#i know he doesn't say 'potter' in the book but lemme have this ok

[the-invisibility-bloke]

you trick and treat? Great... *makes woohooo ghostly noises*

Oh hi! I wanted to write you something cool, but all that came to me was fluff...

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harry x draco | 225 words

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"Scared, Potter?" Malfoy asks at the start of their first duel.

"You wish," Harry spits back with a lick of fire, just enough to burn. Not enough to melt those ice-grey eyes that haunt him in the dark.

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"Scared, Potter?" Malfoy asks when the war is over and they’re standing in front of the castle gates on their final First of September.

“Not really.” Harry tries to flatten his hair. “Bloody relieved, aren’t you?”

That’s when Malfoy smiles at him for the first time in seven years.

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"Scared, Potter?" Malfoy asks on their first DMLE assignment, frozen half-solid and crouched in a shack at the edge of the last surviving Death Eater stronghold, buried in six feet of snow.

“No.” The confession is visible, a wisp of breath that steams from his lips, weaving into Malfoy’s. “I’m not scared. I’m with you.”

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“Scared, Potter?” Malfoy asks when he leans in, fucking finally, close enough that ice-grey eyes melt to a summer-dawn blur. The tart, earthy Pinot clings to his tongue, ripe blackberry and spice.

Harry grins. “Scared you’re too gutless to do it.”

Malfoy rolls his eyes, curls a hand around the back of his neck, and slams their mouths together.

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“Scared, Potter?” Malfoy smirks at Harry across the altar.

Harry smiles and takes his hand, slides the ring onto his finger. “You wish.”