Harry Potter | Echoes of Memories (Drarry Short Fic)
Something is wrong. Draco Malfoy feels it with every step he takes through the chilly corridors of Malfoy Manor. The shadows seem longer, the whispers closer, and the weight of a secret drags through the rooms. The nights are restless, filled with echoes he can't place, while hazy memories hover at the edge of his consciousness.
There are looks he doesn't understand, unspoken gestures, and a silent tension that no one dares mention. His parents speak to him as if they are always on the verge of revealing something terrible, but they hold back as if silence is the only thing protecting them. Draco wonders if they know what is happening to him.
And then there is Harry. Always him, always there in the moments when reality distorts the most. Draco doesn't know if it is a coincidence, a twist of fate, or something more. Potter's gaze pierces his defences, challenges him, and at the same time offers a strange comfort that Draco cannot explain. There is something between them that has never been said, but that pulses in the shadows, something that pulls him closer, even when he wants to run away. Maybe Harry sees what no one else sees. Or maybe he is just another piece of the puzzle that is forming around him.
!WARNING!
This story contains explicit scenes of sexual and psychological aggression.
Do NOT read if you are sensitive.
