dracxnem:

malfoytrash:

purebloodron

                                      [ The blond heir was making his way down the street. After the war, he lost his old stride for it matured. Now it was a moderate stride as he moved past people with the fast need not to be touched by the crowd in a part of Diagon Alley. It was up until he saw a flash of red hair when he minded his own business. Then a smirk came up and with a quirk of an eyebrow, he made a bee-line t the ignorant buffoon and ——

                                                WHOOPS.  ——that was him chipping his shoulder roughly against no other than Ronald Weasley. ] 

“—Watch it Weasley!
    Did your mother
    ever teach you
    m a n n e r s?”

                                         [ did his ?]

                   Of course, the last person in the world that he’d want to see, appears right in front of him– and when he’s already been having a bad day at that. The ginger haired boy couldn’t help but strongly feel that the blonde had run into him on purpose. Something that Ron was not surprised about in the least.

                                                     "Shut it, Malfoy.”

The banter was something he did not miss, not one bit. Malfoy could’ve moved far away for all the Weasley would care– not that he would care. Throughout all the years, he wondered why he even bothered with the other male– why he felt compelled to respond to him whenever he took a jab at him or his family. 

                      Hmm.
                                And yet even with these thoughts, 
                                he never once stopped; it was like 
                                a daily routine– something that he 
                                could not quit.