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Draco Black

Chapter 2 : Denial

There was a long moment of silence, no one understood what had just happened. Seeing the face of the great Draco Malfoy, usually cold, closed and petty, decompose while reading these two letters had shocked everyone. For the blond man to come to this, there must have been some really bad news and it worried all the students and teachers without exception, even unconsciously. Grabbe and Goyle stood up, ready to follow them, but they were stopped by Theodore who signaled them to sit down.

"- But!… began one of the two.

-No buts! Blaise and Pansy are gone, there's no need for more people. Or you'll choke it out!" Replied Theo coldly, knowing his friend by heart.

Shock and worry had also taken Harry, he had watched Draco the whole time. He had seen his sigh when he received the two letters, then his eyebrow raised, certainly of curiosity, when he saw the source of the mail. The dark-haired man had noticed some time ago that, despite the mask of coldness that the Malfoy's forced themselves to wear, the blond was actually very easy to decipher, having plenty of facial tics and mimics that Harry had learned to recognize with time. Afterwards, the Gryffindor had not been able to take his eyes off the Slytherin's face, he had felt as if he was experiencing emotions with him without even knowing why, it had squeezed his heart.

"- Harry? Are you listening to us? Hermione asked, shaking her hand at the dark-haired boy.

-Are you? No, sorry, what were you saying?

-We were talking about Malfoy! Did you see what just happened? Neville replied and questioned in his discordant voice.

-I was just thinking about that, his reaction was like… surreal?" Harry explained, looking away at the last word.

The group of friends continued to debrief on what had just happened while on the professors' side, Severus - who had returned to Hogwarts the day before, still filled with remorse - had been watching Draco the whole time as well, hardly hiding his guilt. He had lowered his head slightly as he saw the blond man speeding away. The dark-haired man, too, eventually got up, preparing to leave, wanting to be alone.

"Severus? Where are you going? The Headmistress of the Gryffindors suddenly asked, cutting Snape off.

-To my chambers, I'm not hungry anymore." He replied in his usual cold tone before actually leaving the Great Hall this time. Leaving behind him a table of completely lost teachers.

[……]

On Draco's side, he had run again and again, without really knowing where to go, he just wanted to go as far as possible. He ended up taking refuge in the girls' bathroom, completely exhausted, short of breath, collapsing to the ground before really bursting into tears like a baby whose toy has been confiscated.

Pansy and Blaise arrived a few seconds after him, they immediately knelt down at his side and Pansy had the reflex to take him in her arms when she saw him in tears. Blaise, on the other hand, rubbed his back, not knowing at all how to react in cases like this.

"- Dude… What the hell is going on?

-The… The letters…" Struggled to answer Draco, as a lump in his throat made it hard for him to speak.

The brunette and the swarthy man looked at each other before opening the letters that Blaise had thought to bring with them. They read silently, their faces breaking down as their eyes roamed the sheets.

"- Oh by Salazar's beard…. Draco… We're sorry… Pansy began softly as she came to take him in her arms again.

-It's not possible… They made a mistake! It's not true… Draco almost begged, not having the strength to lift his head to look his friends in the eye.

-Man…" Blaise began weakly, still not knowing how to react. He preferred not to say anything, avoiding saying anything stupid, before rubbing her hair and back.

It took more than an hour for Draco to calm down, but he was at the end of his strength, his best friends helped him to get up and go to his bed in the Slytherin dormitory, so he could rest a little. Blaise stayed by his side to watch over him and be there for him if he needed anything, risking getting into trouble for skipping class. Pansy went there to warn the teachers of the blond's condition and the fact that he could not be present and that she was taking all the classes for him.

[…..]

Harry was surprised and strangely saddened to see that for the first class together with the green and silver, Pansy arrived without Malfoy or Zabini. He was also surprised to hear her tell the professor about Draco's current condition. She had never been very discreet, she spoke quite loudly, without even really wanting to sometimes. It wasn't necessary to have an overdeveloped sense of hearing to hear and understand what the Slytherin was saying. Murmurs then quickly filled the classroom, murmurs that were quickly silenced by the cold and authoritative voice of the Potions teacher.

