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    “Prince Draco.” The sound of the guard’s voice sent a shiver through him.

    “You may speak,” Draco said carefully.

    “I apologise.” Potter’s voice had an aching edge of sincerity to it, none of the snark from before. “An Alpha isn’t able to control who… responds to his scent.”

    Anger flared in Draco’s chest. How dare this guard make some assumption about what Draco could sense? “Apologies are for equals. You’re less than nothing to me, guard,” Draco spat. “Don’t you dare assume otherwise. You’ll speak only when spoken to, or you’ll find yourself exiled from this kingdom without a sickle to your name.”

    “Yes, my prince.”

    My prince. His voice, rich and dark. His scent, musk and spice and loamy earth. It wasn't proper for a guard to smell that way. To make Draco's spine draw taut as a bowstring, to kick up sparks in the pit of his belly. Like a promise. Like a calling.

    Draco wondered if the guard could smell him. If he could feel Draco's body responding to his scent, wanton and ready. Slick.

    He cast the guard a final glance, chest tight and cheeks hot.

    Draco needed to rid himself of this guard. And soon.

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    on chapter 7

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    Eight years after the war, Harry is an auror, and he is a drunk. An ordinary stop at Malfoy Manor, to dismiss Draco from his probation, reveals a disturbing secret: Draco has obliviated himself, and he has no memory of who he is.

    Harry becomes determined to fix him, and together they help untangle each other from their shared web of trauma and grief.

     
    “It was his birthday yesterday. I got him a pair of Gouldian finches—he was so excited. You know, he used to hate birds? The peacocks terrified him when he was small.” Narcissa sniffled and turned back to Harry. “Twenty-six years old … and he can’t be left alone for ten minutes.”

    “What happened to him?”

    Narcissa took a sip of her tea; she pursed her lips and blew on the cup’s steaming surface.

    “Draco tried to obliviate himself, Harry—last year on Christmas.”

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    13 May 2025

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    Awaiting Chapter 14!

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    When Draco Malfoy falls into a cursed sleep and can only be woken – at least, according to the Daily Prophet, that impeccable source of truth – by ‘true love’s kiss’, Harry Potter knows there’s no way on earth he’s the answer to this particular riddle. Is he . . .?

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    04 Dec 2023

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    On Chapter 19.