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Harry should’ve really been doing her homework.
But this? Raging at a block game that had no significance in her life? This was far more fun.
“No— Oh come on!” Harry raged, barely holding herself back from keysmashing.
<lightningscar09> r u serious rn
<lightningscar09> give me back my loot
Ron’s character — which was several blocks away from her — moved slightly to the left before engaging in the universal peace symbol: crouching and uncrouching. Harry sighed, internally seething as she hacked away at her computer keyboard.
<lightningscar09> YOU BLEW UP MY CHESTS AND PICKED UP HALF MY LOOT
<redheadweasley> Ok wait its a misunderstanding I promise!
<redheadweasley> Come here, I’ll explain thru proximity chat.
Harry sighed again, moving her character closer to Ron’s. As soon as she was within a few blocks' distance, Ron’s voice immediately started coming through her headphones.
“I swear it was a creeper,” he insisted the second the server’s proximity chat permitted Harry to hear his voice. Harry scoffed unamusedly.
“You’re so trash at this game,” Harry said unkindly. “Gimmie back my loot. I need that dark oak.”
“About that…”
“Ron! What is it now?!”
“So there might’ve been two creepers and I might’ve tried to pick up your loot but the second creeper might’ve also blown up like half your dark oak.”
Harry stared at Ron’s unmoving character for a beat before spurring into action, quickly running down to the first floor of her base and opening her few not-blown-up chests.
24 pieces.
“24 measly pieces?! I had at least 4 stacks, you liar!’
“I'm sorry!” Ron whined, his character running away as Harry chased him, an enchanted diamond axe in hand. “You should be blaming the creeper if anything!”
“How am I going to get my oak back? It took me so long to get that! I’m nowhere near a dark oak biome!”
“Just ask someone else on the server!” Ron sputtered. Harry landed a swift crit on Ron’s character. He yelped loudly. “C’mon!”
“Nobody even lives in a dark oak biome because they’re thousands of blocks from spawn!”
“Hey — well, malfoyheir does!”
Harry felt herself freeze in the middle of battering Ron’s poor character, now with her fist. “Malfoyheir? Who the hell is that?”
“Dunno. Friend of a friend of a friend, probably,” Ron said. Harry scoffed.
“Didn’t your brother Charlie make this server? How does he not know everyone on it?”
“Tens of people are on it,” Ron responded dryly, his character now munching on a golden apple. “After a while, people just started inviting their acquaintances and such. So there are a couple of randoms.”
“How do you know they have dark oak?” Harry asked suspiciously.
“According to people on the SMP Discord, they're chronically online and have a mega base,” Ron said through snickers. “Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t heard of them before. Apparently, they have the most stuff on the server. They’re bound to have at least a few stacks of dark oak since they live in a dark oak biome.”
Harry quickly pressed her tab key to see the players online. Lo and behold, along with a few other players, malfoyheir was online. Their skin looked to be an average e-girl skin with blonde hair and grey eyes. Harry resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Great, another chronically online person.
“I’ll PM them then,” Harry murmured, hacking away at her keyboard. “Not forgetting this though!”
“Sorry!” Ron called, his voice getting farther as his character bounded away. Harry rolled her eyes.
You whisper to malfoyheir: hey
You whisper to malfoyheir: i heard you have dark oak and i just lost a lot of mine. care to spare a few stacks?
You whisper to malfoyheir: ill trade for it
As Harry waited for a response, she picked up a few of her items that were still salvageable and started to repair her base. Just as she was about to give up on trading with malfoyheir, she got a response.
malfoyheir whispers to you: What can you offer me?
Harry stared at the message for a few moments before hesitantly typing a response. How does one even respond to that?
You whisper to malfoyheir: idk what do you need
You whisper to malfoyheir: i heard your already stacked idk what i could offer you
malfoyheir whispers to you: Then why are you pming me?
Harry felt a scowl crawl onto her face. Who did this person think they were?
You whisper to malfoyheir: bro
You whisper to malfoyheir: ok i have emeralds?? A few stacks
You whisper to malfoyheir: i have a p good villager trading system
You whisper to malfoyheir: if you need emeralds??
malfoyheir whispers to you: Hm.
malfoyheir whispers to you: Three stacks for one stack of dark oak logs.
Harry’s jaw dropped.
