Malfoy wasn't Harry's type. Really, he wasn't. Even though he'd significantly changed over the summer, Harry wasn't interested. But there was something about how he flirted with other guys (not to mention how eagerly they reciprocated) that put Harry on edge. Maybe it was how those steely blue eyes would twinkle when he grinned at them. Maybe it was the blush danced across his cheeks when they spoke to him softly about things that made Harry hot under the collar to think about. Perhaps it was how he sometimes grabbed their ties with nimble fingers to pull them closer, and how a small part of Harry's brain wished Malfoy was pulling him closer like that.
"It's... it's not good," Harry tells them lowly. "They've given him a month's time, only."
There is so much he needs to explain, but his head is foggy and exhausted and he can't think properly, can't think of how to relay all that he's learned.
"Have you heard of Alucinatio?" is what he starts with.
"The Daydream potion," Hermione says. "The person who intakes it experiences very vivid and realistic daydreams of all they could ever want, but is essentially in a severely catatonic state out in the external world, incapable of any basic functions."
Harry nods. "Somebody's given it to Malfoy." He remembers the tattered remains of a black cloak wrapped around Malfoy. "I think it might have been Professor Snape."
They take a minute to process that.
"And... the cure?" Ron asks.
"Tears of anyone the experiencer craves love of," Hermione answers.
Draco shifts his head as he turns to look at Scorpius, his cheek touching the pillow. "Did you know that…" He pauses, his throat convulsing, and it sounds audible in the silence, besides Michael's steady, even breathing from the other bedroom.
Scorpius is staring back at him, in wait of something new to learn, a beautiful and intelligent child. He has Draco's mind. He has Draco's eyes and nose and mouth and hair. He is his. All his. All he has of Michael are his wild curls and the green of his eyes, and sometimes he looks into them and imagines that they aren't Michael's, but someone else's.
Draco leans his head closer, biting the quiver out of his lips before he breathes a laden and shuddering exhale, and he whispers, "You are my star in a big black sky."
Harry has a pash on a certain Slytherin. Draco has a snake that’s refusing to eat. When Draco asks him to use his Parseltongue skills to help, Harry sees the opportunity he’s been waiting for. There’s just one small problem: Harry can’t bring himself to tell Draco that he isn’t a Parselmouth anymore.
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Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
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James proposes and Sirius is very confused. In more ways than one.
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