Hpeighthyear storie

"Truce?" Harry held out his hand hopefully with a weak smile. "I thought I was an obsess-" "Oh shut up, Malfoy." He bit back, but there was no real spite in his voice. Throwing his head back with a chuckle, he shook Harry's hand, electric sparks flowing through their touch. "Truce.". [an ongoing eighth-year drarry fic, updates on sundays]