Work Text:
An elf runs into him, hiding behind his leg, then Granger rounds the corner chasing after it.
“What do you want with it?”
She holds out a purple lump of wool, “to free her”.
“With a rag?”
“a jumper! I knit it myself”.
“Practice more”, then to the elf, “do you want to be dressed in that rag?”
“Jumper”
“if you think that’s a jumper, stay and take it, if you don’t, you can go.”
The elf takes off.
“See, grang- "
the clothing hits him right in the face, as Granger huffs and stomps away, leaving Draco with the knitting.
