?”