Rest assured, he may very well be questioning exactly what she was writing in the near future, once the ragging of St Mungo's is done and everything else, dealt with.
Perhaps a good five or ten years ago, Draco would have balked at picking up his younger sister, or giving her hugs in public, but at this point in his life - older, hopefully wiser, married with a small child of his own, and relatively settled - a hug was a necessity. He wasn't his father, no matter how one looked at it, and he no longer minded such displays of affection.
"A start. And what kind of suggestions do you have for after that?" He asked with a smirk, taking her hand as they headed out. He easily ignored any glances they were given now, simply leading her out, trunk floating in tow.
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Rest assured, he may very well be questioning exactly what she was writing in the near future, once the ragging of St Mungo's is done and everything else, dealt with.
Perhaps a good five or ten years ago, Draco would have balked at picking up his younger sister, or giving her hugs in public, but at this point in his life - older, hopefully wiser, married with a small child of his own, and relatively settled - a hug was a necessity. He wasn't his father, no matter how one looked at it, and he no longer minded such displays of affection.
"A start. And what kind of suggestions do you have for after that?" He asked with a smirk, taking her hand as they headed out. He easily ignored any glances they were given now, simply leading her out, trunk floating in tow.