Friday 12 June 2009 photo 2/2
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Friday 12 June 2009 photo 2/2
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m, hi,” I say at last, trying not to wince at how childish my voice sounds. Everyone just stares.
“I’m the newspaper correspondent…”
Malfoy raises a delicate eyebrow and stands slowly, lazily. Is he really moving in slow motion or is it just me?
“Weasley,” he says tersely, as he approaches me. Despite the delicacy of his features, Draco Malfoy's voice is a deliciously deep baritone.
He walks up to me with all the grace of a puma, and for one fleeting moment I fancy myself about to get welcomed into his club by the man himself.
Benvenuti, as I recall, is the Italian word used in such cases.
Malfoy leans into me, and I catch a whiff of his personal scent.
Vanilla and boy. Yum…
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes.
He leans into me. “We don’t have all day,” he says, instead of ‘benvenuti’.
Big fucking surprise.