You whisper to malfoyheir: WHAT
You whisper to malfoyheir: ARE YOU DEADASS
You whisper to malfoyheir: THATS SO EXPENSIVE
malfoyheir whispers to you: Good luck getting dark oak when the closest biome to spawn is half cut down.
Harry scowled. Cheeky little shit, she thought, aggressively hacking away at her keyboard to respond.
You whisper to malfoyheir: oml ok fine
You whisper to malfoyheir: im bringing 6 stacks for 2 dark oak stacks
You whisper to malfoyheir: u better not scam me. send me your coords
malfoyheir whispers to you: I’m not going to scam you. You should be thanking me if anything.
malfoyheir whispers to you: -1354 61 1003
Harry didn’t even deign them with a response, opening up her coordinates and sighing when she saw how far their base was.
Time to walk for ages.
—
Draco was getting impatient.
She’d been waiting outside for at least five minutes now. Who did this “lightningscar09” think they were, making Draco wait for so long? Not only were they just plain rude, but they were now also wasting Draco’s time. She was (very reasonably, may she add) getting impatient.
Until finally, the small captions at the corner of her screen informed her of an approaching player. Quickly, as a mild safety measure, she threw on her netherite and equipped her axe. Finally, as she saw lightningscar’s character — a simple skin of a girl with tan skin and dark hair in sweatpants and a hoodie — approaching, she finally heard their voice.
“Dude, why do you live so far from spawn?”
Oh.
That was…not what Draco was expecting.
Their voice was, surprisingly, feminine, but it had a deep timbre that made Draco feel like shivering. Draco shook the feeling away and rolled her eyes.
“None of your business,” Draco responded scathingly, walking away from lightningscar to go toward her base. Lightningscar’s character stopped for a moment before following.
“Huh,” they said quietly. “You sound different than I thought.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Draco shot back immediately, feeling bewildered.
“I dunno, your voice is all high pitched and girly,” lightningscar said in that deep timbre of theirs. Draco rolled her eyes. So they were childish, too.
“That’s an exaggeration,” Draco said. “I just have the average voice of a girl because I happen to be a girl,” she continued obviously. Through her headphones, Draco heard lightningscar scoff in amusement.
“Yeah, it is,” they admitted. “What I mean is, you don’t sound like a basement dweller,” they continued, a hint of cheekiness to their tone. Draco raised an eyebrow.
“Because I’m not,” Draco said plainly as they approached her base. “Maybe you’re speaking from experience though,” Draco continued, feeling an odd pull to keep arguing with this mystery player.
“Oh, so she bites,” lightningscar said softly, their voice playful. Draco couldn’t help but shiver. “Nice to know you aren’t just a stuck up twat.”
“Thanks, asshole,” Draco gritted out, aggressively opening the door to her base. Faintly, she heard lightningscar gasp.
“Dude, what the fuck,” lightningscar said, all the argument gone from their voice. “This is insane!”
Draco smirked. She knew her base was impressive — she’d spent hours on it, and most of her free time when she wasn’t working on homework was dedicated to building it. Not only was it massive, but it was also visually pleasing, too — Draco had a pretty good eye for aesthetics.
“Good, I know,” Draco said cockily, feeling a rush of pleasure at lightningscar’s evident awe with Draco’s base. “No need to tell me.”
“You need a hobby man,” lightningscar bit back, but the awe was still evident in their voice. Draco scoffed.
“Your jealousy is showing,” Draco said softly, laughing quietly to herself as her character ran off toward her chests. She quickly grabbed two stacks of dark oak before running back to lightningscar.
“Here,” she said, dropping the dark oak on the ground. “Now, my emeralds?”
“Be patient, jeez,” lightningscar mumbled. Their character was still for a few moments before six stacks of emeralds dropped on the ground. Draco grinned.
“Pleasure doing business with you, lightningscar,” Draco said tauntingly as her character picked up the items. She heard lightningscar scoff before their next words.
“Whatever you say, brat,” lightningscar said harshly, before their character bounded away, the proximity chat making their voice slowly sound more faraway as their character left.
Draco shivered, unable to help her heart from jumping at the tone of lightningscar’s voice. It was harsh, yes, but also oddly intoxicating. Lightningscar could argue with Draco without backing off or getting too sharp — it was the perfect balance — enough to keep Draco hooked and curious. Who the hell was this?
Draco swallowed thickly as she reflected on the last half hour.
