Harry, he said once he could see again. Harry, Harry, Harry, he repeated.
His heart did, too.
Har-ry. Har-ry Har-ry.
Y-yes? Harry asked.
Draco held out a hand. It was trembling, and pale, bloody and scarred and broken.
This time, Harry took it.
Draco's heart soared. Harry did love him.
At least a little bit.
Draco clutched the hand with both of his and held on tight.
And never let go.
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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...
