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The White Pawn
Soupy_George @soupy-george
Chapters: 27/27 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Regulus Black, Emmeline Vance, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin Additional Tags: Time Travel, Romance, Adventure, Implied/Referenced rape (historical, by Voldemort ), Disenchanted Draco
Summary:
When eighteen-year-old Draco Malfoy finds himself back at Hogwarts on the eve of Voldemort's infamous return, he is confronted with the most difficult decision he's ever had to make: Relive the 6th year at school he's tried so hard to forget, or do the unthinkable and ally himself with Potter's lot...
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Excerpt:
Harry scowled at this, “So you’re just going to run away?”
“It’s not like that.” Draco said at once, he had expected this argument, and he had his reasoning prepared. “This is the only chance I’m going to get to keep my family safe. I can’t let the Dark Lord ruin our lives like last time.”
“So help me beat him,” Harry pleaded, “then he won't be able to hurt anyone.”
“I can’t,” Draco insisted, knowing he had to make this clear to Harry, “I can’t stay, my mother has told the Dark Lord I'm ill but that won't last forever, and he’s already told her he wants me to take Father’s place.” he met Harry’s bright eyes in the dark and said plaintively, “Harry, I have to go before it all happens all over again.”
Harry just stared at him, Ron continued to snore and Draco felt like something dark and empty was spreading through him, curling around all the ill advised affection he’d let grow for this boy, for Emmeline, even for the house-elf. All of it.
He was an idiot.
“Where will you go?” Harry asked eventually.
“I can’t say, I don’t know exactly,” Draco said automatically, but he folded under Harry’s pleading look, “America.” he murmured.
Harry gave a tiny nod, “Will you write?”
“Of course.” Draco replied at once, even though he knew it was a lie. If he was going to be hiding from the Dark Lord, sending owls to people in Britain would be foolish.
Then suddenly Harry was hugging him, his arms were warm from sleep and full of a fierce emotion that scared Draco. He tentatively returned it, placing his hands gingerly on Harry's back, frightened of the way Harry clung to him.
“I owe you,” Harry said, his breath warm on Draco's neck, “I see things differently now. Because of you.”
If Draco had been shocked by the use of his first name, it was nothing to how he felt now. Harry thought he owed him?
Harry finally released him, but he didn’t move away, his face was so close to Draco’s and Draco didn’t understand how they had gone from fighting, to saying goodbye, to this, because this was certainly something, Harry had leaned closer again, his intent obvious, and instead of nerves or excitement Draco felt only fear, his heart seemed to have stopped in his chest, he could not even draw a breath, because being kissed by a fifteen-year-old Harry Potter while Ron Weasley snored three feet away was just too strange.
But then Harry’s lips pressed briefly against his own and it was over, Harry was pink in the face, but grinning. “I've been wanting to do that for days.” he said sheepishly.
“Well,” Draco blinked, dazedly, “now you have.” He smiled back uncertainty, completely bewildered by what had just happened.
“Good luck.” Harry said, after several moments of awkward silence, “in America, I mean.”
“You too,” Draco returned lamely, his mouth was so dry, he had no idea what to say, “Just don’t die, okay?”
“I’ll do my best.” Harry grinned even wider, but the corner of his lips seemed to tremble. The smile was brittle, something that Draco could understand quite easily in that moment.
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