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right i need to complain ab life so ignore this if u must

basically im STRUGGLING with writers block and i mean struggling bc i have all of these draft books ready with a plot and notes etc but i cant actually write them like the book im currently writing is on its 20th chapter and idk how to keep going without rushing it like ik what im writing but idk how to write it

that didnt make sense but thank you for your time

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~no pov

It was coming up to the one year anniversary of one of Harry's most traumatising experiences. Though it had been over a month, Harry hadn't forgotten the locker room moment.

Neither had Malfoy.

See, in this time, Harry had been left alone by the Silver Trio. Malfoy started being nice to him in science, and helped him rather than exclude him.

Harry actually learnt some things, but he'd never admit it.

Malfoy was being nice in general. The only people who bullied him were Crabbe and Goyle, and his four other unnamed bullies.

But even though the blond was no longer harming the brunet, Harry still avoided him to the point he was often late to lessons. He didn't trust him, not yet.

And he hoped that being distant would make Malfoy forget what he may or may not have seen.

Besides, every moment near him made him feel like Louis was back, specifically because the anniversary was coming up.

"So, Christmas is near." Malfoy was trying to start a conversation with Harry.

"Cool." Harry feigned a smile. He hated Christmas for more reasons than one.

Malfoy cocked his head. "You don't like Christmas?"

Harry ignored him. He didn't need to go into the fact that every Christmas he cooked and cleaned but never got included by the Dursleys in their family dinner. Or how Vernon would get spectacularly drunk and beat the shit out of him as if it was tradition.

The first few days of the two-and-a-bit-week holiday was "go crazy" time when it came to being hit in the face. Bruises heal in around two weeks. No one ever noticed them.

Harry didn't need to talk about how one time Vernon was so wasted, he confused Harry for Petunia and touched him somewhere he didn't want to be touched. Lord knows how the short boy was confused for a tall, horse-faced woman.

And because he "insinuated it", Harry got pushed down the stairs. Vernon was disgusted by the thought of touching his nephew in such a way, as if the abuse was better.

Luckily for Harry, he managed to fall into a pile of coats and bags, protecting his body from getting hurt too bad. He only sprained his wrist and bruised his shoulder. It only required ice.

Harry got called a faggot the moment he went back up the stairs, because he "liked" Vernon touching him.

So no, Christmas wasn't a holiday The Boy Who Lived was fond of, but he wasn't going to explain all of that. Nor was he going to explain the third reason.

"I love it." Harry replied bluntly.

"I sense a story behind this. What happened to you on Christmas that's made you hate the nationally-loved holiday so much?" Malfoy propped his head and his hands and looked at the brunet.

He looked cute. But Harry ignored him.

"Don't be that way, Potter."

"What way should I be, Malfoy?" Harry rolled his eyes. "Open like a fucking book? Spill my secrets like the acid that spilled on my hands? I'd rather not."