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Mortal Temples of a King: Chapter Eighteen

Read here! "Mate," Weasley tried, "It's a good idea."

Harry shifted until his hip touched Draco's.

Then it was Granger's turn, only she stopped speaking to Harry, and faced Draco straight on. "Are you actually going to hide while Harry does your fighting?"

He still hadn't traced the conversation to this point, and fumbled for an answer. He didn't manage before Harry spoke for him. "You think I'll keep a level head if I know he's within his reach?"

Granger didn't back down. "You'll keep a level head breaking into Gringotts with Ron and me. I expect you to remember we're at war."

Harry stared at Draco, and something in his gaze sent prickles down Draco's back. It had been some time since he'd gotten that level of intense scrutiny from Harry.

"We'll need the cloak at Gringotts," Harry said at length.

"There are other invisibility cloaks."

"None like mine."

"Say something," Weasley snapped at Draco. "Stop cowering behind Harry's feelings."

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Mortal Temples of a King: Chapter 19

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She cleared her throat, caught out. "I just can't believe anyone would take a brand like that."

Draco continued his preparations. He sensed where this conversation would land, and wanted to steer away from the inevitable. But Granger didn't play by his rules.

"You'd prefer I was dead then," he said, hoping it caused her even a brief moment's hesitation. Though, he'd wished her dead plenty of times. Fairness entailed she did the same.

"Aren't you always prattling on about how important you are? He wouldn't have killed the son of his financier."

"Father was in Azkaban at the time," Draco said, running his thumb gently over the knife's edge to test the blade. "If he killed me, resources would have gone to Mother."

"I just think he wouldn't have killed you. He would've hurt you, certainly. But—"

"One scar and suddenly you're an expert in pain?"

Given her huff, that wasn't the proper response. A nagging little voice told him that he hadn't told Granger what all had been done to him, and that Harry wouldn't have either, but he easily buried that down. Bellatrix spent two minutes at most cutting Granger's arm.

Draco spent two years being tortured daily. She didn't know pain. She couldn't fathom it.

"Have a monopoly on suffering, do you?"

"No more than yours on self-righteousness."

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small comforts

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MT 19 Sneak Peek

"Something to say?"

She cleared her throat, caught out. "I just can't believe anyone would take a brand like that."

Draco continued his preparations. He sensed where this conversation would land, and wanted to steer away from the inevitable. But Granger didn't play by his rules.

"You'd prefer I was dead then," he said, hoping it caused her even a brief moment's hesitation. He'd wished her dead plenty of times. Fairness entailed she did the same.

"Aren't you always prattling on about how important you are? He wouldn't have killed the son of his financier."

"Father was in Azkaban at the time," Draco said, running his thumb gently over the knife's edge to test the blade. "If he killed me, resources would have gone to Mother."

"I just think he wouldn't have killed you. He would've hurt you, certainly. But—"

"One scar and suddenly you're an expert in pain?"

Given her huff, that wasn't the proper response. A nagging little voice told him that he hadn't told Granger what all had been done to him, and that Harry wouldn't have either, but he easily buried that down. Bellatrix spent two minutes at most cutting Granger's arm.

Draco spent two years being tortured daily. She didn't know pain. She couldn't fathom it.

"Have a monopoly on suffering, do you?"

"No more than yours on self-righteousness."

The cauldron rattled against the table when Granger slammed her palms into it. "You wouldn't change a thing, You'd still take his mark. You'd still help him kill Dumbledore."

"There's no sense in you lecturing me while I'm working."

She abandoned the pretense of working, spinning to face him. Draco, however, continued to organize the workbench, refusing to surrender to her anger.

"Harry deserves better than you."

Draco considered this while checking on the quality of the Knotgrass. He held one up to check how the light refracted off of it.

"Potter makes his own choices," Draco said.

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the way you love

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i check your blog and works like some stalker ex(weird opening im sorry); you've quite frankly got me obsessed with your works i sometimes lay in bed thinking about them and I've read both mortal temple and within the hollow of the crown like 12 times and actually am also super vested in mercy of the fire too, Im tempted to write you a poem to tell you how much i love your work but then even that would fall short to convey how much i love em since i dont quite got the skills to write you a poem id love to draw you fanart for your fic!!, any scene that you love or would like to see orr just feel like, as a mayhaps thankyou for all the amazing work you do and how much i appreciate you for it! and ofcourse if you dont want any thats completely alright too! thank you so much for all your works and i can not wait too see whatever you do next! take care of yourself and i hope you have wonderful day! <333 xoxo

Twelve times??? That's motivation to continue if I've ever heard it! (For Mercy too!) There are a couple of scenes that I really like trying to visualize. From HC, the scene of Draco and Harry on the bridge. The apparition scene is another fun one. From MT, Draco in that red robe set from the gala early on. Or Draco and Harry on the beach. Being able to draw is such a talent.

