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Harry crawled under his covers, feeling a bit pathetic as he laid there. Perhaps he should talk to Draco…. He decided against it. There was no doubt as to what Draco was doing, and he wondered why he would do such a thing. He felt like he’d been cheated on. He laid there for God knows how long before he made up his mind that he would pay Draco a visit. He sat up before shivering and falling back into the bed. He quickly pulled the covers over himself- it was freezing! The nice warm bed felt so good…. And the crying had worn him out a bit, so he decided to talk to Draco after a nice, long nap… Draco marched through the h

Seeing as the Dark Lord's frail state meant that some lights were too powerful for his skin, during the time which he spent with his few faithful Death Eaters the only light in the Malfoy's dining room was that of candles. They were placed everywhere so as to make everything as visible as possible, which was still not very, after all, they were only candles. Silence filled the room, until the Dark Lord drew in a rattly breath. "Lucius…" He breathed. "Y-yes, my Lord?" The candle nearest the blonde extinguished itself with a puff of smoke. "Fetch your son. I believe the boy may be of use to me this year. After all, he goes to Hogwarts,

TO LIKE, TO WANT, TO LOVE A/N: This is actually an AU character portrait as it deviates from the plot of the Harry Potter canon. Draco has defected to the Light, and this is a small interlude where Harry realizes that even as his world is falling down around him, some good can come from the bad, understanding from the confusion. The fascinating and addictive characters of Harry Potter do not belong to me but to their esteemed creator. With that, ENJOY! TO LIKE, TO WANT, TO LOVE It was late. Harry paced the room, his hands tightly clenched by his sides even as he stole glances at the Muggle clock that hung on the wall. Every tick brought th

I wondered, maybe I had hated you so much I could love you, Harry James Potter. * As the rain beat hard on the ground, you stood there with those brilliant green eyes which slightly fading their colors away. Layers of black hair covered your scarred forehead and corner of your blushing cheeks. The black cloak soaked by the rain, blurry showing some torso of your courageous body. I felt something huge in my throat blocking my breath, preventing carbon dioxide from getting out of my nose, making my chest felt burning deep inside. ========================================================== No one knows you better than I do. You will for

THE SIGNS A/N: This is yet another drabble gone awry. There were many signs that gave away the nature of Harry’s and Draco’s relationship, if they were read correctly… The fascinating characters of Harry Potter do not belong to me but to their esteemed creator. THE SIGNS Theirs was a bizarre relationship that would never have worked, or so it seemed to Harry Potter’s closest friends, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. They were different from other couples, all rough edges that seemed to clash every time they were together. Though Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had officially crossed the line of hate and wandered into

THIS I VOW A/N: This Author’s Note will be slightly long so please bear with me. This is yet another fic that is actually an excerpt from a story that has been haunting my mind. I just wanted to upload it to see what you guys think of it. If you don’t mind not knowing the background to it and are willing to take it as a drabble, be my guest and feel free to read on. If not, here is the tale behind the excerpt. This scene takes place at a crucial turning point in the battle of the Order against Voldemort. Draco has finally decided to openly defy the Dark Lord, and declare his title as the Leader of the Pureblood Rebellion by boldly

LOVELESS BLISS A/N: As much as I would love to have him, Draco Malfoy does not belong to me. He, like all the other characters of Harry Potter, belongs to their esteemed creator JK Rowling. Also, certain details in his fic are slightly AU to the series. Other than that...Enjoy! LOVELESS BLISS I never knew what love was. Even at the age of 4, the first time I heard the word ‘love’ was from Linny, a house elf. She was my favourite, the one who was in charge of looking after me. One night, she read to me a bedtime story, of a beautiful witch with long golden hair, trapped in the tallest tower waiting for her prince to save her. Why