Harry Potter needs a hug. And he gets it. He gets all the hugs. And kisses. And then it gets complicated.
Hogwarts era Harry-is-a-Slytherin friends-to-lovers teeth-rotting Drarry sweetness with a possibility of hurt/comfort in future chapters. It’s a WIP, but with standalone chapters, like oneshots in a series, so enter with no fear of cliffhangers! It begins at the end of 3rd year.
The hands of the grandfather clock on the other end of the deserted common room hadn’t moved since the last time Draco checked, though he could swear it had been minutes. He itched to go out. It was the final Saturday of the term, and the weather was perfect for a broomstick race over the lake. Its murky waters sloshed placidly behind the windows, allowing the occasional ray of sunlight to peek through at the top of the arches. At low tide like this, one could fly into the caverns, keeping the head down while grazing the water with the tail twigs, and after a few minutes in darkness, make out the lapis glow of the magical algae.
Literally no one in their right mind was still inside. But he had promised to wait for Harry.
Continue reading Any time, PotterBut Draco cherished the obsession, even when it hurt. It had grown up with him, from childhood stories and toys to starstruck infatuation as he’d awaited meeting his hero at Hogwarts. It had been cut at the root by Potter’s rejection, but it hadn’t died; though twisted beyond recognition, it lived, and thrived, and at last it bloomed, together with Draco, into something sexual, dark and ravenous.
A darkish 4th year Harry Potter story where Draco obsesses over Harry and eventually gets a bit more friction than he bargained for.
Where Vince finds out the hard way.
Friday, December 18, 1994 (three weeks later)
Half of the group had already gone through the serpent door when Draco realized he’d forgotten the fifth year Runes textbook he was supposed to return to Marcus Belby. It had to be tonight: Belby was among the few students going home for Christmas this year, and Draco had better things to do than try and hunt him down tomorrow morning before the train departed.
“I have to go back to the dorm to pick something up,” he told Pansy and pecked her cheek. “You go on without me. I’ll see you there.”
“Alright.” She pecked him back. Then, as he turned around, she slapped his bum. He laughed and gave her a wink before starting down the stairs. But once safely out of sight, he dropped the mask of cheer.
Continue reading EpilogueIn which Draco is presented with an ultimatum.
Sunday, November 29, 1994
Draco twitched with anxiety as he stood before Professor Snape’s office, gathering the courage to knock. The calming draught he had been given upon waking in the Hospital wing, frightened and disoriented, in the middle of the night, had long worn off. Madam Pomfrey hadn’t questioned him, nor made any comments on the state he had been in when brought to her. By Potter, it turned out. Who hadn’t only stayed by Draco’s side when he’d collapsed but had apparently taken the responsibility for their fight too.
With great effort, Draco pushed aside all thoughts about that. He had to keep his wits about him. The bubo was gone. In its place, only a tender pink patch remained. Draco didn’t feel any different. The magic of it hadn’t had time to work, like Vince thought, or hadn’t worked on Draco to begin with, like Draco thought. Either way, if there was any chance to keep it all secret, he had to cling to it. Both for Vince’s sake and his own. There was no telling what Father would do if Draco’s stupidity were to result in another Auror raid of the Manor. Or worse, if he learned why Draco had taken the potion in the first place.
Salazar, guide me.
He knocked.
Continue reading Snape’s GraceSaturday, November 28, 1994
Harry sat shivering on a rickety chair in the Hospital wing. About six feet from him, behind a wall of portable screens, lay Draco Malfoy, out cold and for all Harry knew, dying.
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