desire .

The Language Of Snakes

ao3 author: MissDrarryDawn

summary: If there is one thing Harry Potter learned from the war, it's that life's too short to hesitate. There's only one chance to go after the things you wanted. Of course, Harry Potter wouldn't be Harry Potter if the thing he wanted wasn't unattainable. The stakes were too high, and he wasn't going to risk someone's safety and well-being over his selfishness. Letting them go was the safer alternative, although painful. However, despite this decision, Harry can't bear to leave Hogwarts without ever telling them. So, what does he do? He tells them, absolutely everything...in Parseltongue.

"Potter what the actual fuck?" 

Draco snapped at the Gryffindor, who had come up to him a moment ago, stood there for a minute staring, and has now started speaking...in Parseltongue. He was hissing something, and Draco didn't understand a single hiss. He didn't stop, or even flinch when Draco yelled at him, just stared the blonde right in the eyes and kept hissing for England.

"No, really Potter. What the fuck are you doing?" Draco tried again, crossing his arms across his chest. He was grateful for everything Potter did for him during and after the war, but that didn't mean the prick could just go up to him and hiss at him out of bloody nowhere. Potter just kept hissing, voice dropping and rising in tone, some hisses short and cut off, some long and throaty. It sounded very smooth and deep, but Draco still didn't understand a thing. He stared into those dumb green eyes, but for the first time in nearly 8 years, Draco couldn't decipher a single emotion out of them. Usually, Potter's eyes gave him away, whether it be rage or happiness, you could read it straight out of his green eyes. Now, though, they were veiled. Not a single emotion came through. Completely blank. It thoroughly freaked Draco out. Was he cursed? Suddenly, he stopped hissing, and after another moment, turned around, and just walked away. What. The. Hell?

"Oi Potter! For Merlin's sake stop! You can't just--" Draco ran to catch up to him and grip his arm, turning him around forcefully.

"Let go Malfoy." His voice was soft and somber. 

"What the hell was that?" Draco asked, gripping harder.

"Nothing Malfoy. Please just...let go.." He begged, voice cracking at the end. This alone startled Draco enough to drop his arm helplessly, and watch him walk away. 

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The second time it happened was 2 weeks after the first incident. Potter approached him, and started to hiss, telling him something in the language of snakes. In the 2 weeks between incidents, Draco had been unsuccessfully stalking Potter, attempting to get an answer out of him, but he always just shook his head gently and walked away. It was infuriating. Pay attention to me dammit! Now, the bastard comes to him only to start hissing again. This time, Draco wouldn't let him get away with it so easily. As soon as Potter turned around to leave, Draco grabbed him again.

"Now you fucking tell me what the fuck you were telling me Potter." He barked, harsher than he'd intended if Potter's flinch was anything to go by. He, again, turned around, and just gently shook his head, eyes never leaving Draco's own.

"Tell me." Draco whined, not even caring he sounded like a child.

Head shake.

"Tell me." The blonde whined again, more drawn out this time.

Head shake.

"Tell meeee!" Draco pouted, still holding Potter's arm.

A charming grin broke out on Potter's face and he shook his head once again, face falling once more.