This was not good.
—
Harry was…conflicted.
She’d logged off the server not too long ago, feeling oddly conflicted despite her newly acquired dark oak. She’d expected malfoyheir to be a complete and utter asshole, but she was surprisingly not — just a bratty girl that was surprisingly fun to banter with. Harry, embarrassingly, actually had fun bantering with the other girl, knowing that if she pushed her buttons too much, malfoyheir could take it in stride. Not only that, her voice felt strangely compelling to listen to, despite the harsh words they said. All in all? Harry was enamored.
Harry sighed as she thumbed through the recent notifications on the SMP discord server, mulling over her interactions with malfoyheir. Surely she was on Discord, right? Scrolling through the members list, it wasn’t long before she found malfoyheir’s profile. Curiously, Harry clicked on her profile and was greeted with a profile picture of art that was very obviously of malfoyheir’s Minecraft character.
So she’s an artist, Harry thought. Interesting.
Her bio didn’t say much — just her pronouns and that she liked to play Minecraft in her free time. Harry skimmed over her profile a bit more until her eyes caught on the “add friend” button. Harry froze. She shouldn’t, but…
Well, it couldn’t hurt to push her buttons just a little more, could it?
With a smirk, Harry pressed “add friend” next to malfoyheir’s profile.
This would be interesting.
—
Draco wasn't sure what to think.
On one hand, her interactions with this “lightningscar” hadn't been very pleasant. But despite their harsh banter, there was still something oddly intoxicating about not holding back her tongue and feeling the bite of someone else's.
When Draco decided to play on the SMP today, she certainly didn't expect her usually mild interactions to be so…exciting.
Draco sighed as she finished up the last of her night routine, slipping into bed as she scrolled through her notifications from the past few hours. Her eye caught on a recent Discord notification, and her brow furrowed.
I thought I muted the SMP server for the day, Draco thought in confusion as she swiped up to view the notification. She froze the moment her eyes glossed over the text on her screen.
Pending friend request from lightningscar09.
The audacity, Draco thought with a scowl. After a few moments of hesitation, she swiped to accept it and sent lightingscar a simple middle finger emoji. That would certainly convey her negative feelings — after all, lightingscar didn't need to know about Draco’s odd intoxication with them.
<lightningscar09> wow so mean
<malfoyheir> Mean? I think it’s justified.
<malfoyheir> You had the audacity to send a friend request after our interactions today.
<lightingscar09> is that so?
<lightingscar09> u should be thankful if anything
<lightingscar09> that I'm being so kind
<lightingscar09> especially after you've been such a brat
Draco almost choked on her own spit at the last word. Brat. It wasn't the first time someone had used that word to describe her — lightningscar had done it less than a few hours ago — in fact, she often felt insulted whenever someone called her that. But now? It felt different — oddly sensual, and Draco couldn't stop her mind from replaying it. Brat. Would lightingscar say it harshly, too, in that low timbre of their voice as they did before?
Draco felt her face explode in heat. No! I shouldn’t be thinking this, she thought, scowling as she hacked away at her phone keyboard.
<malfoyheir> Me? A Brat? Don’t be ridiculous.
<lightningscar09> not ridiculous, just facts
<lightningscar09> hogging all the dark oak when you probably have tens of stacks 🙄
Draco scowled.
<malfoyheir> How would you know if I had tens of stacks?
<lightningscar09> you’re literally chronically online bro it’s highkey obvious 😭
<lightningscar09> u prob live in ur moms basement
<malfoyheir> Untrue. I’m in college, like the majority of the SMP members. You must be describing yourself. 🖕
<lightningscar09> im in collage too dumbass
<malfoyheir> Calling me the dumbass when you’re spelling college as “collage”?
<lightningscar09> alr fuck off langyage police
Draco grinned at their message. It was almost funny how easy it was to get on lightningscar’s nerves.
<lightningscar09> i bet you wouldnt be this cocky in person
<lightningscar09> i could prolly kick your short ass
Draco felt herself flush. She wasn’t that short, thankyouverymuch!
<malfoyheir> You’re just reaching now.
<malfoyheir> I’m incredibly charismatic and beautiful in real life.
<lightningscar09> oh yeah and im the queen of england
Draco scowled.
<malfoyheir> Hmph. You’re talking shit but not saying anything to back it up.
