two of a kind
for the @drarrymicrofic prompt set
Potter’s abandonment at Grimmauld Place is a greater offense than Draco’s temporary confinement. Potter won’t look at him, or talk to him. Just as well.
For weeks, Draco ushers Potter from kitchen to garden to bed. He practises speaking aloud without bracing for a Crucio.
Then: footsteps before dawn. Potter pads straight into Draco’s arms. Lays his head on Draco’s shoulder.
“Nightmare?” Draco asks, throat closed.
“Not anymore,” Potter answers.













