hi!! love your writing (i'm so so into drarry atm)!! the future fic is my absolute fave like MAN!! are you ever gonna revisit that universe? and do you know what makes everything worse, your aesthetics on here is just absolute goals. i'll follow for a mix of hot girls and harry potter stuff any day!
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Ginny was the only one of them who owned a car, the only one of them who had ever even bothered to learn how to drive. Ron was still unnerved by his dalliance with the flying one in second year, and would flinch violently every time she changed gear, his hand braced against the fabric roof of her truck. Harry always looked faintly sick at the suggestion he get a motorcycle license, Neville and Luna were deeply, deeply attached to the floo system, and Malfoy pretended he hated the tube but was also utterly transparent about the fact that he adored it and was fascinated by it and felt as though it was a feat of engineering. Ginny liked that about him, it was one of the only things she liked about him. He had a nice face, she supposed, if you enjoyed that kind of thing or looked at it from the right angle or in the right light. She glanced across at him now, folded into the passenger seat as though he was trying to touch as few surfaces as he could possibly manage. He’d crossed his arms, propped one foot up on the dashboard like he was trying to annoy her with it. She didn’t have the heart to tell him her car had seen worse sights than this.