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Draco Lucius Malfoy is none other than Lucius Malfoy's son. Like father like son, they say is true. But who knows what really lies beneath the hard exterior that is Draco's facade.
Harry Potter was the boy who lived in the cupboard. Now he is the boy who lived.
Harry and Draco take on friendship, but it quickly blooms into something else. Trusting Harry with his life, Draco has divulged secret information to him about an attack the Voldermort is planning to pull. Worried, Harry takes this information to McGonagall. Staying in Harry's protection for nearly a week, Draco ran away from Harry because of the highly likely suspicion that he could be killed if anyone found out that he blushed out information from death eaters. And also because he wants to protect Harry from that danger.
Harry finds Draco, but soon as he does, Draco is up and running again. Two weeks later, he returns. The toughest game of Quidditch between Gryffindor and Slytherin ensues and Draco breaks it to Harry that he has to leave shortly after. This cause an uproar between the relationship of the two and now Harry is alone.
Snape and McGonagall devise a plan that ensures Draco's safety with Harry and he can't run away again. Together they train, but what happens when Harry hurls himself in front of Draco to protect him from an oncoming curse. A suspiciously dark curse that was aimed by Voldermort himself. The prophecy says 'One cannot survive without the other'. As the curse hits Harry, something powerful happens. Will it be enough to save him, or will it leave Draco brokenhearted for the rest of his life?
Oh what terrible woes.
Read more to find out about the drama filled relationship of the two boys named Harry and Draco.
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Harry's POV:
I rapped my knuckles against the oak door. As I waited for an answer, I turned to Draco and smiled. He gave a small smile back and I furrowed my brows a bit.
The door opened and I was met with a man roughly the same height as me. His messy brown hair was covered by a beanie, with the fringe poking upwards. He was of aristocratic features, with a slightly pointed and chiselled jaw. He had pale skin and blue eyes.
"Are you Emmery Ricci?" I inquired with a thought. "Who wants to know?" Emmery leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. "I'm Harry Potter. I was told that I could find you here." His eyes lit up with recognition and he straightened from the doorframe.
"Of course, Harry potter! Emmery Ricci at your service. What can I do for you?" Emmery was jovial in tone and I could sense Draco hiding behind me slightly.
"Emmery, meet my fiancé, Draco. I promised a friend that I would find you. And here you are." I explained as Draco gripped my hand tighter.
"It's nice to meet you." Draco quietly spoke. I narrowed my eyes slightly as the two shook hands.
Draco gets nightmares from the war. And I thinks he's still a little bit angry at me for not telling him that I wasn't going to die. In thought of it all, I rubbed slowing circles on Draco's other hand that I was holding.
"Right. And who would that friend be?" Emmery questioned again and I smiled at him. "Does Malovent ring a bell?" Similarly as I thought, he froze in his movements and turned a little paler. His eyes darted to the floor and then back to me.
"Please come in."
When Emmery turned around, I pulled Draco in for a kiss. It was filled with remorse and regret. A sorry kiss that could only explain how I felt through the connection of lovers lips. "I love you, don't forget it."