magic
Magic sings in Draco like a second skin. It always has. Maybe it’s the sort of thing that happens when you’ve been saturated with it since you were born.
Harry’s going to lose his magic. It’s not about birthright for him, not anymore, not when the Elder Wand has drained his core. It’s worse when Harry can see in Draco all that his own magic could have been.
He tries not to feel jealous. Most days, he succeeds.
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