draco outstretched his arm out to you, his arm now laying on the desk, calling out to you. the bare skin of his arm just looked so empty, and in which, he seemed to have noticed also. a hint of curiosity in his eyes that were now on you.

he had noticed how you would always make a habit out of drawing on yourself during classes, maybe a sign of boredom, or nervousness, he didn’t know. but he didn’t mind it, actually, he liked seeing the cute little doodles you’d draw on yourself. and he just so happened to hope that you would maybe do the same to his arm.

he never talked to you much, he didn’t see a reason to. you were just another ‘weirdo’ that would look up to him if he asked as he saw it, he never payed much mind to you. you never caused trouble with him, so he didn’t see a problem, he liked the fact you knew to stay in your place.

“draw your weird little fantasy creatures on me, my arm is looking a bit bare, don’t you think?”