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Hi there! This is an outtake from my Drarry fanfic, Vera Verto, on AO3. It would mean a lot if you dropped by to check it out! 

Enjoy! :) 

I lead Draco up the changing staircases to the empty classroom near the library. I closed the door behind us, watching as he took in the room.

“You’ve brought me to an empty classroom. Spectacular.” Draco said sarcastically.

I sighed and shook my head, smiling at the smirk which had spread across his face.

“Not empty.” I said, pointing to the mirror and walking over to it.

“Oh, even better. A mysterious white sheet.” He retorted.

I rolled my eyes, knotting the sheet in my hands and yanking down. It fell to the ground, a small could of dust puffing up from the disturbance. As soon as the sheet hit the floor, Draco laughed.

“What?” I asked, shocked at his reaction.

His head was tilted back, his eyes were scrunched up as he laughed.

He stepped forward, touching his face. “Tricky little thing, isn’t it? Even changed my clothes.” His delicate fingers ran up the sides of the mirror, touching the words engraved in the sides. “What’s this gibberish?” He asked, confusion in his voice.

He glanced in the mirror again, letting out another laugh. He turned to the side, running his fingers through his hair.

I looked at the mirror. All I saw was us, just like normal.

“What is this? An aging mirror or something?” He said, tugging on his sleeve.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“I mean how does it do that? It changed my clothes and everything. Look at that ghastly sweater I’m wearing.” He said, pointing to his reflection.

I frowned, looking in the mirror. “I don’t see anything, it’s just us.”

“Well yeah it’s us, but we’re about ninety years old aren’t we?” He said, looking at me, confused.

I could feel my heartbeat in my fingertips. I realized what was happening. I saw reality in the mirror because I have everything I want. I have a home here at Hogwarts, which will be my home while I work here. I have a family. Ron’s family, Hermione, and now Draco.

Draco has everything he wants materially, he sees us aged because that’s what he desires.

He put his hand on the top of my head, playing with my hair as he watched the reflection. “This is bloody brilliant. Why haven’t I seen this before?” His grey eyes met mine in the mirror. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked, dropping his hand from my hair and turning to look at me.

My mouth was dry. All I could do was stare at him. How could I tell him what this mirror really did?

I cleared my throat. “Um..” I said, blushing furiously. I looked at the mirror, reading the text on the outside. Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. “The.. the inscription.. it says um.. "I show not your face but your heart's desire.”" I said hesitantly, hoping he would understand.

“What? So my heart’s desire is to wind up a craggy old man?” Draco said, amused.

“Not.. exactly.” I said. “Um.. stay there.”

I stepped out of the view of the mirror, standing next to it. Draco watched me for a moment, but then his eyes moved to the mirror. He jumped to the side, looking next to him. “What the-” He said, stepping out of view of the mirror. He looked at me, shocked. I stood there silently, letting him figure it out. He slowly approached the mirror, standing motionless when he got about three feet away.

“H-how are you doing that?” He asked, looking at me.

“I’m not doing anything, Draco. It’s you.”

Draco scratched the back of his neck, his eyebrows pulled together in confusion as his grey eyes flicked over the inscription, then landed back on the reflection. 

“But then why are you next-?” He started, cutting off suddenly. 

Draco’s hand dropped down to his side, his forehead smoothing out in realization. He blinked twice, and then looked at me, his lips slightly parted.

I could hear my pulse, and I was sure Draco could hear it too. My chest felt as if it were about to rip open. The next few seconds felt like slow motion.

In two strides, Draco had me pressed against the wall, one arm around my waist, the other on my hip, pushing me backwards. He kissed me roughly as I knotted my fingers into his hair. I slid my hand down his back, pulling him toward me as the taste of his soft lips entranced me.

I tugged down on his hair, making him gasp softly. He pulled me forward with my tie, the front of our bodies flush against each other. I felt as though I was so close, but still so far away. I pulled on his clothes, trying to bring him closer.

He broke our kiss, but didn’t lean away. Our breaths mixed together, hot and quick against each other’s faces. I tugged gently at his clothes once more, and his grey eyes opened to look down at me. They looked back and forth between my eyes, then glanced around my face.

Hi there! This is a snippet from my story, Vera Verto, on AO3. I’d love it if you dropped by to check it out! :) 

To set up the scene, Draco is trying to distance himself from Harry. Harry won’t let him go. 

I stood up as he turned around, reaching him in two strides. I rested one hand lightly on his shoulder, pushing his hair behind his ear with my other hand. He turned his face away from me, reaching for the doorknob. I stuck my foot at the base of the door, keeping it shut.

“Talk to me, Draco.” I said, sliding a hand up and down his back gently.

He inhaled loudly and shakily, wiping the back of his hand across his face. He stared down at the doorknob, as if having his hand on it was the only way for him to stand.

“I’m just so horrible. So dreadful and- and vile. I’ve done thi- things that would make your sk-skin crawl.” He said, his voice weak and shaky. “I’m a bad guy, Harry. And you’re just s-s-so-.” He pressed his hand to his mouth, leaning his forehead on the door.

“You’re not bad, Draco.” I said, rubbing his back.

I could see his jaw clench, and I barely prepared myself before his hand left his face, pushing against my chest, hard. I stumbled backwards, barely able to remain standing. Draco looked furious.

He yanked up his sleeve, sending a button flying across the room. He touched his arm with his wand, making the uplifted redness of his Dark Mark appear on his pale skin.

“LOOK AT ME! I’m a monster! I’ve been branded as one! This will ALWAYS be here! I will never be free of this! I’ll never be free of him!” He shouted, baring his forearm at me, advancing toward me quickly. The backs of my legs pressed up against the bed as I stepped away from him.

“I’m a monster!” He repeated, his eyes falling down to his arm. “Just look at me.” He said, the anger in his voice now replaced by sadness. “Look at me.” He muttered, his voice cracking. "Disgusting." He muttered, his nose wrinkling up.

I stepped forward, grabbing his wrist with one hand, his elbow with my other. He tried to yank his arm away, as I knew he would. I held his arm firmly in both hands, waiting for him to stop. He finally let his arm relax, sniffing loudly and looking away. His jaw was tense, his eyes brimming with tears.

I looked down as I slid my hand up his arm gently, rubbing my thumb against the dark mark. The lines of the mark were slightly raised, as if they had been burned onto his skin.

I lifted my eyes to his face. He was now staring down at my thumb, which continued to caress his arm.

“This does not define you.” I said softly. “No matter what you’ve done, or what you will do, you are not a monster or a villain or a bad person. You can be whoever you want to be. You are ambitious, and smart, and determined. You are a Slytherin. You are Draco.” I said, tucking his hair behind his ear, my other hand sliding up his arm to hold the side of his face.

I kissed his forehead. I could hear the small patter of tears falling on his shiny shoes.

There was a small whine that emerged from his throat as a sob shook his body. I stroked his hair softly as he buried his face in the crook of my neck.