đ Fic Snippet: [Shrink] Chapter 1
Drarry | Post-war | 8th Year Hogwarts | Slow burn | Heavy themes, happy ending | WIP (updating as I go)
âIâll tell you just once, Petersonâvery nicely,â Harry sneered into the boyâs shocked, frightened face. âIf I ever hear that you, or any of your dumb friends, repeat that stunt with Malfoy from earlier today, I promise youâll be lucky if you end like Williams. I reckon you heard what happened to him. Do we understand each other?â
âYes, yes,â Peterson nodded frantically. âWhatever you say, Harry.â
âGreat. Let this information sink in properly. And let the others know as well. No one is to touch him, talk down to him, or even look at him wrong from now on.â
Harry let go of his throat.
âNow get lost.â
He watched Peterson fumble for the things fallen out of his schoolbag and then run down the corridor. With a curse, Harry wiped his face. This was tiring. Annoying. Why couldnât he just let this Malfoy thing be and focus on what was really important? Why couldnât he look away and forget?
Why, for Merlinâs sake, did it have to be him who noticed that Malfoy wasnât eating his dinner again tonight?
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