<malfoyheir> Who’s to say you wouldn’t be this annoying in person?
<lightningscar09> idk prolly the fact that i have a life and am not chronically online on an SMP hehe 😁
Draco huffed at her phone, feeling her temper steadily rise. She should really just stop talking to them — turn off her phone and forget anything happened — but there was something so pulling about arguing with them.
<malfoyheir> Enjoying a game frequently doesn’t negate my charismatic and beautiful qualities in real life.
<lightningscar09> uh huhhhhh
<lightingscar09> why don’t you prove it then
Some of Draco’s anger faded away, giving way to shock. Was lightningscar asking Draco to send a photo of herself? Draco hastily typed a reply.
<malfoyheir> Are you asking me to send a photo of myself
<lightningscar09> maybe i am
<malfoyheir> Are we forgetting the first rule of internet safety?
<lightningscar09> lmaooo
<lightningscar09> good point, but also im not completely random
<lightningscar09> to even be on Charlie’s SMP you have to be vaguely connected to him
Draco hummed in consideration. It was a good point — there wasn’t really a risk in sending lightningscar a photo of herself. Plus, she knew she was beautiful — maybe it’d get them to shut up. But Draco couldn’t help but taunt them a bit more.
<malfoyheir> Desperate to get a look at me?
<lightningscar09> you wish, brat
Draco’s stomach swooped at the name before she could help herself. She scowled at the screen. Fine. If lightningscar wanted to know what she looked like that badly, she could oblige. She quickly scrolled through her photos before finding a sufficient selfie she had taken a couple of weeks ago. It was in one of the cafés near her University. She was wearing a simple cream-colored V-neck autumn sweater, her neck adorned with a few gold chains, and her hair falling down her shoulders in choppy, platinum-blonde waves. Her lips were curled into a slight smirk, and her hand was in a simple peace sign, a few rings littering her fingers, and her nails were accessorized with almond-tip cherry red press-ons.
It was perfect.
<malfoyheir> Whatever, loser. Prepare to be rendered speechless.
[1 photo attached]
Draco stared at their DMs, heart pounding in anticipation. She watched as the “lightningscar09 is typing…” icon emerged for a few moments, then disappeared. Draco could feel her excitement thrumming under her skin — what was lightningscar going to say next?
<lightningscar09> damn
<lightningscar09> u lowkey werent lying lmao
<lightningcscar09> still a brat though
Draco felt her heart race in pride. Her heart still thrumming in anticipation, she typed out a response.
<malfoyheir> Sounds like someone’s admitting I’m beautiful.
<lightningscar09> lmao who am i to deny the truth
<lightningscar09> yknow what else is the truth tho
<malfoyheir> the fact that ur bratty asf, draco
Draco felt herself freeze. How did they know her name?
<malfoyheir> What? How do you know my name?
<lightningscar09> bro its in the photo 😭
<lightningscar09> on ur coffee or whatever, i can see the order name
<malfoyheir> Oh. Looking that close, are you?
Draco felt her heart sing in triumph as she watched the typing icon emerge and reemerge continuously. Clearly, she’d rendered them speechless yet again. Before she could celebrate further, they replied.
<lightningscar09> maybe i am
<lightningscar09> ur quite the sight lmao
Draco felt her cheeks heat up. How was she supposed to respond now?
<malfoyheir> I know.
<malfoyheir> Now that I’ve proven myself, why don’t you?
<lightningscar09> ?? what do u want me to do
<malfoyheir> I don’t know. But it’s a little uneven that you know how I look and what my name is.
<lightningscar09> hm good point
<lightningscar09> ok fine, my name is harry
<malfoyheir> Harry? Are you a guy?
<lightningscar09> no LOL, but i get that a lot
<lightningscar09> i thought you knew i was a girl tho, you heard my voice
<malfoyheir> Idiot. Having a feminine voice doesn’t automatically mean you’re a girl.
<lightningscar09> touché
Harry. It was an interesting name, Draco supposed. But she still wasn’t satisfied.
<malfoyheir> Anything else you care to share?
<lightningscar09> u asking for a pic of me?
<malfoyheir> What do you think, idiot?
<lightningscar09> hmph
<lightningscar09> fine
<lightningscar09> ur turn to be rendered speechless then
<malfoyheir> You wish.
