When you realize you've started feeling sorry for the person who's been fighting you since you were eleven, things start to get weird!
In the dungeon on Friday afternoon, Harry Potter stared blankly at his cauldron.
It wasn't because the potion was too difficult, or because Snape was picking on him again. It was because he'd accidentally caught sight of the bruises on Draco Malfoy's wrist.
The purplish marks were hidden beneath his school robe's cuff, fresh and shocking, exactly like the ones he'd seen in the mirror as a child.
From that day on, the Chosen One seemed like a different person.
He'd zone out and lift his cup to his mouth, stare at the ceiling in the middle of the night, and take three seconds to respond when Ron spoke to him. Most outrageous of all, he secretly went to the Hospital Wing for some dittany, put it in a pale purple pouch, drew a crooked little heart on it, pretended to be a girl with a crush on Malfoy, and slipped it into a locker in the Slytherin changing room.
When Ron learned the truth, he was horrified. “Are you a pervert, Harry? That's Malfoy! Draco Malfoy!”
Harry couldn't explain why he was sticking his nose into his arch-enemy's business.
He only remembered those bruises, Draco's forced nonchalance, and the soft gasp from the changing room next door when the pale purple pouch was accepted
Then he realized that somehow, he couldn't stop feeling happy.
Apologies for the OOC!!!
The pairing is Harry/Draco.
Little Draco isn't being abused; Harry's just imagining things.
The story begins in 1992, Harry's second year at Hogwarts, so it's only natural for the kids to be a little naive.
Very, very beautiful ~ a treasured author! The emotional line is natural and the plot line is complete ~ Highly recommended
Hold on, please kick me when you're done 😳