When Draco looked into Harry's eyes, he saw his favorite color. The color that had haunted his dreams, shaded his mind for days and nights.
Green.
Draco wanted to lift a hand and touch him. To touch his Harry. To be in his arms. But Draco's limbs would not respond.
Mal- Draco? Harry asked. Draco sucked in a breath when he heard the boy speak.
His voice is like a song, Draco thought to himself.
And he never wanted it to stop playing.
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Poisonous Dreams √
Fanfiction(A Drarry Fanfiction) After the battle of Hogwarts, Draco is broken. No magical doctor or spell can heal him, because it's not his body that's broken. It's his heart. Draco doesn't know why. He doesn't understand these feelings. But he starts to onc...
