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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,137
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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*disclaimer, i don't own any thing from harry potter*
Draco Malfoy smirked at his reflection, “only one more year Draco”. Finally, 7th year had arrived. He was almost free; free to leave home, free to do things his own way. Ah, how he would relish that freedom. Then he remembered and his face hardened. His freedom would never be his. The Dark Lord would see to that. He had already had. Draco could see the hateful faces that would approach him, the fists, the hatred, and the mutters. He had, after all, killed Dumbledore in a fashion. He regretted it. You’re not a killer, Draco wanted to hurl. Maybe the old buffoon was right, maybe he wasn’t a killer. The famous wizard had been at his feet and yet he couldn’t find the strength, the hatred or a reason to cast the curse.
Draco sighed, he didn’t need this now. He really just wanted to have the normal 7th year of ruling the grades, graduation parties and random fun for no reason. But now that this happened, he didn’t know what he could do. He knew that for sure, he was returning to Hogwarts. It was the only place that he had that the Dark Lord hadn’t taken from him. And even the school was partially out of his grasp. Draco sighed again in frustration, frowning as he did so. Why couldn’t anyone understand that he had had to do this? That if he hadn’t, he and his whole family would be dead? No, they were too worried mourning the dead man. They didn’t care; he had no place for kindness in any of their hearts. Draco’s face hardened with hate, his silver eyes turning into steel coldness. No, he was on his own now.
Draco Malfoy smirked at his reflection, “only one more year Draco”. Finally, 7th year had arrived. He was almost free; free to leave home, free to do things his own way. Ah, how he would relish that freedom. Then he remembered and his face hardened. His freedom would never be his. The Dark Lord would see to that. He had already had. Draco could see the hateful faces that would approach him, the fists, the hatred, and the mutters. He had, after all, killed Dumbledore in a fashion. He regretted it. You’re not a killer, Draco wanted to hurl. Maybe the old buffoon was right, maybe he wasn’t a killer. The famous wizard had been at his feet and yet he couldn’t find the strength, the hatred or a reason to cast the curse.
Draco sighed, he didn’t need this now. He really just wanted to have the normal 7th year of ruling the grades, graduation parties and random fun for no reason. But now that this happened, he didn’t know what he could do. He knew that for sure, he was returning to Hogwarts. It was the only place that he had that the Dark Lord hadn’t taken from him. And even the school was partially out of his grasp. Draco sighed again in frustration, frowning as he did so. Why couldn’t anyone understand that he had had to do this? That if he hadn’t, he and his whole family would be dead? No, they were too worried mourning the dead man. They didn’t care; he had no place for kindness in any of their hearts. Draco’s face hardened with hate, his silver eyes turning into steel coldness. No, he was on his own now.