![]() So when he was staring at a tumescent Potter and a scared Granger, should he have turned him in like his father would have or tortured her like his aunt would have? Draco wasn’t sure what it meant for him when he did neither. His father was a coward and his aunt was a sadist, and Draco was related to both of them by blood. Sleepiness and hopelessness was not a very nice combination, but it certainly made for an interesting crying session.ĭraco was so prepared to be saved by Harry Potter, that he didn’t know he’d have to end up saving Harry Potter instead. Real-Draco, however, could only stare at his unlocked window until his eyes started to drop until he knew no one would come that day. Then Draco would ask the most important question, that depends will you be in that great, bright house too?Īnd fantasy-Potter would say, of course, your room will be next to mine. I live in a great, bright house with clean food and no one there can read your mind or torture people do you want to come? What a war, yeah? Yeah, why are you here? Why, to take you away, of course. ![]() Some of the blood got on my food and I couldn’t eat anymore. I ate with a dead body rotting in front of me today. ![]() And Draco would pad over to him and say hello, how are you? Potter would reply, Fine, and you? And the conversation would go on. And Draco would spend his night, as he did every night, fantasizing. ![]() So far Potterwatch ended with not a sigh about Potter, and Draco would creep back to his room, unlocked his window, and leave a sliver of opening in his bed drapes so he could see it. But Snape was useful for one thing, and that was keeping the thing that was keeping you alive far away. Draco fantasized about Potter - a suicidal act when Voldemort was raking through your head anytime he fancied. Now his family’s captors wouldn’t be able to hear Lee Jordan’s cheerful mockings of them, that which still made Draco’s palms sweat with anxiety.ĭraco tuned in every time, because he hoped one day they would have Potter on there, and Draco could just hear his voice, just once more of something other than a curse yelled out in a bathroom. It was small and damp and was made so no sounds could go out because his ancestors didn’t want to hear their servants’ cries. There was only one part of the Manor that Draco could slip to and from undetected.
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