"-Shut up! I'll give a detention to the first person I hear talking about this story again. Or even the first one I simply hear talking again for that matter."

There was immediate silence in the room. Snape watched each student with his usual dark, disgusted look that he used when he wanted to instill fear, but this time the look was stronger, deeper. This had the effect of freezing the spine of all the students, whether they were from Gryffindor or Slytherin. The dark-haired man let out a dismayed sigh before turning to the dark-haired girl from his house.

"- I see Miss Parkinson. Go to your seat now. And I'll take you, next time, to try to control your voice a little for heaven's sake."

This remark had the effect of making Pansy blush, and she lowered her head before going to her seat as the teacher had asked. The class began in a very strange atmosphere for everyone.

On Draco's side, he was buried under his thick hammer, tears in his eyes, but they were empty, staring at an invisible point in his room. Blaise had gone to get him a glass of water in the bathroom next door. The words written on these crumpled pieces of paper still haunted the blond, he had a movement of withdrawal on himself, as if it was more possible.

Then something clicked in him, he frowned while remembering a detail. He got up excessively slowly before catching the two mails placed on his coffee table. He unfolded them and let his eyes wander over them.

Blaise arrived at this moment in the common room, the glass of water in his hand. His heart clenched as he saw his best friend rereading those letters.

"-Dude… I'm not sure this is a good idea… You should put them down… He began in a soft voice.

-There's something wrong…

-What do you mean?"

The silence seemed to be an eternity for the swarthy, waiting for the answer of the blond. After several long seconds, the latter finally lowered the letters, revealing his lost and perplexed face.

"- The cause of death is not the same…"

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Help me a find a Drarry fanfiction Please !! (tw: Rape/Viol)

Hey, I'm posting this to try to find the title of an old Drarry fanfic I read in college. I only have a few memories but I'll try to do my best to describe the fic to you.

In this one, there is a protection story (like some people, as soon as they are born, they become protectors and have to protect a particular person). And in this one, Draco is a protector and has to protect Harry, but Harry doesn't know it. That's the whole idea.

Then unfortunately, at the beginning of the fic', Harry is raped by all his "friends" (there is Ron, Seamus,… Neville too but he doesn't participate in Harry's rape but he observes without doing anything). Before being left for dead. Draco feels that something is wrong and goes to save him after having warned his father and Severus (because they are also protectors and are nice in this story). They save him and take him to a remote manor (in another country, I think. It's a very protected manor) to heal him and to keep him safe. When Harry wakes up, the three men reveal all this protection/protector stuff to him. Then Harry and Draco end up getting closer little by little.

That's it, that's the most I can explain! Thanks to tell me if this fanfiction tells you something! Love you !

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Hey, je poste ce billet pour essayer de retrouver le titre d'une vielle fanfiction Drarry que j'ai lue au collège. J'ai juste quelques souvenirs assez mais je vais essayer de faire de mon mieux pour vous décrire la fic'.

Dans celle-ci, il y a une histoire de protection ( genre certaines personnes, dès qu'elles naissent, elles deviennent des protecteurs et doivent protéger une personne en particulier.) Et là, c'est Drago qui est un protecteur et doit protéger Harry, mais ce dernier le sait pas. Voilà l'idée global.

Puis malheureusement, au début de la fic', Harry ce fait violé par tous ses "amis" ( il y a Ron, Seamus,... Neville aussi mais lui, il ne participe pas au viol d'Harry mais il observe sans rien faire.) Avant ce faire abandonner pour mort. Draco ressent que quelques chose ne va pas et part le sauver après avoir prévenu son per et Severus ( car eux deux sont aussi des protecteur et sont gentils dans cette fic'). Ils le sauve puis l'amène dans un manoir éloigner de tout (carrément dans un autre pays, je crois. C'est un manoir hyper protéger.) pour le soigner et pour qu'il soit en sécurité. Au réveil d'Harry, les trois hommes lui révèle tout cette histoire de protection/protecteur. Puis Harry et Draco finissent par ce rapprocher petit à petit.

