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Draco is sorted into Gryffindor.
It's all part of the plan, really.
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Neville had said that wouldn’t help, and he is the resident expert on breakdowns.
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In the middle of their second year, Draco and Harry discover they're soulmates and do their best to keep it a secret from everyone.
Their best isn't perfect.
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“Are you trying to get killed, Potter?” Malfoy drawls, stalking forward. Quick as a serpent himself, he reaches out and grabs the snake just below the head. It thrashes in his grip, but is no longer able to bite anyone. “This is a poisonous snake, and I doubt anyone brought a bezoar with them.”
Harry glares. He opens his mouth, and feels the beginning the snake’s language pass his lips, and this isn’t what he wants, what’s the point of insulting Malfoy if he can’t understand him –
Malfoy’s eyes widen. He slaps his hand over Harry’s mouth, “Potter, what the hell–”
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This is such a good fic that I’d willingly subject myself to being tied to a gravestone while surrounded by Voldemort and all his Death Eaters, just to read more.
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“BLOODY HELL!” Lee Jordan shouts from his typical place at the commenter box, and Harry doesn’t look over but he’s sure McGonagall is yelling at him. “DID YOU SEE THAT? DID WE ALL SEE THAT? DRACO MALFOY JUST MADE, AND I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M SAYING THIS, A SPECTACULAR THROW! MALFOY CHANGING POSITIONS IS THE WORST THING THAT’S HAPPENED TO THE GRYFFINDOR TEAM SINCE CHARLIE WEASLEY GRADUATED!”
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“She’s our only sister,” George says, amused. “You don’t need to specify demonic, it’s implied.”
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“Don’t be like that, it’s time to put all of your mother’s training to use!” he says cheerfully.
“You want me to write something?”
“No.”
“…You want me to marry a man for his money, kill him, and make it look like an accident?”
“Blaise!” Draco pus a hand to his heart. “Mrs. Zabini would never! How could you say such a thing about your own mother?”
“I’ve met her,” he says dryly, “Well, those are the two skills she’s impressed upon me, so I’m not sure what else you could need me for.”
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An event to celebrate the three Triwizard Champions. And that twat Harry Potter.
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Lavender gets to her feet, “It sounds fun! Where’s your sense of adventure, Neville?”
“My grandmother keeps it in her handbag,” he says, “under lock and key, and under threat of permanent grounding.”
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“I love that woman,” Sirius says, “She’s so willing to sell her morals away, I really admire that in a person.”
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He’d really prefer if Susan didn’t drag him into sex closets.
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He retreats to the Gryffindor table and sits next to Seamus, who would never do something as awful as be nice to him out of nowhere.
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“Being a fish for an hour is better than death.”
“Unless you get eaten by a bigger fish,” Ron says, “Then it will be both.”
“Thank you, Ron,” he says, “That’s such a cheery thought.”
Ron claps him on the shoulder, “Here for you mate, whatever you need.”
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“Dropping out sounds nice,” he says, “I bet they don’t make drop outs compete in death tournaments.”
“Of course they do,” Sirius says, “It’s called the job market.”
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What’s Pettigrew going to do with a dead boiled baby?
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It also occurs to him that if anyone were to find this out of context, it would look like Voldemort is sending him love letters.
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“Sometimes accidental necromancy just happens.”
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“Are you studying? Without me?” By the way she says that, she would have been less scandalized to find them having an orgy.
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“So, how have things been since you punched Voldemort?”
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“Getting you off the hook for supposedly murdering over a dozen people isn’t even the most complicated thing I’ve done this morning.”
Harry checks the clock. “It’s eight thirty.”
“Yes,” he agrees.
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Ron turns to him. “What just happened?”
Harry places a hand on his shoulder. “I know I say this a lot, but I want you know I really mean it.” He pauses. “I have no idea.”
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“Thank you for that very confusing answer. I’ll think of you while crying myself to sleep.”
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“What do you do when you like someone?” he asks.
“I don’t know. You tell them? You get kidnapped and wait for them to rescue you and then you fight a giant snake and a dark lord together? Or just play chess, we did that for a while, but we were, you know, twelve.”
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Asim frowns. “I feel like I’m being manipulated.”
“It’s because I’m manipulating you,” Draco says.
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This nearly causes the unfortunate circumstances of him smiling in Snape’s direction, which would certainly be a disaster.
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“People say stuff,” Ron says. “What do they expect me to do? Forget?”
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“Excuse me, Harry’s always up to something. I’m just usually standing next to him.”