Harry felt extremely cold. No blanket or hearth fire
was able to warm him, he had already tried it. He had even asked Madam Pomfrey
about it but she had declared him completely healthy for once and sent him back
to Gryffindor tower. But being with his house mates only made it worse. Not
only that they told him he didn’t feel cold and he was only imagining things
but whenever they touched him or were close to him he began to feel sick,
almost like he was allergic to human contact.
It had been this way since he had arrived at Platform
9 ¾ in September and now, in early October, he still had found neither a reason
nor a cure to his strange sickness.
On the other side of the castle Draco suffered from
similar symptoms, the only differences being that he constantly felt like his
body was on fire and that he knew why this was happening.
When he had turned eighteen a few months ago, he had
come into his Dragon inheritance and according to his mother he would only feel
content in close proximity to his destined life mate. It had started when he
had arrived at the Platform 9 ¾ to attend his last year at Hogwarts, when he
had first seen his mate. But considering that the Platform had been packed he
now only knew that they had to be in his year because whenever he was in class
he felt slightly better.
When he had found out about that, he had been relieved
as it was much easier to find his mate in a few handfuls of students than in
the whole of the Wizarding World or, even worse, in the Muggle World. The only
problem now was that his year mates ignored him as much as possible, he was
always sitting on his own in class or was assigned an unwilling partner and
when he met one of them in the corridors they ignored him. The silence was
often harder to cope with than insults would be. He could defend himself
against any and all insults and accuses but he couldn’t do a thing to make the
deafening silence and accusing looks stop.
okay but imagine harry making a group chat for his friends from hogwarts just because and draco is there too but he literally never talks because he’s all like “that’s a muggle thing phew” but really he didn’t know how to use that
AND the first time that draco actually talks in the group chat is to send a video of harry who stubbed his toe on a table and is lying on the floor curled up into a ball screaming “I DIDN’T KILL VOLDEMORT FOR THIS”
and then the camera switches to draco’s bored face and with the most monotone voice ever he says “the boy who lived twice” and he’s holding a clock that shows 4:27am
While I did love working on that film, and I will always love the character I got to play, I do want to distance myself from that franchise. I don't want to be known for that role alone, I want to be known for all my projects!
I!!! AM!!! DRACO!!! FUCKING!!! MALFOY!!!! how DARE yoU INSOLENT MUGGLE FUCKS!!! I MUST GO BEFORE I AM LATE FOR POTIONS SLYTHERIN FOR LIFE HISS HISS MOTHERFUCKERS!!!! POTTER!!! WHAT THE EVERLOVING F U C K MY FATHER WILL HEAR OF THIS
what? *taking off jacket* i told you to bring more layers but of course you didn't listen and now *piling scarves on draco* now look, i've got to make sure you don't FREEZE to death and *taking somebody else's hat* how long have you been cold you should've said something sooner,