Voila, c'est le maximum que je puissent expliquer! Merci de me dire si cette vous dit quelque chose! Bisou à vous !

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Draco Black Chapter 1 : The Shock

Draco woke up that day with a strange feeling, a sort of lump in his throat. He didn't pay attention to it at the time, thinking that he had probably caught a cold, after all, it was winter so it wasn't impossible. In any case, he didn't think to tell his friends about his condition and pretended that everything was fine.

So he got up, went to the Slytherin bathroom and washed as usual. At the end of this one, while passing in front of the mirror, he took the time to look at himself; he who put a point of honor to always be perfect, he had to realize that he had changed a lot. Not that he didn't take care of himself anymore, that was out of the question, hygiene was something extremely important to him, but he had for example dark circles that he couldn't get rid of, he was also thinner than before, having lost muscles and his hair had thinned out a lot, going from blond to almost white.

Since the lord had been at Malfoy Manor, it was true that he had undergone some physical changes, certainly due to stress. The blond really didn't like the fact that Voldemort had returned and even less that he had decided to stay in his manor. In fact, the older he got, the less he agreed with his father's and the dark lord's ideas, he finally realised that some of them were absurd. He had stopped saying the insult "Mudblood" for example. In fact, he had stopped calling names and doing all the dirty work. Indeed, since the Dark Lord had returned and his father had gone back to work for him, Draco was less popular and less liked, so he knew better than to make a fuss.

But anyway, the point is that he had changed physically and he didn't like it. He sighed and finally took his eyes off the mirror, wiped himself off and dressed in one of his trusty black turtleneck jumpers, chino trousers and elegant shoes, both in the same colour as the jumper. He ran a hand through his hair and simply brushed it to the side without dwelling on it further before leaving the bathroom, ready at last. He glanced casually around the room to see who was up and who was not and was not surprised to see that Blaise Zabini - one of his best friends - was up and doing his morning workout while waiting for the bathroom to become available, to see that Theodore Nott - a faithful friend - was still dozing, sitting on his bed, still shocked to see Blaise so energetic in the morning, or to see that Gregory Goyle and Vincent Grabbe - his pooches - were still sleeping, snoring loudly. The blond had this scene every morning without exception.

After everyone was up and dressed, they went down to the common room to join Pansy Parkinson, who was waiting for them, already ready. Pansy was Draco's best friend and Draco loved her very much, but strangely enough, everyone thought that they were a couple when they were not and certainly never will be for the simple reason that Pansy was attracted to women and only to women. Draco and Blaise were the only ones who knew this information about the girl. At the time, following this revelation, Blaise had also taken the opportunity to reveal his preference for men. Draco hadn't judged them on their orientation and didn't even care, they liked who they wanted after all, but it's true that all this had made him think about his own sexuality. Since then, even if he was still not sure, he was saying more and more that he could see himself going out with both genders, women being impressive and beautiful and men being sexy and sweet; everything he liked.

The blonde came out of his thoughts when Pansy called out to him, he tilted his head slightly to listen.

Yes?" he asked simply.

- Are you alright, Draco? You look paler than usual... she repeated, looking genuinely concerned for her friend.

- Is that so? I don't even notice it anymore...

- It's true that you're really white, man. added the dark-haired man.

The blond shrugged, not wanting to talk about this subject so as not to worry them further before starting to leave without really waiting for them. His two best friends looked at each other blankly, understanding this, before simply following him.

On their way to the Great Hall, they discussed their future classes and the various rumours that could be heard about them, openly enjoying themselves. When they arrived, the hall was full, as if they were the only ones missing to make it truly complete. Of course, as always, everyone watched as they went to their seats to have breakfast.

