I am now on 4234 words of progress since we started, woo. Working on a story for the HP 'Get Lucky' fest that I somehow signed up for, and obviously Number Seven. CHAPTER TWELVE, YOU ARE NOW MY BIATCH.
A snippet? I suppose.
“Potter?” Draco said, his gentle voice breaking Harry out of his daze.
“Yeah?” he asked unsteadily, eyes locked on Draco’s and unable to look away. He felt strangely vulnerable that he’d admitted that he probably wouldn’t cope without drinking either, and hoped that Draco wouldn’t turn spiteful about it. But no, Draco was just watching him with sad eyes, like they understood each other again, looking almost concerned-
“I’m going to throw up,” Draco said matter-of-factly.
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I am now on 4234 words of progress since we started, woo. Working on a story for the HP 'Get Lucky' fest that I somehow signed up for, and obviously Number Seven. CHAPTER TWELVE, YOU ARE NOW MY BIATCH.
A snippet? I suppose.
“Potter?” Draco said, his gentle voice breaking Harry out of his daze.
“Yeah?” he asked unsteadily, eyes locked on Draco’s and unable to look away. He felt strangely vulnerable that he’d admitted that he probably wouldn’t cope without drinking either, and hoped that Draco wouldn’t turn spiteful about it. But no, Draco was just watching him with sad eyes, like they understood each other again, looking almost concerned-
“I’m going to throw up,” Draco said matter-of-factly.