Draco felt her heart race in excitement. She would finally get to see what she looked like — and it wasn’t long before Harry’s next message came through.
<lightningscar09> here i am ;)
[1 photo attached]
Draco could do nothing but stare with her jaw dropped.
Harry was gorgeous. There was no other way to put it. The photo was a relatively simple mirror photo of Harry in a black tank top, showing off her torso as she braced a hand on the counter in the photo. Draco could finally see where the name lightning scar came from — Harry’s tan skin was littered with several scars throughout her upper arms, but a large, lightning-shaped scar on her forehead cut through her right eyebrow, just barely missing her viridescent green pupil. Her plump pink lips were shiny and curled into a small smile. Her hair — which was layered in what looked like a wolfcut — was in messy black curls that tumbled down her shoulders. Her deep green eyes were piercing, and her hands — which were adorned with several silver rings — made Draco want to stare at them forever. And worst of all? Harry’s dark tank top — which left little to the imagination — was pulled taut against her skin, showing off her chest.
Fuck. She was hot.
<malfoyheir> Oh.
<malfoyheir> Well then.
<malfoyheir> I suppose you weren’t lying either.
<lightningscar09> LMAOO
<lightningscar09> look whos speechless now hehe
Draco flushed even more. Was she that obvious, even through a screen?
<malfoyheir> Shut up. You were first. Clearly, you’re more enamored with me than I am with you.
<lightningscar09> so you’re admitting you’re slightly enamored with me at the least
<malfoyheir> In your dreams.
<lightningscar09> ok prove u arent
<malfoyheir> Prove it? How am I supposed to do that???
<lightningscar09> send a pic of urself rn
<lightningscar09> if u look neutral
<lightningscar09> then that’s proof enough
Harry wanted Draco to send a photo of herself now? A rush of uncertainty flowed through Draco.
<malfoyheir> Hm.
<lightningscar09> ill back off
<lightningscar09> if u want
<lightningscar09> but im just sayingggg
Draco scoffed, her uncertainty instantly dissolving. She didn’t back down from a challenge. Opening her camera from Discord, she angled it toward herself and snapped a quick photo. But when Draco looked to check it, she flushed even more. Her eyes were avoidant from the camera, her lips in a shaky scowl, and it was so obvious she was blushing, it was plain embarrassing. As she reached to delete the photo from the message queue, her heart dropped.
She accidentally sent the stupid photo. Fuck. Instantly, she started typing for damage control.
<malfoyheir> Ugh. I didn’t mean to send that.
<malfoyheir> The lightning makes my cheeks look pink. Nothing else.
It was a few heart-stopping moments before Harry responded.
<lightningscar09> wow ur cute lmao
<lightningscar09> ur so obviously blushing
<lightningscar09> makes me wanna put you in your place
Draco’s heart swooped. Before she could help herself, her mind started to run with fantasies of just that — Harry putting her in her place. Pinning her wrists down and telling Draco in that low timbre how much of a brat she was. Draco felt her mouth water and a rush of heat pool between her lips.
<malfoyheir> Wow
<malfoyheir> That’s forward of you.
<lightningscar09> is it?
<lightningscar09> couldnt help myself then
<lightningscar09> ur a sight, draco
Draco swallowed thickly at Harry’s use of her real name. This conversation was getting into dangerous territory, but the only thing Draco wanted to do was push even further.
<malfoyheir> Hm, is that so?
<malfoyheir> You’re so cocky and forward online.
<malfoyheir> I bet that changes in person.
<lightningscar09> oh?
<lightningscar09> big claims coming from u but i can guarantee you nothing would change in person
<malfoyheir> Prove it.
<lightningscar09> prove it??? how tf am i supposed to do that
<malfoyheir> Figure it out, if you’re so determined.
<lightningscar09> fine
<lightningscar09> whatever u want, princess
Draco’s eyes widened at the nickname. What was it with Harry and somehow knowing all the nicknames that get to Draco?
<lightningscar09> [1 voice message]
Draco blinked. A voice message? She hadn’t thought about that when telling Harry to prove it — she was mostly trying to wind the other girl up. Hesitantly, she clicked play.
“...Since you wanted to hear me so badly, here it is. Maybe I can’t say it to you in person, but I’ll tell you it in my voice, you little brat. I wanna put your in you place. There, I said it. That good enough for you, Draco, or are you demanding more?”