At the opposite end of the room, at the Gryffindors' table, there was a dark-haired man with glasses who was staring at them as the other students sat down. Harry had been watching his nemesis carefully but secretly for some time and he had to admit that the latter had changed a lot, and that worried him slightly. It burned his throat to admit it, but yes, Harry did have a form of concern for his enemy. Not specifically for himself, after all the years of being teased about his looks and those of his friends, he deserved what he got! But he thought that if he was in this state, it was potentially because of Voldemort. And if Voldemort managed to put the Malfoy's in this physical state, it meant that he was certainly cruel and abominable, and that's what worried him most.

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After a few minutes, all the owls of the students who had just received a letter or a gift made their appearance and dropped the various things in front of their recipients. Draco received two letters, one from his father and the other from St. Mungotistis Hospital. This worried him as his father never wrote to him, it was always his mother; and not for nothing did St. Mungo's send letters. He opened one of the two first, somewhat randomly - it was the one from the hospital - and then read it with pumpkin juice in hand.

"Dear Mr. Draco Lucius Malfoy,

We regret to inform you that your mother, Narcissa Malfoy, née Black, died yesterday, September 12, 1996, at 8:05 pm due to a complication of an illness.

Burial will take place on September 15, 1996 in Godric's Hollow Cemetery.

We are very sorry for your loss,

Sincerely.

St. Mungotistis Hospital."

Draco dropped his glass, shattering on the table, spilling juice everywhere. The noise caused everyone to turn towards him, but he didn't care. His eyes returned again and again to the phrase 'Your mother, Narcissa Malfoy, née Black, has passed away'. He couldn't believe it. Without even realising it, he dropped his famous mask of coldness, revealing his panicked and hurt expression for all to see. He quickly opened his father's letter to read it.

"Draco,

Narcissa has passed away.

You must have received the letter from the hospital anyway. She had an accident, she died instantly. Doctors say she didn't suffer.

I've already sent a request to Dumbledore for permission for you to come to the funeral on the 15th.

Lucius."

The blond man had a second of absence, the world was crumbling around him. His stomach hurt, his head hurt, his eyes hurt. He wanted to cry, to cry like a calf. He could only see her fatal words in those letters, the sound around him was muffled and his ears were ringing, as if a bomb had exploded too close to him. He came back to reality violently when he felt a soft hand on him. It was Pansy.

"- Draco?... Are you alright?..." She asked with extreme gentleness as she saw the state of her friend.

Draco felt like throwing up, he dropped the pieces of paper he had crumpled up without realizing it and got up quickly to leave the Great Hall just as fast. Blaise quickly took the letters so that no one else would read them and got up with the brunette to try to catch up with the blond.

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Draco Black. Prologue :

12 September 1996.

It had been almost a year since the Dark Lord had returned, a year since he had once again wreaked havoc and a year since he had taken up residence in the Malfoy household.

Malfoy Manor was dark that night. All the Death Eaters and the Malfoy family were around a large table, except for Draco who was at Hogwarts and anyway, Narcissa was telling anyone who would listen that her son was not yet ready to join them in their meetings. He was still a baby to her.

"- Severus?... Do you know if any Hogwarts students are interested in joining our cause? At this age, they have a lot of questions... Voldemort finally asked in his cold voice.

- Yes Master, I do hear some students asking questions about you... Most of them are from Slytherin... The others prefer to be on Potter's side. Professor Snape replied, bowing his head a little to show his respect.

- Well, I see... And Draco? How is he doing?

- Master!

- I know Narcissa your point of view on him... I just want to know if he's starting to make up his mind... Voldemort reassured her before staring at the Potions teacher, waiting for an answer.

- I haven't got a clue Master... I have the impression that he seems to be avoiding the subject... Whether it's with me or even his friends..."

The Dark Lord sighed as did Narcissa. But the two sighs were quite different.

