#bounding-heart

“A skilled legilimens can plant visions in your mind that can drive you to madness.”

In this picture, I imagined Snape snapping and giving in to the vengefulness and pain to punish Harry for crimes of James once and for all. For this, he tries to swap their consciousness - planting his own painful memories into Harry’s mind to make Harry believe Snape’s past is his own and he is actually Snape himself. In  return, Snape gets Harry’s memories which he considers “happy” but they are not happy at all, of course. Harry never knew that one day he will desperately defend the life he led, no matter how painful it was and no matter how many times he said he hated it. And that he will succeed!

This is one of the commissions for @bounding-heart. Someone tell them I started posting their commissions!

Ocean of Storms

Bounding-Heart (Brief_and_Dreamy) @bounding-heart

Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Astoria Greengrass, Theodore Nott, Minerva McGonagall, Portrait Severus Snape, Colin Creevey, Neville Longbottom, Antonin Dolohov, Hannah Abbott, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Andromeda Black Tonks, Teddy Lupin, Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, Malcolm Baddock, Moaning Myrtle, Rita Skeeter, Millicent Bulstrode Additional Tags: Eventual Romance, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fights, Snogging, Un-negotiated D/s, Very mild d/s, Rebuilding Hogwarts, Post-War, Romance, Slow Burn, Pining, Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Angst and Feels, Friendship, Magical Theory, Peril, Minor Violence, Falling In Love, Love/Hate, First Time, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Summary: The war is over and Harry has returned to help rebuild Hogwarts. He longs to move forwards, but the past refuses to let him go. The castle is full of ghosts: haunting nightmares, the deaths he couldn't prevent, and the age-old rivalry that Draco Malfoy seems determined to maintain.

Excerpt:

His mind stayed empty but for an unspecific sense of panic and loneliness as he made his way back to the Slytherin common room. Bits of the dream kept flashing through his mind, but it wasn't as intense as it had been before. As he neared the entrance to Slytherin, he paused and leant back against the wall. The cold of the stone seeped through his jumper and coated his skin. He took several deep, shaky breaths, trying to calm down, trying to get back to normal. Maybe that was the problem. Normal wasn't calm, normal was a state of continuous underlying unease.

He straightened up when the door opened, and then froze.

Malfoy did the same.

Harry couldn't name what passed between them as they stared at each other. A rush of adrenaline sent his heart thumping. He looked at the door to the common room, thinking he could push Malfoy out of the way and flee to safety without it looking like he was doing so.

As if he could read Harry's train of thought, Malfoy pushed the door closed behind him. He peered past Harry, checking the corridor. Harry followed his gaze, hoping, but no. They were completely alone.

Malfoy got a determined look and moved towards Harry.

Harry shrunk back against the wall. 'Stay away. I told you to stay away.'

'Make me,' said Malfoy, and gave Harry a look that sent heat rushing across his skin.

'I'll hit you,' said Harry. 'I'll break your fucking nose like you broke mine.'

Malfoy gave a mean little laugh, then snake-like he struck out and grabbed Harry's collar. He twisted the material in his fist, and tugged. Harry stumbled forwards and something went soft and needy inside him. He hated it. He didn't do anything to stop it.

Malfoy's eyes glittered. 'Come on, Potter.' He dragged Harry to the other side of the corridor and kicked open a door Harry had never noticed before. He yanked Harry inside and closed them in together in the dark.

'Lumos.' The cupboard filled with light, centring on Malfoy's face. He pressed his wand against the wall, whispered a spell, and it stuck there, filling the cupboard with a soft glow.

Irritably, Harry wrenched himself free. Malfoy was looking at him like… Harry had seen Ron look at steak and kidney pie like that. And he didn't understand what it did to him. That hungry gaze. It made him want to hide. It made him want to strike out. It made him dizzy and breathless.

There was nowhere he could hide. He didn't know what to do about the breathless feeling. So he tried to hit Malfoy–a weak, half-hearted punch. Malfoy intercepted it by grabbing his wrist, then forced his arm against the wall above his head. He pressed in close, his breath warm on Harry face.

If Harry struggled, he'd rub against Malfoy. It would just happen. He twisted his hips–just a little, to see what it would be like–and Malfoy grabbed his other wrist and pinned it above his head as well.

Malfoy wasn't much taller than Harry, but he was strong. Harry would have to really struggle to get free. 'Get off me,' he said, voice shaky.

'You don’t want me to,' said Malfoy.

'Don't tell me what I want. Get off me. I want you to get off me.'

'Is that part of it?' asked Malfoy, eating Harry's face with his eyes. 'Pretending I'm forcing you?'

'Part of what?' There. He'd got some bite back in his voice.

'This.' Malfoy slid his hand down Harry's arm, down his chest, his stomach, and then grabbed where Harry was hot and hard.

Harry cried out, and then he did struggle, bucking and shoving against Malfoy, trying to pull himself free.

Malfoy forced him still again by pressing him tight against the wall. 'Merlin,' he said, breathless. 'Fuck, Potter. You're…' He released Harry's wrists and starting fumbling with Harry's trousers. 'Let me touch you.'

Arms finally free, Harry shoved him away. Malfoy tripped backwards, knocking over a stack of pails. An old broom clattered to the floor.

'Imbecile,' Malfoy snapped.

Harry looked at the closed door of the cupboard. He flexed his fingers. He didn't otherwise move.

'What are you going to do?' Malfoy took a step back towards him. 'Run? Or not?'

Harry glared, trying to incinerate Malfoy with the force of his gaze. That would solve all his problems. It didn't work. He wanted Malfoy's body against his again.

'Run or stay.' Malfoy lifted his hands. 'Go if you like. I'm not stopping you.'

Harry didn't think he could walk at the moment, much less run. He ground his teeth.

'So.' Malfoy's voice cracked. 'You're staying?'

Without meeting his eyes, Harry nodded. Once.

Malfoy lit up, bright as his Lumos charm. 'Good.'

With no idea what was coming next, Harry lifted his chin and met his gaze.

Malfoy made a gleeful sound, then flung Harry back against the wall hard enough to make his head snap.

'Oi!' It wasn't too late for Harry to leave, but then Malfoy was unbuckling Harry's belt, and undoing his fly, just like that, and all he could do was watch like a rabbit in headlights.

*Christopher Jackson voice* I guess history does have its eyes on me 😳

Thanks lovely!

📝 favourite quote: I’m struggling off the top of my head so I’m going to go with my favourite one as a kid which was ‘to the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world’

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