"For Merlin's sake, Harry, put it away!" Draco couldn't get along with Harry Potter with only his head visible. But deep down, he was glad he had persuaded Harry to come along.
For a long time, Draco was the only one living in the Malfoy manor. Without anyone else.
A building this size should have looked abandoned, but its grandeur had only grown. A little messier, a little older, but magnificent.
He took a quick glance at Harry's apathetic demeanor and entered the manor. With a gentle flick of his wand, he lit the white flames and took a furtive peek to make sure Potter was in the manor.
The green-eyed boy fell lazily on the couch. Draco leaned against the edge of the table near Harry and placed his hands on either side of the table. He had waited a long time for this moment. His ambition gave him no more time.
"Aren't you going to tell me what happened?"
Harry didn't even move. From the disappearance of his eyes, it could be inferred that he had put his arm over his eyes.
"After two days I found you in this messed up shit and now you are sitting here comfortably and saying nothing?"
Potter stood up and put on his glasses, propped his elbows on his knees and lowered his head.
"Harry, this has been going on for two days now! If you don't do anything, it will be too late. Do you want me to inform the Weasleys?"
"No." For the first time, he heard Harry's husky voice.
Short and serious.
"What do you mean...?" the words petered out in Draco's mouth. Harry stood up and grabbed Draco by his collar with angry steps. Shouting.
"It's over! Do you understand, Malfoy?!"
His voice sounded as if it might break at any moment. Draco looked at the God of Wrath and Sadness before him with round eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but Harry continued.
"Yes! I did it! I broke every single glass in that house!"
The glass statue on the table cracked.
"There was love potion in all of those bottles..."
The sound of breaking glass was deafening. Draco was petrified. There was nothing he could do.
"My Ginevra gave someone love potion!"
With Harry's last scream, the surrounding windows exploded. Draco squeezed his eyelids together. He didn't know if he was doing it to keep himself away from the glass or to avoid Harry's gaze.
"Satisfied now? Did you get your answers?" Harry's cold and quiet tone didn't allow Draco to say anything. He could only stare at the poignant face hanging in the air. He minced his fist on the table he was leaning against, catching the shards of glass in his hand.
His gaze followed Harry's invisible footsteps as they grew farther and farther away. Now he was sure that he shouldn't inform the Weasleys.
With one last thump on the table, his face returned to normal and he left the shards of glass he had picked up somewhere nearby.
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•|Blood potion|• HP
FanficA house whose door is half open is not a good sign at all. Especially if that house is the house of Harry James Potter, the famous Auror of the Ministry of Magic. Blood Potion tells the story about two years after Ginny and Harry's marriage, regardl...