Draco’s jaw dropped as Harry’s voice played through her headphones. Her stomach swooped, and a rush of heat pooled between her hips at the sensual words Harry was saying.
This was so stupid. Draco couldn’t do anything. It would be plain weird if she asked for more or even addressed her arousal. She should go to sleep and move on.
But since when has Draco been reasonable in any way?
Cursing to herself, Draco flopped back onto her bed, leaving her phone next to her pillow as she reached under the elastic belt of her sweatpants. She moaned softly as she slowly rubbed her fingers against her clit, imagining that they were Harry’s. This is so embarrassing…
She reached for her phone with her free hand, clumsily clicking to replay the voice message. The low timbre of Harry’s voice echoed in her ears, sending a new wave of arousal between her hips. Before she could help herself, Draco briefly glanced at the new plethora of messages under the voice message.
<lightningscar09> hmmm no response
<lightningscar09> thats interesting
<lightningscar09> wonder what you could be doing
<lightningscar09> but also since you were so adamant on us being even, why dont you send a voice message too?
Shit. Draco swallowed thickly, staring at the messages as her eyes watered slightly from arousal. She’d barely even started touching herself, but she was almost certain Harry would be able to tell if she heard her voice. Clumsily, and very slowly with her only free hand, Draco responded.
<malfoyheir> What do you need to hearr
<lightningscar09> oh this is interesting
<lightningscar09> what happened to miss perfect grammar
Draco’s face burned. Harry, at the very least had the slightest idea as to what Draco was doing.
<malfoyheir> Answer my question,.
<lightningscar09> hmmm
<lightningscar09> whatever i want?
<lightningscar09> why dont u tell me how much of a brat you are
Fuck it. Draco’s last sense of decorum was thrown out the window. Clumsily, Draco pressed the voice message icon.
“I’m…a brat,” Draco murmured, her voice coming out breathy and high-pitched. It was so obvious, Draco couldn’t listen to her voice and just sent the damn recording. It wasn’t long before Harry responded.
<lightningscar09> fuck
<lightningscar09> ur voice is so pretty fuck
<lightningscar09> god
Draco’s fingers quickened against her clit, and she moaned loudly, unable to help the scenarios that flooded her mind of Harry. She imagined Harry pressing her wrists against her bed and teasing her, calling her a brat and degrading her until she was a whining mess. She imagined her fingers were Harry’s, moving quickly against her clit and stretching her out unforgivingly until tears were running down her cheeks.
Would Harry tease her and edge her? Draco wanted to find out.
“Fuck…Harry…fuck, oh fuck,” Draco breathed out, her heart racing in pleasure. A part of her wanted Harry to see her and see what a mess she was for her. She wanted Harry to pin her down and ravish her, and tell her how much of a pathetic brat she was—
Draco’s voice cut off as pleasure coursed through her, her legs trembling from the overwhelming feeling of her finish. She panted softly as her mind slowed down, all the scenarios of her and Harry that she’d previously conjured slowly fading away. She swallowed as she lay in the sensitive aftershocks of her orgasm, the embarrassing reality settling in. She’d just touched herself to Harry’s voice. Before she could mourn over her embarrassment, she glanced at her phone and realized she hadn’t actually responded to Harry. Quickly dashing to her bathroom to wash her hands, she immediately tacked a response the second she reached for her phone again.
<malfoyheir> You’re so dumb.
<lightningscar09> heh
<lightningscar09> care to explain where you went
<malfoyheir> Oh shut it. Like you weren’t doing the same thing.
<lightningscar09> dunno what you’re talking about, love
Draco’s cheeks burned. Love. That was a new one.
<lightningscar09> maybe next time you should just give me the dark oak hm?
<malfoyheir> Oh? But then none of this would have happened.
<lightningscar09> shittt ur right
<lightningscar09> id be down one amazing orgasm
<malfoyheir> WHAT.
<lightningscar09> hey, you asked
Draco sighed, a smile playing on her lips despite her utter embarrassment at literally masturbating to someone’s voice. She had a feeling that next time Harry was online, she would most certainly get teased.
<malfoyheir> Whatever, I’m sleeping now.
<lightningscar09> hehehe
<lightningscar09> gn then <3
Draco huffed softly at Harry’s message. Despite Harry being a piece of work, she really didn’t mind the other girl.
After all, Harry really knew how to put Draco in her place.