Draco sat cross-legged on his bed, a hand raised to his hair. A snatch of moonlight shone through the window, illuminating his silvery blonde locks ethereally. He loved it, when the earth was silent, when the world was still, when all that can be heard is the soft puffs of breath from the people surrounding him. It felt as if he owned the moon and the stars, and painted them in bright colours. His thoughts drifted back to the 'unexpected' meeting in the dark involving har- Potter- he meant Potter, in which he gave out his first detention. If anything, there was a slightly sick and twisted part of him that would do anything to keep the Chosen One close.
Whether it was climbing a tree to hold his attention, or distracting him in the middle of a quidditch match- simply because he felt he wasn't getting enough reaction from the green eyed boy- Draco would anything to make himself known to the Saviour of the Wizarding World. If he couldn't be his friend, he would be his...? Enemy should be the correct answer, after everything they've done to each other, but did he really hate Harry James Potter? It's too late for this.
As his mother always said, the morning is wiser than the evening.
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Somewhere in the sparsely lit room, a shrill alarm clock went off, and continued screaming until Draco pulled himself out of the nest of stuffed animals he had created, and knocked it off the dresser - to which it started to emit a steady pour of thick, green smoke. Damn Pansy and her stupid cursed clock. Slipping a small pocket watch off the table, the blond checked the time. 8:45pm, Saturday. Oh shit. He was at least a good hour late for the detention he had set with Potter. How the hell did he manage to sleep throughout the day, and most importantly, his hellish alarm clock? Draco practically leapt into an oversized Slytherin green sweater, and his black joggers and dashed out of the door.
Then he rushed back because he had forgotten his shoes.
So much for the morning being wiser than the evening.
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I'm over here just really hoping this whole book doesn't just fail 🤭
-R🧚
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FanfictionDISCLAIMER: I kind of don't like this fic, so read at your own risk 😭 --------- Harry Potter was a saint - or at least that's what it looked like. Nothing he did was ever remotely wrong or laced with bad intentions. Everyone said it, the image of p...
