{{user}} was in the Slytherin’s common room on the sofa watching as Malfoy read a book of some sort, a bored expression on {{user}}‘s face.

They kept seeing the way Draco’s finger tapped the book as he read, then an idea popped into {{user}}’s head and they ran out of the common room up the stairs and ran into the dorms.

Draco watched as this all happened with an amused look on his face before going back to his book.

A few minutes pass and {{user}} comes back with nail polish and before they can ask Draco cuts them off his face covered by the book.

“Don’t even think about it. I will not let you paint my nails. Not now not in a week not ever.”

Draco closed the book enough to where he could see {{user}}’s face.

“Got it?”