One was a sigh of annoyance with perhaps even a touch of desperation, the Lord knew that Draco could be an exceptional mangemort. After all, the boy had many talents; he could put on a perfect mask to hide his emotions, he was very good at occlumancy thanks to his Aunt Bellatrix Lestrange and he was obviously very good at potions thanks to Professor Snape. In fact, come to think of it, Draco was more like Professor Snape than his own father. Snape was one of his best mangemort, so the blond could easily succeed him.

And the other was a sigh of relief, Narcissa was reassured to know that her boy wasn't bragging about the fact that the great Dark Lord saw in him the potential to be a murderer. For yes, that was how she saw the Death Eaters, murderers without an ounce of humanity. So why was she one? She had no choice but to become one... At least, that's what she believed for a long time before she realised recently that she had always had a choice but she had made one bad one, one single one, which had, afterwards, chained all her bad decisions together. Like some kind of butterfly effect. She absolutely regretted her whole life because of it, from her childhood until now. And that choice was to go to Hogwarts... When she was still a young child, she would have given anything to go to Beauxbatons. She didn't hate Hogwarts but she admired the French school, it had a charm that the blonde was sensitive to. She had spoken to her sister about it once but Bellatrix had immediately laughed at her, saying that she was weak and that it wasn't by making pretty butterflies and learning to sew that their parents would be proud of her. Narcissa was still small at the time and her sister's words had hurt her, telling her that she was probably right. So she didn't bother to tell her parents and it was this choice that destroyed her whole life. And if her parents had accepted? She wouldn't have gone to Hogwarts, she wouldn't have gone to Slytherin, she wouldn't have met Lucius Malfoy, she wouldn't have married him, he wouldn't have manipulated her into becoming a Death Eater and she wouldn't have had Draco. And all of that wouldn't have happened. She was so afraid that her son would make the same mistakes she had... So yes, she had decided to protect her son and do everything she could to make sure he didn't become a Death Eater... Even if it meant lying or standing up to her husband or Lord Voldemort.

But unfortunately, the difference in sighs was noticed by the latter. He raised an eyebrow, questioningly.

"- do you have something to tell me Narcissa?..."

She looked up at him, quickly looking for an excuse.

"- no master... I'm just tired, please excuse me..."

Lord Voldemort snorted loudly. He wasn't fooled and he could see that the more time passed, the more Narcissa was moving away from his cause. And he was also tired of her overprotecting her son, he didn't know if she realised it but she was getting in his way. He sighed heavily before looking at the other people around the table before his bright red eyes landed on Lucius. A thought came to his mind, Lucius had disappointed him tremendously during the episode at the ministry when he had destroyed the prophecy by accident and he had already punished him for that but...

"- Lucius.

- yes master? Lucius turned his cold gaze from his wife to the dark lord with a more docile look.

- Kill her."

Everyone froze at his command, Narcissa could not believe her ears. She looked at her husband, watching for a reaction from him. But nothing, Lucius simply raised his eyebrows at the order, a little surprised before looking at her with his usual cold mask.

"- If you do, you'll be forgiven everything for the accident that happened at the ministry and you'll rise in my esteem. The dark lord rose and stood behind Lucius. She stands in the way of our cause... Haven't you noticed that she's been trying to keep Draco from joining us when he has so much potential. He leaned into her ear. Wouldn't you be proud to have him by our side?

- Of course I would, Master.

- Then kill her, she destroys any hope of him ever being in our ranks."

Lucius then stood up and stared coldly at Narcissa who was also staring at him in fear, she stood up to back away. She looked quickly at the others for help but they did not move, she looked at her sister who was smiling wide, then she looked at Severus who did not know how to react. He wanted to get up too and stand in front of her to protect her from Lucius or at least try to calm the situation down but he couldn't react, he knew that if he moved or said even one word he would be killed too. He was obviously afraid of dying but he also had a lot of responsibility... If he died, who would replace him as a spy? Who would give the information he managed to get to Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix? All his efforts would be in vain.