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Hello!! I just wanted to say that ive been reading within the hollow crown and its sequel back to back and i am obsessed!!! I love your pacing and dialogue.. its truly aspirational. I find myself literally muffling my delighted squeals behind my hands when im reading in a way that I have rarely done since I was a child. Thank you for transporting me back to that feeling of joy !!

Thank you so much!! I'm always so happy to hear that something I've written can create that kind of reaction. I'm so excited to share everything that happens next!!

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They are figuring it out

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The look of love

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Do you realize how much their classmates must have suffered having watch them stare at each other across 4 tables at every meal for 6 years? Like imagine you just want to learn some magic and hang out with your friends and instead you become the unwilling witness to Whatever It Is Potter And Malfoy Have Going On.

When they finally get together in 8th year they think people will freak out but mostly everyone’s just relieved because them actually being an item is way less uncomfortable than what they were doing before.

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Okay, lately it’s just unavoidable—I always end up drawing these two 🙈🤣❤️ This time, the drawing is dedicated to the fanfiction *Shifting in the Sand* on AO3. I honestly don’t know who wrote it because it says it’s an orphan account, so if anyone knows, please let me know ✨️❤️

Anyway, I hope you like it 🥹❤️

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Mortal Temples of a King: Chapter Eighteen

Read here! "Mate," Weasley tried, "It's a good idea."

Harry shifted until his hip touched Draco's.

Then it was Granger's turn, only she stopped speaking to Harry, and faced Draco straight on. "Are you actually going to hide while Harry does your fighting?"

He still hadn't traced the conversation to this point, and fumbled for an answer. He didn't manage before Harry spoke for him. "You think I'll keep a level head if I know he's within his reach?"

Granger didn't back down. "You'll keep a level head breaking into Gringotts with Ron and me. I expect you to remember we're at war."

Harry stared at Draco, and something in his gaze sent prickles down Draco's back. It had been some time since he'd gotten that level of intense scrutiny from Harry.

"We'll need the cloak at Gringotts," Harry said at length.

"There are other invisibility cloaks."

"None like mine."

"Say something," Weasley snapped at Draco. "Stop cowering behind Harry's feelings."

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Mortal Temples: Sneak Peek

"You can't let him see," Draco said. "Don't put this on him."

The scars were Draco's doing, not Harry's. But Harry's infuriating goodness would take hold of the blame. Harry wouldn't be able to let go or forgive himself. Harry couldn't die knowing he'd left Draco marked like this, in some ways, worse than Voldemort's mark. 

Harry's expression crumbled the moment he entered the kitchen. He rushed to Draco, taking his face in his hands, horrified eyes flickering up and down the scars. 

"What is this?"

"What curse did you use on him?" Bill asked, too calm in light of Harry's panic. 

"You're saying I did this?" Harry caught on. "This wasn't him?"

"It's not—" Draco began, at the same time Bill said, "The silver is cosmetic, just bound to your curse."

When Harry moved to touch one of the scars, Draco grabbed his hand to pull it away. Harry didn't need this on him. It was an errant, silly thought; the curse wasn't contagious. But Harry was good and Draco was not, and this only revealed that divide. 

"Harry?" Bill prompted.

"Sectumsempra," Harry said, breathless, unable to look away from the damage he falsely believed he'd caused. 

"That can't be right. He'd still be bleeding."

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I'd hoped to post today, but I'm halfway through my third draft of this one. I've gone from 8200 words to 9700.

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Mortal Temples: Sneak Peek

"You can't let him see," Draco said. "Don't put this on him."

The scars were Draco's doing, not Harry's. But Harry's infuriating goodness would take hold of the blame. Harry wouldn't be able to let go or forgive himself. Harry couldn't die knowing he'd left Draco marked like this, in some ways, worse than Voldemort's mark. 

Harry's expression crumbled the moment he entered the kitchen. He rushed to Draco, taking his face in his hands, horrified eyes flickering up and down the scars. 

"What is this?"

"What curse did you use on him?" Bill asked, too calm in light of Harry's panic. 

"You're saying I did this?" Harry caught on. "This wasn't him?"

"It's not—" Draco began, at the same time Bill said, "The silver is cosmetic, just bound to your curse."

When Harry moved to touch one of the scars, Draco grabbed his hand to pull it away. Harry didn't need this on him. It was an errant, silly thought; the curse wasn't contagious. But Harry was good and Draco was not, and this only revealed that divide. 

"Harry?" Bill prompted.

"Sectumsempra," Harry said, breathless, unable to look away from the damage he falsely believed he'd caused. 

"That can't be right. He'd still be bleeding."

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