This is a story of Harry and Draco's relationship, there is angst, may contain some trigger warnings, of the sexual abuse, or physical and mental abuse variety, and there is also mature scenes. This story is all over the place at times and is one of the first ones I've ever written so I'm sorry if it kinda sucks.
Also, bit of a disclaimer, I like working music into the stories, as well as reading ones that do that same thing, such as inserting lyrics as if theyre being sung in someone's head, or for karaoke nights, or just adding them when the plot fits the lyrics, as well as making the characters use them as references to things, so I'm sorry if any of you lovely readers aren't a fan of this
I sadly do not own any of the characters that are in this story. They entirely belong to J.K. Rowling. (I know I don't like it either but sadly it's true)
Disclaimer: the story is written during their sixth year at hogwarts (half blood prince) but Snape is still potions master, and Angelina Johnson is still quidditch captain, for how I wished to write this story, those were details that needed to be changed.
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.