📖 Fic Snippet: [Shrink] Chapter 2
Drarry | Post-war | 8th Year Hogwarts | Slow burn | Heavy themes, happy ending | WIP (updating as I go)
He had no control over it anymore, and perhaps it didn’t even matter. Potter had already seen him cry before. He knew how pitiful Draco was, so what was the point in pretending otherwise?
“I’m going to come closer.”
“What?” Draco gurgled, wiping his face.
“Don’t get startled,” Potter said quietly. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
Draco didn’t understand. He didn’t understand how Potter suddenly stood so close, or why he thought placing his stupid hand on Draco’s shaking shoulder would help—but there it was. Potter had never once done what Draco expected him to do.
Draco jerked when Potter’s fingers brushed the back of his neck.
“Stop—fucking apologising all the time,” Draco barked.
Potter thankfully fell silent as he guided Draco’s forehead against his shoulder.
It didn’t feel like a proper embrace, with Potter’s other hand awkwardly twitching at his side and Draco’s fingers gripping the front of his cloak—halfway to throttling the wanker, absolutely—but still. It was the closest Draco had come to feeling this warm in forever.
Pansy clung to him half the time, yes, but it was nothing like this—nothing like the tingling warmth spreading from where Potter’s fingers rested against his skin. It seeped into his spine like anaesthetic.
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