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'I think it’s time we spoke', green eyes bore into cold grey ones. A shiver ran down Draco’s spine.
'Fine, sit.' Draco drained all his energy in staying emotionless. His final defence was to feel less, to hurt less, 'What is it that you would like to discuss?'
'I think it’s time we stop all of this' Harry’s fingers ran through his dark waves, 'I’m tired, I can’t love you anymore. I’m sorry.'
'You can’t or you don’t?'
'What?' Dark eyebrows furrowed together as Harry’s mouth grimaced.
'Well which is it? Can you not love me anymore? Or do you not love me anymore?' Draco needed to hear him say it. Draco needed him to mean it.
_____Harry makes the mistake of listening to others and Draco makes the mistake of not saying enough.
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Inspired by Manchester Orchestra’s The Gold–Phoebe Bridgers Version
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18 Jun 2026
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Draco is transported through space and time when he accidentally touches an object deep in the vaults at Gringotts. He appears twenty years in the future at Harry Potter's doorstep, realising that nobody knows who he is, and that his wand was useless. No money, no magic, and no idea how he got there, he relentlessly pursues Harry's help until Harry, unwillingly, gives in. As they traverse the lands of Scotland, the hills of Wiltshire, searching for answers, they become closer, and when Draco finds a way back, he can't decide which way is home.
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04 Jun 2026
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It's a warm summer day and Lucius plays a game of chess with his son
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02 Jun 2026
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Harry and Draco arrive at platform 9 3/4, this time to send their kids to Hogwarts.
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17 May 2026
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Draco woke in a panic, his heart hammering against his ribs. The ceiling was wood, looking rustic, and the air smelled of pine and earth, not flowers. Dread, cold and heavy, pooled in his gut as his vision cleared to reveal a group of strangers looming over him.
The man in front was tall and intimidating, with jagged scars on his face and a piercing glare, shone, and made fiercer by brilliant green eyes. A sob hitched in Draco’s throat. Kidnapped. The Crown Prince, taken like a commoner leaving a tavern!
The sheer indignity!
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- Part 5 of From Twitter
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15 May 2026
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Draco’s cries subsided into pitiful sniffles. He stared up, waiting.
“Honestly, give him some food or something,” the man named Ron suggested.
At the word ‘food,’ Draco’s crying ceased entirely. He blinked wet lashes. “Seafood, please. If you have any.” He sniffed.