I HAD TO DO THIS REALLY FAST ROUGH SKETCH OF THEM SORRY IF THINGS ARE OFF I TRIED TO DO IT FROM MEMORY!
THESE TWO WOULD GET ALONG SO WELL!!! AND THEY’D FIGHT EVIL FOR ALL THAT IS GOOD AND RIGHTEOUS AND FRIENDSHIP IS THE BEST THING EVER! AND HUGS ALL AROUND! AND THEY’D BE SO CLUELESS ABOUT MODERN SLANG AND I JUST NEED THESE PRECIOUS DORKS IN MY LIFE OKAY?!
PLEASE STOP WITH ALL THAT DRARRY ANGST my little baby heart can't take this. I tried to scroll past but your short stories are so precious so I read them anyways
Your little baby heart needs to toughen up because the world is much more than just fluff darling. So here’s some more ;)
With shaking hands, Draco looked at the wand he was gripping tightly. It was his. Hawthorn. Unicorn hair. The one that Harry had won over him in school. That meant that Harry was the one who controlled this wand for that time. And it was only when they finally got together did he let Draco simply disarm him in order to get his wand back.
He then looked at his other hand which was gripping tightly a wand that was just as familiar. Pheonix feather. Famous. Harry’s. It was now in his grasp, but it wasn’t won over. That meant that if Draco’d use it, it would probably backfire and whatever spell would just end up terrible.
Good. that was how he wanted it to go. He didn’t deserve quick, he deserved suffering.
If he used Avada Kedavra on a wand not his own, how would it ‘backfire’, since death is already the farthest you could go?
Long, slow death.
long, painful death.
Aiming it at his chest, Draco took a deep breath. He gripped Harry’s wand tightly, and prayed to whatever god there was that they would understand that he believed that he deserved this upon himself.