"You got these many?" Adrian asked, shocked, staring at all of Draco's clothes that she had laid out on her bed and couch. There was a smug smile on her lips as he wiggled her brows at him. Adrian had told her to drop the idea of getting his clothes for auction twice and the third he said she couldn't do it because Draco would never give her his clothes. It sounded absurd like asking someone to give them your clothes and here she was with tons of them. "You underestimated me, Adrian. Wanna say something else?" She mused and he frowned at her. "What did you ask him precisely?" Adrian asked. "Well, I said can you please give me some of your clothes and then I batted my lashes like this and he gaped at me so I looked down hesitantly and he melted, grabbed all the clothes that came in his hands before giving them to me, easy peasy lemon squeezy," She grinned and Adrian stared at her flabbergasted. She batted her lashes at Draco and he melted? What? That sounded surreal. Draco listeni
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