HAPPY SUNDAY, EVERYBODY!This chapter is Special because I've been planning it since Long Before I wrote it, and the end of the chapter features MUSIC! YAY!
Unfortunately, I can't promise regular publishing after today, because y'all now have everything that I've written except for the chapter that I'm in the middle of writing. I will admit I had hoped I'd be done writing the story by now.
Here's the link to the mixtape that Harry and Draco listen to at the end of the chapter. As a reminder, it was given to Harry as a Christmas present from Charlie and Alex, so, you can only imagine the subject matter in the mix. I am also very proud to say that the music is accurate to the era and setting in which they would have begun exploring gay culture. If y'all end up enjoying this idea, let me know and I will try to incorporate music into future chapters and/or fics!
Even though the format I am sharing is a Spotify playlist, this is meant to mimic a real mixtape, which means the music should be listened to in the order that shows on the list.
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5nIkqYWMp4xfucTrvDYitS?si=8jCtJAzHQ6ONoXQTE71s5g
Without further ado, please let me know what you all think, and, as always...Enjoy!
They had one week until Draco's intake appointment. Hermione had just left Harry's living room, insisting that they call her if they had any questions at all.
"Remember, February fifth, noon. Let me know if you want me to join you, I'll gladly clear my schedule."
One week, and Harry couldn't decide if he was relieved or if he was beside himself with anxiety.
Harry and Draco locked eyes.
Draco looked... astonishingly calm. Harry searched for something to say, looking for any indication of Draco's thoughts. After months... Draco finally had an appointment. He was going to finally get some help, finally be able to figure some things out. Harry thought it was probably at least a bit frightening, the prospect of having an appointment, being evaluated.
"So, er..."
"I, Uhm..."
They interrupted each other then paused, waiting for the other to speak. Finally, Draco did.
"I... have an appointment."
Harry nodded, unsure whether Draco was framing it as good or bad.
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
Silence settled over them again. Harry bit his lip, avoiding eye contact. He took particular interest in a napkin that seemed to have fallen onto the floor. The silence was pressing down from all sides, beating, alive with the pulse of uncertainty. When Harry could bear it no more, he finally took his chances and spoke.
"How're you feeling?"
Harry caught just enough of a glance to catch Draco blinking and crossing his arms.
"I dunno," Draco said. "I... am not sure what to think."
Harry nodded. "That's fair."
"Could we go to the market today?"
Harry looked at Draco. He hadn't quite expected such a pivot, though it wasn't exactly unprecedented. The question hit Harry like a punch in the throat for reasons he couldn't quite understand. He'd been meaning to go to the market for the longest time, now. It was becoming more obvious with each passing day, but even so, it surprised him that Draco was asking about it. Harry searched Draco's expression for the hidden meaning, the thing Harry obviously must have been missing. Was this another shot at avoidance? ....Did it really matter? Draco's face remained tentative and cautious, as if he'd sorted through a dozen other options and landed on this one as the least likely to tip either of them over. Harry sighed.
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Cicatrices- Marks That Remain
Fanfiction"Whoever conceals their sins does not prosper, but the one who confesses and renounces them finds mercy." Draco stopped, closing his eyes for the briefest of moments. He thought of the scars on his left arm. He thought of the scars across his torso...
