「 ever so slightly neutral 」
"How could you do this to me, Potter? After all we've been through together? All the nights we spent kissing under the moonlight, all the times we had to secretly sneak into each other's bedroom, trying not to make a sound and all the butterflies, the kisses, the memories. Don't they mean anything to you?"
Draco's trembling voice finally spoke up, breaking the dense silence between them. His silver grey eyes glistened with tears, his whole body was shaking and he could feel his heart breaking apart as he looked into the other's eyes and saw no emotions.
"Malfoy, you know we wouldn't make it, whatever we had had together didn't mean anything."
Harry shrugged his shoulders, trying not to show the yearn to hold the fragile blond boy in his arms. However he wanted to refuse it, he couldn't deny the fact that he missed Draco. His heart still fluttered whenever he was around the Slytherin. He always found himself absent-mindedly staring at Draco's pink lips, craving to kiss him as passionately as he used to.
Deep down, Harry knew...
he was still madly in love with Draco.
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LITTLE POPPET ↬ DRARRY
Fanfiction"He calls me his poppet and he loves me." » a bunch of random drarry one shots with no actual beginnings or endings » a lot are top!harry and bot!draco ; several are the reverse ; others are not specified meaning it's up to your imagination to deci...
