After the war, whenever Harry tried to get closer to Draco, Draco silently pushed him away. Until Harry could take it no longer and demanded, exasperated, to know why.
Draco said, "Potter, it's too late."
Too late. Voldemort had been defeated, you had won, Gryffindor had won, and the Ministry of Magic had already tipped the scales in your favor. And now you want me to set aside Slytherin pride and the dignity of the Malfoy family, lower my head, and rely on you?
Harry grabbed Draco by the collar and yanked him close, shouting in protest, "You know that's not what I mean!"
Draco closed his eyes, suppressing the emotions surging within him, and said each word slowly. "Let go of me."
"I won't!" Harry roared. "Draco Malfoy, don't think I'll ever let you go!"
If it was too late now, what about going back to the past? Back to when things could still be changed. Would you be able to let go of your thorns and stay by my side?
Please note:
1. Harry/Draco.
2. A sweet story, though there will be a little angst.
3. Happy ending. Planned length is around 40,000 words, give or take. I'll try to update daily. An extra chapter when the collection count passes 100.
4. In the films, Harry's scar disappeared in the end, but it didn't in the books. In this story, it disappears.
Theme:
Sang (dry) heart (got) sick (beautiful) crazy (beautiful)
Of course, there is no problem with life safety, but it is hard to talk about chastity?
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Collect it, mainly read Tieba