Later that afternoon, Harry is just mindlessly roaming Grimmauld Place like he usually does. He doesn't have anything else to do with his days, only when albus stays round during the holidays. Since divorcing ginny civilly, Harry has led an independent life.
Whilst strolling past the room containing the black family tree, something catches his eye. A rather unmissable shade of blonde, Draco. Harry turns back and leans his body on the doorframe, watching draco's slender fingers trace over a spot on the wall.
He allows Draco to look up naturally, so he doesn't startle him. When he does, he looks calm.
"Found something, Malfoy?" Harry says, semi-dramatically bouncing off the door frame to stand next to Draco. Watching him retreat and dig his hands in his pockets, so does Harry.
"Just... found my portrait." Draco says, his eyes not looking away from his little picture on the black family tree.
Harry chuckles, leaning back as he does. His eyes scan for his portrait but it doesn't take him long to find it. "Ahh yes. Y'know the portraits change when you do?"
"Mhm?" Draco replies, finally looking at him. Harry looks back and they make eye contact for a split second, before both turning away at the same time.
"Yeah, when I first saw yours it looked like you in that year." Harry nods, his eyes wandering off to sirius' picture.
"When did you first see it?" Draco asks curiously, turning back to him once again. Watching Harry's every move, taking him in.
"Fifth year, with sirius." Harry reaches out and hovers his tan fingers over sirius' burned through portrait. The name tag. 'Sirius black, 1959-1996'. Then underneath it, 'Remus Lupin, 1960-1998'. Draco never knew they had a relationship, it shows how much he actually didn't know about Harry.
"Mhm." Draco nods. His attention turned back to his own picture, 'Draco Malfoy, 1980-Present' underneath that 'Astoria Greengrass, 1982-2019'.
Harry looks over and smiles sympathetically, lowering his hand into his pocket. "Life's shit, isn't it?"
Draco chuckles lightly, lowering his arm. "Yeah... It's shit."
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Pay attention loves, this is the one and only time I’m doing this, so without further ado, have a little ~angst~
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Harry stood watching the curtain shift for what felt like a gentle eternity. Where the Veil has been white and clear, almost cloud-like, this one clung to his fingertips like water.
Time.
He held his breath as he stepped through.
The light was bright against his skin, his limbs held tight in the folds of something soft. He smacked his lips.
“Hello, darling,” a tired voice crooned at him. Then—
Something… happened during that lost year, something nobody knows besides the two of us. It wasn’t exactly love, but it definitely wasn’t hate. I’m not really sure what it was if I’m being honest. I just know I can’t face it.
I envy Harry, and his obliviousness. He can stare unabashedly at the Slytherin table without an inkling of how this looks to everyone else. I want to be naive again. I want to give into the temptation and lock eyes with someone behind me. I really do.
He runs a hand through his messy hair and shakes his head abruptly. I know what he’s going to do now; he reaches out for my hand.
“Harry, do you want that?” I lift my fork and point it towards one of the sausages on his plate.
Harry looks a bit suprised, but concedes, and slips it onto my plate, laughing slightly. “You can have it, Gin.”
I puncture the meat with me fork and take it down in one bite, trying to smile through all the food in my mouth. Harry laughs again but there’s something different in his gaze now, something I’ve begun to notice since the war ended. When he holds a smile just for me it quivers a bit, then he glances down and squints at absolutely nothing. I try not to think about how much that hurts.
“Erm, I’m going to head down to the Quidditch pitch,” I wipe grease from my face using my sleeve, “We have a big game coming up, you know. Against Slytherin?”
As I rise from the table Harry’s face falls completely. Eighth years aren’t allowed on the house teams.
“Sure, Ginny.” He looks like he wants to lean forward and kiss me, or tell me something.
“Well bye.” I snatch up by satchel and walk away quickly. Ron and Hermione’s eyes are bearing into my back. What do they know? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I am not using the Quidditch pitch to hide from Harry. I’m just… hiding. Period. Something… happened during that lost year, something nobody knows besides the two of us. It wasn’t exactly love, but it definitely wasn’t hate. I’m not really sure what it was if I’m being honest. I just know I can’t face it.
Her wand is pointed straight at me. She has the advantage, clearly. I’m on the floor, and she’s above me. She could do it if she wanted to, but her hand is shaking and her jaw is clenched too tight.
“Do it, Parkinson,” The shorter Carrow- the more feminine one- has a vile hiss to her tone.“You’ve got her right where you want her. Now do it. Kill the filthy blood-traiter.”
A sound of protest is emitted, but Neville take a cruciatus straight to the face. His screams are horrible, and I’m partly to blame for them.
I shouldn’t have hexed Parkinson. Not with the Carrows so close by. Shouldn’t’ve tripped her in front of the entire DADA class. I shouldn’t have angered her. But it’s just so much fun. Shouldn’t I, of all people, deserve a tiny bit of joy now?
“What, Pansy? Can’t perform a simple curse?” I spit. The classroom smells of condensation and sink water. It’s damp and dark, for lack of better description.
“How dare you speak a pureblooded witch’s name, you filthy girl!” Blood begins to drip down my neck from where Carrow’s kick hits. It hurts like mad.
“Well? Are you going to do it or not!” She screams at Parkinson.
I hold a hand to the cut and try not to groan. “What are you, Pansy?”
The Carrow woman kicks me again, in the side of my stomach this time, but Parkinson still hasn’t made any move. Her arm must be tired and her eyes look likely to water.
“Useless.”
The Slytherin girl crumples to the floor; her cries are shrill. I force myself to look straight at her contorted face. A girl like Parkinson doesn’t deserve pity.
“And you.” The Carrow woman grabs my face with her clawed hand and twists it towards her, “You’re just a waste of breath.”
I feel as though my whole body’s lit on fire and the flames lick and my skin and bones. Air is knocked clean out of me. The screams dont even sound like mine. They’re heart-wrenchingly patheitc.
Just as my conciousness begins to soften at the edges, the pain ends and I’m left sore and stiff.
“Class will begin, now!” The Carrow’s heels click to the front of the classroom.
Instantly students surround me, lifting me up. Luna has her arms wrapped around my waist and she doesn’t let go, even when I’m seated safely next to her. Despite the pain I don’t want her to let go.
I risk a glance at the dark-haired girl behind me. Theo Nott is cooing over her, lifting her into a seat where she flops down, boneless, as if unconscious. My vision is too blurred to tell of that’s true or not. A wave of satisfaction flows over me.
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I can imagine when both Harry and Draco are together in quarantine they drive eachother nuts. Draco Will scream about Harry’s clothes and Harry will scream about Draco’s hair products. Everyday they try to stay as far away from eachother as possible, but at the end of the night they always cuddle up to eachother.
It was 1 am on the 18th of march, Harry woke up and looked to his right. There he lay, the love of his life the big bad Draco Malfoy, but he didn't look so big and bad in this moment. Actually he looked quit small and anxious. Then it was as if a light went on in Harry's mind, he must be having a nightmare. He could see the silent shed tears on Draco's cheek and the small tremors. Harry shaked Draco and woke him up, Draco jumped a bit before slumping in Harry's arms. "I had a nightmare" Draco said. "I know" Harry whisperd. Soon after Draco fell asleep again. Harry didn't sleep the rest of the night, he stayed awake, looking after Draco. He didnt want him to endure another nightmare, so he would stay awake and make sure Draco didn't have anymore. "I love you" Harry silently whisperd against Draco's forehead giving it a little kiss. A little smile made it's way on Draco's face. No one had another nightmare that night.
