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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
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back at school
Draco just stared at the compartment door as it slammed shut. Who exactly did Potter think he is? Draco clenched his fists and fury bubbled in the pit of his stomach.
Harry fucking Potter. Honestly, what were people playing at, worshipping such a prick?
Draco sighed, Scarhead was right no matter how loathe he was to admit it. He had to be careful about not getting murdered.
“this isn’t my fucking fault!” Draco turned around and punched the compartment wall, the resulting pain only serving to add to his frustration. Still fuming
over Scarhead’s words, Draco proceeded to leave the compartment, flinging his invisibility cloak over his shoulders and securing the hood so that the august winds
would not blow the cloak off and betray his presence. He quickly slid into a seeming less horseless carriage and gathered the folds of the cloak around his feet.
When the castle came into view, its many turret’s and blinking windows caused a mixed feelings of good and bad to well up in his chest. He withdrew a
breath that he hadn’t realized he was holding and pushed open the door stuffing his cloak out of sight. Taking a deep breath, he edged out of the carriage. Luckily,
no one had noticed him yet.
Draco saw one glance at him and he quickly threw his hood over his head. It started to rain and soon other hoods followed his own so he didn’t look too
odd. Draco gave a silent sigh of relief and followed his trudging classmates. The walk up to the castle doors was way too short and soon Draco knew the inevitable
would come.
He watched the others take off their hoods and with great trepidation, he slowly removed his own. He was fervently hoped that nobody would remember
him but his creamy alabaster skin, his silver eyes flashing and the torchlight gleaming in his blond hair was a dead giveaway. Draco heard an audible loud gasp go up
and he kept his gaze hard and cold, inwardly cringing.
“what?” he said coolly, schooling his features to blankness, hiding his alarm as a gryffindor stepped toward him, fury etched into his face. Draco was
surprised to feel anger filling his veins instead of fear and he glared daggers at the intruding boy, “are you thinking of hitting me boy?” He hissed watching in
amusement as the Gryffindor looked startled and halted. Draco could feel hatred and hurt pounding in his ears and he swept coldly past all the students, spotting
Potter’s head shaking as he entered the Great Hall.
Harry fucking Potter. Honestly, what were people playing at, worshipping such a prick?
Draco sighed, Scarhead was right no matter how loathe he was to admit it. He had to be careful about not getting murdered.
“this isn’t my fucking fault!” Draco turned around and punched the compartment wall, the resulting pain only serving to add to his frustration. Still fuming
over Scarhead’s words, Draco proceeded to leave the compartment, flinging his invisibility cloak over his shoulders and securing the hood so that the august winds
would not blow the cloak off and betray his presence. He quickly slid into a seeming less horseless carriage and gathered the folds of the cloak around his feet.
When the castle came into view, its many turret’s and blinking windows caused a mixed feelings of good and bad to well up in his chest. He withdrew a
breath that he hadn’t realized he was holding and pushed open the door stuffing his cloak out of sight. Taking a deep breath, he edged out of the carriage. Luckily,
no one had noticed him yet.
Draco saw one glance at him and he quickly threw his hood over his head. It started to rain and soon other hoods followed his own so he didn’t look too
odd. Draco gave a silent sigh of relief and followed his trudging classmates. The walk up to the castle doors was way too short and soon Draco knew the inevitable
would come.
He watched the others take off their hoods and with great trepidation, he slowly removed his own. He was fervently hoped that nobody would remember
him but his creamy alabaster skin, his silver eyes flashing and the torchlight gleaming in his blond hair was a dead giveaway. Draco heard an audible loud gasp go up
and he kept his gaze hard and cold, inwardly cringing.
“what?” he said coolly, schooling his features to blankness, hiding his alarm as a gryffindor stepped toward him, fury etched into his face. Draco was
surprised to feel anger filling his veins instead of fear and he glared daggers at the intruding boy, “are you thinking of hitting me boy?” He hissed watching in
amusement as the Gryffindor looked startled and halted. Draco could feel hatred and hurt pounding in his ears and he swept coldly past all the students, spotting
Potter’s head shaking as he entered the Great Hall.