Harry/Draco drabble

[emmagrant01]

joosetta promised art for drabbles. I hope she meant it, because this is what I wrote. I want a picture of this.

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It was the palm of his hand that did it, really. Harry was fascinated by the curve of his life line, by the way it branched so sharply; by the solid strength of the head line, and the utter lack of a marriage line. All of those lines blurred suddenly, and he blinked.

"Done yet?" Malfoy sighed. He sounded bored.

"No," Harry replied, falsely indignant. He looked closer. "Trelawney said to be thorough."

"Trelawney's full of shit. You could just make this up, you know, and it wouldn't matter."

Harry didn't answer. He stared at Draco's sex line, which was broken in a few places. Harry couldn't remember what that meant.

"Or maybe," Draco cooed, "you just want to hold my hand."

"Shut up," Harry snorted. But he smiled anyway.

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ETA: Art!