A huge thank you to the amazing @soliblomst for the tag on this! Your writing is so inspiring and I’m so grateful for the inspiration you’ve given me to write my newest fic after such a long hiatus!
Anyways, here is a snippet of my current WIP, which will be posted on my AO3 with the title, “When We’re Older.” It is a fic about how Harry and Draco had been friends as children, but Harry did not remember it because he had been obliviated to forget his childhood best friend. The spell, however, was not overly effective, and when the two boys are forced into talking to each other, trying to settle their differences, Draco begins to say things that Harry can’t help but feel he’s heard before. The fic starts immediately after eighth year and continues throughout the course of Auror and Healer training, while looking back on memories of his eight years at Hogwarts. The childhood friendship comes back to Harry with a series of visions and dreams that all seem to feature a blond boy with a snobby attitude. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?
Here is a snippet from Chapter 2 (which has not been looked over by my lovely beta yet, so don’t mind any errors!):
“Oh finally. This show was starting to get a little bit boring, if you ask me,” a drawling, cold voice resounded through the booth.
Everyone looked around to locate the voice, but Harry knew even before they made eye contact who had made the snide remark.
“What do you want?” Harry asked.
“To change the channel on this show, of course. It was getting depressing. There wasn’t even any snogging,” Draco Malfoy groaned.
“Change the channel?” Harry was confused.
“What? Don’t you have a television at home? Oh, of course you wouldn’t. Saint Potter doesn’t have time to watch the telly, what with all the worlds he’s saving. He’s lucky if he gets a fifteen minute break for lunchtime,” Draco jeered.
“I don’t see a television in the room, Malfoy, so you must be mistaken.”
“Why, your little lover’s reunion with Thomas, of course. I must admit, your acting was rather poor during this scene, Potter. Maybe you should take some extra lessons? Everybody knows that those scenes are accompanied by a fierce snogging sesh- except, perhaps, for you.”
“As I said, you must be mistaken. I’m not dating Dean Thomas,” Harry insisted.
“Ah, well no wonder your acting was so flat. There’s no.. what’s the word? Ah, chemistratum. There’s no chemistratum between the two of you,” Malfoy remarked.
“The word is chemistry. And of course you wouldn’t even know how to even say it properly, considering that you don’t, and never will, have it,” retorted Harry.
Malfoy looked furious. He scoffed.
“I do too have chemistry! I have so much chemistry that actors from the top productions around the country are asking me for lessons with it. You’re the one without chemistry. Maybe I should teach you.”
Harry paused. “Wait a minute. I just realized something,” Harry said.
Malfoy pretended to look shocked.
“Wow! It’s taken seventeen years of your life to have a coherent thought? I’m impressed.”
Harry could feel his blood rising. His rivalry with Draco Malfoy had always given Harry a rush that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. Harry straightened his back.
“On the contrary, I believe you should speak what’s on your mind, Potter.”
“Well, I was just going to say that you seem to have a great understanding of gay shows on the telly. Anything you want to admit?” Harry sneered.
It was Malfoy’s turn to gape. His pearly complexion became tinted with blobs of splotchy pink up the back of his neck and on his cheeks.
“I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about,” Malfoy stammered.
“Are you sure? Because it sounded to me like you were waiting for the snogging on your ‘show’ so that you could join in.”
Draco’s blue-grey eyes turned dark.
“Fuck you, Potter,” Draco whispered.
“I’m sure you’d love that, Malfoy,” Harry stated flatly.
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