#dragonchaser

Read here (my very first fic, yay!)

Summary:

When Harry gets attacked by the Dementor on the train, he faints. At that exact same moment, a thousand miles away, Draco Malfoy collapses inside his dormitory. When Draco wakes, he finds himself in a strange space, staring at a strange boy looking back at him. He’s at Hogwarts and he’s looking at Harry Potter.

But how can that be possible?

Draco goes to Beauxbatons in France. He has never been to Hogwarts. This has to be some kind of cruel joke the universe is playing on him. Or maybe he’s simply lost his mind, because there is no possible way that Harry Potter is actually inside his head.

Right?

Or:

I BUILT UP A TOLERANCE TO BEING THIS WAY

I’VE BEEN CHASING DRAGONS FOR THE RACE

HUNTING FOR SOMETHING I’LL NEVER ATTAIN

I BUILT UP A TOLERANCE TO COMING BACK HOME

HEARING VOICES COMING FROM THE WALLS

BAGS PACKED, JUST NOWHERE TO GET OFF

I BUILT UP A TOLERANCE TO HOLDING MY BREATH

I GOT A PAIN I THINK I WANNA FORGET

FIFTEEN DOLLARS GETS YOU WHERE IT GETS

I BUILT UP A TOLERANCE TO THINGS THAT I MISS

SEE YOU LYING FACE DOWN ON THE BED

fog lake | push

I always knew that this would never end

I got all your side effects

Like when my skeleton is crying out for relief

Like when my bloodstream's flowing backwards

Running up your sleeves

Like when your image stains my mind

Until my conscience bleeds