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This is what happened when I told chat GPT to write a Drarry fanfic… enjoy?

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“Through the Ashes”

The Hogwarts grounds were swathed in twilight as the winter’s chill began to bite through even the thickest of cloaks. Inside the castle, students hurried to their common rooms, escaping the cold. But Harry Potter wasn’t heading to Gryffindor Tower. He had taken a detour, his feet carrying him to the familiar yet unsettling corridors of the Slytherin dungeons.

The past year had been different. It had started with the usual animosity—an angry word, a sneer, a snide remark—but somewhere along the way, things had changed. Not in an obvious, dramatic way, but in subtle glances exchanged across the room, in moments when Harry realized he wasn’t entirely as repulsed by Draco Malfoy as he once thought. It was a slow burn that began with curiosity, then grew to something much more complicated.

It wasn’t as though Draco had suddenly become a different person. He was still the same arrogant, privileged Slytherin, and yet… Harry couldn’t ignore the times when Draco had seemed almost vulnerable, like when he’d spoken quietly about his father’s demands or his mother’s constant worry. Even more disconcerting were the moments when Draco’s gaze lingered on him, a brief flash of something—something Harry couldn’t quite place—before he turned away.

Tonight, Harry had a reason to be here.

Draco was waiting for him in a hidden alcove near the potions classroom. His platinum blond hair shimmered faintly under the dim light, and for the first time, Harry noticed how striking he looked. The sharp angles of Draco’s face had softened over the years, and there was a quiet intensity in his eyes that was both maddening and magnetic.

“You’re late,” Draco said, his voice carrying the familiar drawl, but there was no real malice in it. In fact, there was something almost teasing about the way he spoke.

Harry swallowed, adjusting the strap of his bag over his shoulder. “You’re the one who asked me to come.”

Draco’s lips curved into a smirk, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “True. I wasn’t sure you’d actually show up.”

“I don’t know what you want from me, Malfoy,” Harry said, his words a little sharper than he intended.

Draco’s eyes darkened, and he took a step closer, his breath warm against Harry’s face. “Maybe I want to understand what’s been going on between us. Maybe I want to figure out why, after everything, you still don’t hate me.”

Harry’s heart skipped a beat. There it was—Draco had said it out loud. The question that had been lingering in the back of Harry’s mind for months.

“You’re not like the others, Potter,” Draco continued, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. “You never treated me like the enemy, not really. You… you never saw me as just a villain. And I—I don’t know what to do with that.”

Harry’s breath caught in his throat. “I didn’t—”

“I don’t expect you to understand,” Draco cut in, his words rushed. “But there’s something between us, and I think I’ve been denying it for too long.”

Harry took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. His feelings were tangled—there was too much history, too much animosity, and yet, beneath all of that, something was pulling him toward Draco in a way he couldn’t explain. Maybe it was the years of being forced to be rivals, the tension between them that had finally come to a head in the quiet moments after the battle with Voldemort. Or maybe it was the vulnerability that had cracked through Draco’s bravado, the glimpses of the person he might have been if things had been different.

“I don’t hate you,” Harry said finally, his voice quieter than he meant. “But I don’t know what this is, Draco. I don’t know what you want from me.”

Draco’s expression softened, and for a moment, Harry thought he saw something more in his eyes—something raw, something real. He reached out, his fingers brushing Harry’s, and Harry felt a jolt of warmth shoot through him at the touch.

“I don’t know what I want either,” Draco admitted. “But I know it’s not just this… rivalry. I don’t want to keep fighting. Not with you, Harry.”

For a moment, there was only silence between them, the air thick with unspoken words. Harry’s mind was racing, trying to make sense of everything—of how their relationship had evolved, of how he had ended up here, with Draco Malfoy of all people. But the truth was, it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that they’d been enemies, that their families had been at odds for years. All that mattered was the feeling of Draco’s hand, tentative and unsure, wrapped around his.

“I’m not sure what this means,” Harry said, his voice low and unsure, but his hand moved to clasp Draco’s.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” Draco whispered. “Not yet. But maybe we could start somewhere… together.”

And in that moment, Harry realized that the answer wasn’t about understanding everything. It was about taking the first step into something new, something fragile but real. He squeezed Draco’s hand, and for the first time in his life, Harry felt the weight of his past begin to lift.

Draco Malfoy was no longer the enemy. He was something else entirely—something Harry was willing to explore, even if the path ahead was uncertain.

The air between them was electric now, the space closing as their eyes locked. And before Harry could think any longer, Draco leaned in, his lips brushing softly against Harry’s in a kiss that was tentative at first, then deepened with a shared urgency. It was a kiss full of unspoken promises, of a future neither of them could yet see, but both of them were willing to embrace.

When they pulled away, breathless and unsure, Harry smiled, a real smile that was soft and full of possibility.

“Let’s see where this goes,” he said.

And Draco nodded, a small but genuine smile tugging at his lips. “Together, then.”

As they stood there in the dim light of the dungeon, hand in hand, the world outside seemed a little less hostile, the weight of old grudges finally starting to crumble into the ashes of the past.

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