fluff and a little angst, minor character death, singing yeah 😂 voldemort-free zone guys, hurt comfort, enjoy uwu
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Bloody fucking hell!
There were thousands of students in Hogwarts, hundreds of Muggleborns, a handful of students that can do it instead but Professor Burbage picked–
Draco Malfoy.
A student who knows nothing about this Frozen season 2 movie and not to mention a Pureblood, to be acting it out. Oh, how far he had been in this disgraceful world. And not to mention, it's gonna be performed in front of the entire school and the worst part of all his co-stars was Harry fucking Potter! Was she crazy?! There is no way he'd–
"Come on, Draco," Professor Burbage's kind eyes coaxed him, smiling gently. "I can't only take in the half-bloods and the muggleborns in the project. This is a unity where every student is one whole. Nothing separates you. No blood status, no Houses, no hierarchy of old family names. Nothing. Just you, Draco. You won't be there as Draco Lucius Malfoy. You'll be there as just Draco, a regular boy who will be having fun."
Draco quivered under her eyes.
"I think it's time for you to stand up on your own, make your own name, be your own self without your family hovering behind you, echoing in every one of your actions, yes?"
He ducked his head down defenceless and agreed to her request.
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"Put on a little more emotion to your acting, Draco! You're too stoic and stiff. Anna is a carefree teenager who grew up to take over her throne after Elsa," Professor Burbage instructed.
"As if Malfoy is capable of emotions. They're all dementors, I tell you, existing to suck in everyone's happiness away," Weasley snorted somewhere behind him and he burned bright red, turning around with poisonous anger. His eyes flashed coldly, making the Golden Trio flinched away. "Your emotional range is the size of your intellectual! Which is none! Your head is only filled with air!" he spat and threw the script down. "Fucking pig!"
"Draco," the professor started but he turned to face her, eyes glassy.
"No, I'm not doing this. Find a better Anna to act this stupid project!"
He bristled, taking his bag and left but not after hearing Granger smacking Weasley at the back of his head, hissing, "Ronald! How could you say that to him?! His mother just passed away not even a week ago! I'm so disappointed in you! You say he doesn't have any emotions but I think it's you who don't have any! Honestly! Be sympathetic and empathetic for once!"
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Draco sniffled as he sat with his legs dangling over the Astronomy Tower, letting the cold air engulfed his entire being. He leaned against the wall tiredly, clutching onto his mother's cloak tightly in his embrace. He remembered how his mother used to make him favourite delicious homemade apple pies when he was younger, a special recipe she said she learnt from Sirius Black before they parted ways after she married Father, who also learnt them from Lily Evans, Potter's mother.
He then remembered idly a song his mother used to sing to him for bedtime.
Without himself noticing, he closed his eyes and sang brokenly, desperately grasping for her warm hugs:
Where the north wind meets the sea
There's a river full of memory
Sleep, my darling, safe and sound
For in this river all is found
