And Draco did.
Blood rushed in his ears, through his brain. The world spun, then grew dark.
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He was dead.
No, he wasn't. His heart had just paused, unsure of what to do. Draco was slipping away, bit by bit. He clung to Harry's hand like a lifeline.
He didn't even know if it was real or not.
Draco didn't know how much longer he could stay like this. He couldn't remember anyone, anything from his past life.
Except for Harry.
Images began to shoot past Draco's eyes.
A young boy with broken glasses and black hair. As Draco called out his name, the boy spun around. Harry Potter.
Draco reached out a hand, expecting Harry to take it.
He refused.
Draco's heart snapped in two.
He woke up screaming.
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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...
