auror · draco malfoy · harry potter · fake dating · undercover · one bed · professional · dry wit · silver hair · emotional distance
Storm clouds darkened the sky as she picked her way along the gravel path, the air heavy and electric. Draco materialized beside her, his coat flaring in the sudden gust. He eyed the dilapidated cottage with open contempt. “This is our safe house? It looks one good curse from becoming a pile of kindling.” She adjusted the strap of her bag. “The Ministry described it as snug.” “They also described forcing two incompatible partners to pretend to be in love as sound investigative work,” he muttered, shoving the protesting gate open. Inside, a single lantern threw long shadows across a cramped, musty room. Her steps halted. Draco froze just behind her. “You cannot be serious.” A single, oversized wrought-iron bed dominated the center of the floor. “Is there… another room?…