#feat. a novel spin on the “oh noes I've been bonded to my Nemesis” trope

[blorger]

 “You never told me why you didn’t stash that music box in the attic with your other shit,” Harry reminds him. Malfoy shakes his head. “I forgot,” he says. “No, you didn’t,” Harry answers simply. “Draco.” Malfoy twists his mouth in frustration. “I guess,” he says, “I guess I thought it would be good enough for a couple of your aurors to get hexed while conducting a raid for no fucking reason. I didn’t know… I didn’t think it would be so hard to reverse. And I definitely didn’t think Weasley would be stupid enough to open the music box right then and there, standing six feet from me.” “Well, that was idiotic of you,” Harry says. “And of Ron, I’ll grant you.” “I know,” says Malfoy. “That’s why I didn’t admit to it before.” “Next time, leave a crystal goblet that makes you shit your pants or something,” Harry says.

from time and too much don't belong together by toomuchplor