Draco/Hermione (sweatshirt stealing)
Theo handed Harry a pint and Draco a parcel.
“What’s this?” Draco asked, squashing it in his hand investigatively then peering up at Theo.
Theo took his seat across from Hermione, sipping his own drink. “Open it.”
Draco flicked a brow but did as he was told, tearing the paper open and then holding up the hooded sweatshirt. He grinned, turning it to show the logo of his newly-opened Apothecary to Hermione and Harry before turning his pleased expression on his oldest friend.
“Theo. This is brilliant. Thank you.”
“Congrats,” Theo told him. It felt like a small gesture but he was genuinely quite proud of everything his friend had accomplished.
He saw Draco notice the word on the back of the garment, his brows lifting and then sinking as he lowered it and immediately handed it to Hermione. “Here, love.”
“Oi,” Theo protested. “That was for you! At least pretend to wear it before she takes it.”
“Shouldn’t have put my name on the back then,” Draco replied, watching with greedy eyes as Hermione wiggled into the oversized sweatshirt.
Theo clicked his tongue. “I did put your name—oh.” He sighed.
Hermione twisted to show the back to Draco, the word Malfoy emblazoned across her shoulders like a brand.
“What d’you think?” she asked him flirtatiously. “Does it look good on me?”
Draco tugged Hermione backward over his lap, looking down at her in a way that made Theo feel like a voyeur. Hermione giggled, gazing up at him like he’d hung the fucking moon.
“Mm,” Draco hummed. “It’ll do for now.”