Drarry-Metallic

"Hiding how we feel isn't going to save you any good. It might even be considered a skill to hide behind a fake smile and a laugh for normal society to accept you and skip all the questions you won't even ask yourself. But sometimes it's better when we take off the curtains around our feelings and let it out..." -A Loved One 🤞

After about seven years, and the Second Wizarding War with Voldemort and Harry, Harry's pleas to for no contact between more than Ron and Hermione were broken when he and his companions were told to come back to do the seventh year they missed. Unless he didn't want to get a job, he'd have to. And so he did.

It pained him to see any empty seats while eating any meals. Or being in any classes. It was all a constant reminder for how many people died for him to live. And the fact he wasn't just the boy who lived once, but now TWICE, was a complete insult to everyone who gave their lives for the Chosen One.

With all this guilt put onto Harry's shoulders, he never realized the constant quarrels and conflicts with Draco Malfoy had been decreasing violently. He never noticed until he caught himself trying to sneak looks at him or catching Malfoy looking or glancing in his way very frequently.

Draco was like a drug. He was the key to happiness; something he had never felt for so long. And then the nightmares started. Ever since they got close. Why, though? But Harry could never leave Draco even if he had to cry every hour of the night watching his own dreams...

Yet something is different. Something is very different for the boy who lived. Harry is having to hide a secret from everyone. The fact he is a bloodsucking demon is NOT easy to conceal. The need to stop himself from sucking everyone's lives out is enough, but the pale skin and red eyes? Not so easy.

What happens when the whole school finds out by one simple misunderstanding?.....
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Notes
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Suicidal Thoughts, Cussing. 1 suicide attempt