He gave her a faint look of total loss and despair, faint enough for only Narcissa to understand. And Narcissa forgave him completely, but for the moment she was extremely afraid, but she knew she couldn't run, by the time she ran, the unforgivable spell would have already hit her. So she tried to reason with him.

"- Lucius! Please, pull yourself together! You know very well that Draco is still too young and not yet mature to join us! I'm allowed to worry, right? Aren't you worried? He's your son!

- ahh... he sighed in reply. You are so disappointing... No, I'm not worried because I know he can do it and he has to start sometime, right?

- Lucius please... You're not going to kill me, are you?

- But the master is right." He replied simply.

He raised his wand to her and Severus tried something desperate.

"- Master! Are you sure you want her dead? That is... perhaps a little excessive... I mean, we could just not listen to her opinion anymore...

- Are you doubting me, Severus?

- Of course not, master... I just... I just wanted to... He didn't finish his sentence, if he continued, he'd get himself into trouble. Nothing... Excuse me for wanting to give my unwanted opinion master.

- You are forgiven everything my dear... You are far too important for me to hold a grudge..." The dark lord simply replied, placing his hands on his shoulders.

This disgusted Severus and he looked back at Narcissa with a look of terrible regret. Narcissa had tears in her eyes but gave him a slight smile to thank him for trying. She turned her attention back to Lucius and saw in his eyes that it was all for naught. She was going to die, right here and now. So she decided not to pretend anymore, it was no use anyway.

"- I hate you from the bottom of my heart Lucius... You destroyed my life and you will destroy your son's... Go to hell.

- Avada Kadavra!"

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My futur Novel

Genre: Apocalypse, Science Fiction and Uchrony.

Theme: Natural disasters, time travel, space, rocket, new habitable planet, saving humanity.

Name : In Memory of Myosotis.

Volume : 1 only.

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Synopsis: The world has always been better at technological and scientific research and has always evolved extremely fast, and one young person has experienced this.

The year is 2100 and Eden is a young man with no job and no degree. Unlike his best friend, Matt, who is a scientist and has just graduated. One day, Matt does the unthinkable, creating a time machine. But to their horror, the two friends couldn't even celebrate this success because the planet earth was destroyed, multiple disasters causing the end of the world. In a desperate move, Matt locks his best friend in the time machine and sends him back in time to save him in the hope that Eden can make things right. Will Eden succeed in saving humanity or will he simply be taken for a fool?

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Lovely Drarry (2/2)

Draco stared at Harry with wide eyes, unsure of how to react to what the dark-haired man had just said. He looked around, wondering if this was a bad joke. After all, Draco was doing him a lot of dirty tricks, so it could very well be revenge. But even when he looked around, he didn't see anyone, it was just the two of them. He refocused on Harry, who was waiting for his answer, genuinely stressed, and he noticed. Unlike him, Harry was a real open book when it came to his emotions, he was almost adorable at times.

"And can I at least know why?" Draco asked perhaps too aggressively.

"To be honest, it's for several reasons…" The Gryffindor thought about the words, then began to speak again after taking a deep breath. "Actually… I'm sick of hating you, I'm sick of being teased, picked on, harassed and that's even for my friends… I don't even know why you're being like this with us and if it's really just for the fact that I didn't shake your hand in first year then I'm going to tell you honestly, I think it's a lousy reaction… And also, I've been watching you…"

Draco was starting to get a sneer of a mocking smile on his lips, ready to retaliate in a scathing manner but he stopped when he heard the last sentence of his Nemesis. He looked up at him, urging him to continue.

"I've been watching you and I've noticed a lot of things that made me question everything I thought about you… I've noticed that you help others, not just your comrades, in a discreet way so that no one would catch you helping them… You are full of benevolence but you hide it behind a huge shell. I also noticed a lot of your personality which I find sincerely interesting, we have common points on certain things. So yes, I would like to learn more about you and I think our friendship could be really good. You're a good person Draco…"

The blond tickeled at the last sentence again as well as at the use of his first name which touched him. He remained silent, inwardly weighing the pros and cons of this potential future friendship. He finally spoke, with no animosity.

