Trying to breathe

Trying to breathe

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"Harry what did you do?" Draco asked. "I-..." Harry hesitated. Draco moved so that his hands were now resting on top of Harry's shoulders. "Harry," he said softly. "What did you do?" Harry's face crumpled as he started to cry again.
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"You feel like everything," Harry murmured against his mouth. "Like I've been waiting to come back to this my whole life without knowing what this even was." Draco clutched him tighter, almost angrily, "You don't get to say things like that." "Why not?" "Because I want to believe them and I don't believe in things Harry, because if i do, I never let them go." Harry looked into those stormcloud eyes, those long lashes, that mouth now kiss-bruised and honest,"Then don't." It happened in the middle of a duel. Anger flaring, magic surging, a spark too wild to control. One second, they were rivals. The next-they'd swapped scars. Harry Potter now wears the Dark Mark. Draco Malfoy bears the lightning bolt. What starts as confusion spirals into something deeper-because the scars aren't just physical. They pulse. They react. And as Harry and Draco are forced into a quarantine to contain the magical forces that go out of control every time they get far. This isn't a love story. Not at first. This is a story of fear, of inherited pain. Of enemies who share more than they ever meant to. Of skin that remembers, and touch that transforms. Never expect more than survival. Never expect the scars to disappear. Until maybe-just maybe-they do. Because when the line between hate and longing blurs, When scars fade with every truth told- What's left is something terrifying. Something real. Something like love. I dont own any of the harry potter characters, i just sort of make it into a bit more gay porno with a great plot! x Caution x This story begins with unresolved trauma, magical scars, emotional repression, and unspoken desire. It may seem like enemies with too much tension-but trust the process. The arc is slow, tender, and ultimately redemptive. Trigger warnings: • smut • Emotional intimacy • Lgbtq themes • Slow-burn romance • Canon-typical angst

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