c. lamp

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EDITED / JULY 23 '18


Click. Bright.

Click. Dark.

Click. Bright.

Click. Dark.

"Merlin, Malfoy." Harry buried his face in his palms. "Will you stop toying with the lamp? I'm trying to get these papers done for Kingsley."

"No."

Click. Bright.

Click. Dark.

"Malfoy. Turn it on. I can't see."

Click. Bright.

Harry huffed and repositioned the quill again in his hand, "Thank yo-"

Click. Dark.

"For fuck's sake."

Click. Bright.

Malfoy beamed under the shone of the desk lamp's light, "You know, Potter. I think whatever this Muggle object is, it's the only one I appreciate."

"It's called a lamp." Harry pointed out distractedly, flipping between pages. "And great for yo-"

Click. Dark.

"Good luck with the papers, Potter." He grinned. "And I am taking this, what was it called again? Ah, lamp, with me, to my bedroom. Good night." Malfoy said cheerily, leaning over to unplug the slim desk lamp and carrying it back to his bedroom.

Harry gave up with writing the papers. He's just going to make up some excuse about a disturbance that suddenly occurred whilst he was trying to write his report, which caused him a great inability to finish it.

That one disturbance was Draco Malfoy, the git who stole his lamp.

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