#evansentranced

Draco waited five minutes. When Potter didn't return, he took a deep breath and began to shout: "He's the hero of the hour, he's the Saviour of the world! With eyes of fearsome jade, bearing Gryffindor's mighty sword! Oh, the evil and the Dark flee before his noble wand, for the Chosen One will smite the-" Potter reappeared at the window. "What in the bloody hell is that you're singing?" he yelled over the end of the last bit of verse. "Don't you like it?" Draco asked, blinking innocently up at him. "I heard it in a pub a few weeks ago." "I hate it," Potter said, back to leaning on the windowsill. "There's more," Draco told him, folding his hands neatly behind his back. "You haven't even heard the chorus yet."

“I wasn’t shrieking, you wanker,” Draco responded as he allowed himself to be dragged, nettled by the suggestion. “I was warning you of impending danger.” “Of a thestral,” Potter corrected. He hadn’t let go of Draco’s arm yet, and the look he cast in Draco’s direction suggested it was because he was worried that Draco might spot a bunny and go dashing off into the woods alone, shouting for help. Draco scowled. “Four X’s and you act like I’m picking on a toothless kneazle,” he muttered. “I suppose if we ran into a werewolf, you’d pull a little ball out of your pocket and play fetch?” “Werewolves prefer to play fetch with small branches,” Potter replied without missing a beat. “Feels more like bones snapping between their teeth.” “I stand corrected,” Draco grumbled.

"You think you're going to become another Dark Lord," he summarized. "Because you had to do nasty things to nasty people during the war, and because you don't know how to read a bloody spell description before you cast. Is that what you're saying?" Potter lifted his head, meeting Draco's eyes with tenuous focus. "I killed someone," he said, shaking his head. "And I didn't care about doing nasty things to those people, Malfoy, I was glad to-" "If you're going to be an Auror, you occasionally may have to kill people," Draco pointed out, pushing the tea tray aside and leaning in. "That's what you signed up for. And if we all have to mourn hurting the people who hurt us, no one's ever going to get over the bloody war. You would never have won it in the first place." "Malfoy, I almost killed you!" Potter said, dropping his hands to the table and leaning away from him. "If Snape hadn't been there-" "Yes, that's true," Draco sneered. "I remember it clearly. And then you saved my life several times after that. I feel that gives me the right to tell you to get the fuck over it."

You read Magical Relations too, huh? I'm still so messed up over the fact that it pulled that gutpunch and then...hasn't updated since. I live in hope of long-belated continuation because how the hell else am I supposed to cope.

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