Inkbound (гет)

Draco was surprised she had been so interested in his tattoos, but he supposed a swot like Granger probably thought he was an idiot for marking his body like that and had never known anyone as stupid as him before.
It was certainly a surprise when she appeared in his broken greenhouse the next day, just as he was inking another rune to his wrist with his wand.
‘What are you doing here, Granger?’ Draco asked, not unkindly. He turned back to his arm, his wand raised as he carried on with the rune he was tattooing in place. For a moment she didn’t reply, but he waited.
He had time.