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He steps into the hallway and Ron follows him, shutting the door behind them.

"First," Ron says, blocking Harry's path down the hall, "you are going to tell me exactly what's going on between you and Malfoy."

"There's nothing going on," Harry says uncomfortably. It feels true enough; maybe the potential for something had existed, however briefly, but whatever might have been there had been rather decisively and painfully cut off before Harry could even fully understand what it was.

"There is totally, obviously, something going on. I know you've always been weird about Malfoy, but it's something different now. I saw the way he looked at you; the way you looked at him."

"Fine. We kissed. It's nothing, it didn't lead to anything else."

"You kissed Draco Malfoy?"

Harry has already pushed past him and started walking down the hallway, but Ron is quickly back at his side.

"Was it good, at least? He must be good, if you're still all starry-eyed over it."

It was good, Harry thinks, lost for a moment in the recollection of it, and he knows Ron has caught the day-dream look that answers his question. It was amazing, until suddenly it wasn't; Harry forces himself to set the memory aside as he rounds on Ron. "You can't tell anyone."

"No worries," says Ron, rolling his eyes. "Snog whoever you like. Just— be careful, that's all. Malfoy's always been the one to get you in trouble."

He has only a moment after landing to appreciate the old-world charm of the timbered cabin before the glowering figure comes bursting out of the paddock, a shock wave of anger spreading a ripple across the tall grass even before he approaches, and Draco steels himself; he's ten years too late, though the first two, at least, were not his fault.

"Of all the stupid, insane, reckless moves, Malfoy! You knew there would be dragons here."

Goldfish In Sunlight

Chapter 18 [Snippet]

Harry pauses, pensive, for a minute. "You know, I was thinking you should learn sign language."

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why? Because I want to be able to talk to you. Because I want you to be able to talk to me when you need to. Because I see you get frustrated sometimes and I feel like there's nothing I can do."

"It's— " he struggles against the barrier that's been lurking inside him all evening, but forces himself to push past it, heart beating hard, to prove he can do this. "It's not all the time."

"No, I know. But there's also times when I feel like you're pushing yourself to talk to me even when it's hard." He moves his hand back down to the spot just under Draco's collarbone. "I feel it; I feel the panic. And I don't want you to have to fight through that to talk to me."

"There's no point." says Draco stiffly. "It won't be like this forever."

It won't. He's sure of it.

Harry's mouth is pursed with a tactful expression of doubt.

"It won't be." The prickling behind his eyes returns in force, painful behind the swollen lids that have no more tears to give.

Trust Fall by the_invisibility_bloke

This is incredibly written from the perspective of Draco’s stream of consciousness, beautifully detailed and evocative. The first chapter starts the timer, and will leave you anxious for more.

Summary:

Harry has twenty-four hours to live. Draco’s the only one who can save him.​ Tale as old as time.

Excerpt:

Harry puts his hand over Draco's wrist. "I don't want you to— " He trails off and tries again, "Don't do this any more."

"It seems to me we've already been over this," Draco says, though it lacks bite.

It lacks, in fact, any emotion at all, and somehow this is worse than the previous anger. You don't know anything about it, Draco had said. It was entirely true, he realizes now. He feels slightly sick with the thought of what he didn't know.

And, maybe, what he still doesn't.

"I know," he says, "I remember. But I understand a little more now. And I'm not saying you have to stop. Just— give me a chance."

"Right, because Potter, the saviour, hero of the wizarding world, has one more person to rescue before— "

"Draco, stop. Don't be like that— don't call me that. It's not about being a hero. It's about being your friend."

Draco drops silent again. He appears to be watching with captivated interest as the moth's wings smooth themselves to translucent white.

I took this picture in a rediscovered underground alchemy lab in Prague, which was one of the main inspirations for the plot of my Drarry fic!

Among the Ruins

Chapter 13 Posted April 28, 2025.

Excerpt: As the sun rose higher over the ruins of Hogwarts, simultaneously shrinking the shadows of the roses behind Malfoy manor, Draco withdrew from the garden window just as his father burst through the door. He had been hoping to slip away unnoticed—it would surely be only a matter of hours until the aurors arrived. Instead, Lucius had grabbed his arm with painful urgency and steered him roughly toward the library; with a sweep of his hand, he indicated the multitude of scrolls and manuscripts laid out on the long oak table and the fireplace just beyond, and whispered harshly, Burn the books.

Summary: Draco Malfoy has returned to Hogwarts oddly quiet. Witness to the chaotic last days at Malfoy manor, but unable to confide in anyone, he's found other ways to let out the pain still circulating inside him. Harry Potter has also returned for his final year, dismayed to find that in the aftermath of the battle, the castle is not only damaged, but continuing to decay. And naturally, he's determined to find out what Draco Malfoy is hiding.