📖 Fic Snippet: [Shrink] Chapter 1
Drarry | Post-war | 8th Year Hogwarts | Slow burn | Heavy themes, happy ending | WIP (updating as I go)
“I’ll tell you just once, Peterson—very nicely,” Harry sneered into the boy’s shocked, frightened face. “If I ever hear that you, or any of your dumb friends, repeat that stunt with Malfoy from earlier today, I promise you’ll be lucky if you end like Williams. I reckon you heard what happened to him. Do we understand each other?”
“Yes, yes,” Peterson nodded frantically. “Whatever you say, Harry.”
“Great. Let this information sink in properly. And let the others know as well. No one is to touch him, talk down to him, or even look at him wrong from now on.”
Harry let go of his throat.
“Now get lost.”
He watched Peterson fumble for the things fallen out of his schoolbag and then run down the corridor. With a curse, Harry wiped his face. This was tiring. Annoying. Why couldn’t he just let this Malfoy thing be and focus on what was really important? Why couldn’t he look away and forget?
Why, for Merlin’s sake, did it have to be him who noticed that Malfoy wasn’t eating his dinner again tonight?
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