Draco lay staring at the wall with dry hot eyes, with something old and familiar clawing up the back of his throat: rage, pounding against the inside of his skull, and the curling thoughts of how to—how to hurt Harry back, how to get revenge, and he shuddered all over and sat up.
He stared at Harry, at the back of his neck where the hair was curling damply, and forced himself to say, “Harry. Don’t—don’t come again.”
I had to tweak some lines to make it work for the comic, but I really hope that the meaning was preserved!! I love this scene so much. I’ve come back to this fic so many times and always relish reading this part!
And HM . MGM. okay more rambling about just how much I adore this scene below the cut. No real spoilers for the fic (though it would be confusing if you haven’t read it), but I will be screaming a lot
for@gameofdrarry Exploding Snap Gryffindor Knockback Jinx card, an illustration for a fic featuring forced cooperation.
In the Great Hall, he slowly and cautiously loosened the chain between Harry’s wrists, one eye on the gears, until he thought he saw a faint flicker and yanked them five links tighter again with a jolt of panic. It wasn’t that much range of motion, but better than nothing. “Right,” Harry said. “Hermione said you’d better order me to do things.” His voice was still steady and even, as if he wasn’t afraid at all, standing three feet from a spell meant to slaughter him, in chains, in the house of his—well, his second-worst enemy. By a wide margin.
What’s Draco supposed to do when the war is over and no one is cleaning out the manor cellars? Why, do it himself of course. Which means that when he finds (what remains of) the prisoners, a nest of snake eggs, and a booby trap rigged to kill every muggle-born wizard in Brittain, he’s on his own. Oh, who am I kidding, of course Harry is going to help. This fic features ominously and perpetually turning gears, a loyal and interfering snake named Coil, Draco in 18th century regalia, and Harry Potter pretending very badly to be held against his will. And that’s just the beginning of the story.
