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Join the Dark Lord, they told him. Become a true Malfoy, they said. Only, he didn’t want to. Draco knew he had one shot at escape, one chance to get out of there and it all boiled down to one thing: Potter.
Draco didn’t know where else to go.
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He was in his home.
Day in, day out.
Eating his food, opening locked doors.
Taunting.
Watching.
Touching.
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There was only so much Draco Malfoy could take. He was intelligent, he could see what was happening, what he was fighting for, what he had to pay for a cause he didn't even believe in. He wasn't brave, he didn't rush into situations without thinking first. He wasn't a Gryffindor.
Draco Malfoy was a Slytherin.
And he was about to show the world and a certain green-eyed Saviour, how useful Slytherins could be.-
Make a plan.
Unite the Houses.
And persevere.
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Or: the one where the Houses reunite to kick Voldemorts ass while Harry and Draco are boyfriends—
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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."
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Harry Potter is unraveling. Years after the war, the weight of being a hero, the guilt, the trauma—it’s all too much. He’s exhausted, lost, and numb. No therapy, potion, or retreat has helped. As a final attempt, a desperate Hermione reaches out to someone Harry hasn’t seen in years: Draco Malfoy. Surprisingly grounded, Draco offers Harry something radically different—not romance, not friendship, but control, rules, and care in the form of a strict, protective, and emotionally safe arrangement. What begins as an odd agreement turns into something Harry never expected: peace.
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It didn’t take long to realize that it wasn’t normal—that Harry wasn’t normal. That no one else could see the strange lights and dented auras that surrounded everyone. Harry had learned at an early age to hide it, to tell no one else about it. It worked. At least until he encountered a boy in a robe shop with the largest light he’d ever seen.
But what did it mean?