Word Count: 92,700 Approx.
Summary: “No,” Harry said, by way of greeting. Malfoy’s blonde head rose slowly, carelessly. “Get out.” // “I feel as though we’ve already established this, Potter,” Malfoy responded. “And I feel that what we established was that you telling me to get out of places really doesn’t make me more likely to vacate them.”
This is a really amazing fic. The story starts the day Draco arrives to Ireland, to the house Harry’s been living for the last few years along with other people, to do his Potion mastery. Harry does not react well. ^^ And he’s even less thrilled to find out they are going to share a room. There’s a lot of antagonism at the beginning, but eventually they start being able to be civil and then get to know each other. There’s the physical attraction, which they are both fighting, but while all this is happening they are still dealing with trauma from the war, which makes it even more difficult for them to leave the past behind.
It’s incredibly touching though, so many beautiful moment of them dealing with war trauma, slow burn with a lot of sexual tension (eventually resolved) and they working through their issues. Truly awesome. :)