"You want to know why I'm doing all this to you?… I'm doing all this shit to you because… I'm jealous of your friends and especially of you. And you piss me off. You piss me off because you have a perfect life and yet you manage to complain about it, it's a real talent of yours. So yes, you lost your parents to Voldemort and you have a good scar now but that's really the only uncool thing that happened to you, but the rest is perfect!… I really wish I was you… Harry."

The dark-haired man listened carefully before smiling slightly at him. He smiled to reassure him, as if to let him know that he heard and understood his thoughts. He also smiled at the fact that it was crazy how little they actually knew each other.

After that, the two boys talked about their lives to better understand each other. And little by little, their discussions rambled on about many different things, asking sometimes awkward questions to get to know each other better, and they saw that they did indeed have a lot in common. This discussion seemed lunar to them, neither of them would ever have thought that they could have discussed like this without ending up killing each other.

Then, as the days went by, they would come to the same place to continue talking, spending hours without even realizing it. The friendship in question formed very quickly, but it changed just as quickly into love. They admitted it after several months, that evening, hiding in the room on request, where they did not let go of each other's eyes, as if the one who looked down would die.

They were true soul mates, but they would learn to understand that in time.

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Lovely Drarry (1/2)

Draco and Harry had been staring at each other for a few minutes now, as if anyone who looked down would die. They had both taken refuge in the Room on Demand to hide from the others and to be a little quiet, because nobody knew about their relationship, everybody, whether it was the teachers, their friends or the other students of Hogwarts, all thought that they were the worst enemies in the world but the reality was quite different.

They were soul mates, the two boys really fell in love during third year and surprisingly it was Harry who fell in love with Draco first. The Gryffindor had caught the blonde boy doing several good deeds in secret, like a shadowy superhero, during the first few months of the new school year. After this discovery, Harry had observed him more and realised many of Draco's qualities, which had completely changed his preconceptions about the Malfoy son. He had realised that the mean, haughty, mocking Draco was just a facade to hide a more sensitive, artistic and basically caring Draco. Once the dark-haired man had realised this, he had fallen completely in love with him and decided to try and change their status as enemies.

For Draco, it was a bit more complicated. He sincerely hated Harry out of jealousy. Because yes, Draco was jealous of Harry and he was jealous of everything, he wanted to have his fame, friends as loyal as his own, a life as exciting and a family that loved him, not like the blond one. Harry had everything to be happy and yet, when he passed him in the corridors, the Slytherin had the impression that the dark-haired man was complaining about his life and that could make Draco angry every time.

But one day, when Draco was studying by the lake, sitting against one of the trees, Harry dared to approach him after several minutes of hesitation. When the blond man noticed, he didn't understand at first and put on his famous mask of coldness.

"What the hell are you doing here, Potter? Don't you have any friends?"

"I do, but I wanted to talk to you."

Draco looked at him with round eyes before laughing a mocking laugh. He turned his attention back to his book on the art of magic, not even bothering to look at the dark-haired man.

"Get out will you, you're already taking all my energy."

Harry remained silent, he suspected that Draco would react like this. So he watched him for a few seconds before sitting down next to him.

"What's wrong with you, Potter? Pretend we're friends! Go on! "Draco grumbled.

"That's just it! I want to be friends with you. " Harry let out like a bombshell, he had thought of all the ways to say it but nothing felt right, so he decided to say it like this. Harry had never known how to say anything to people anyway. 

Draco stopped moving, looking his enemy straight in the eye as if he'd said the most insane thing in the world before bursting into a bitter laugh. 

"Of course! You embarrassed me in first year by not accepting to be my friend! And now you change your mind?"

"You insulted Ron that day, but I'm sorry if it hurt your feelings... And if we become friends now, I won't stop talking to Hermione and Ron... I just want us to start off on a better footing, you and I..." This justified Harry, which made the blonde man in front of him more than a little perturbed...

(To be continued...)