ART/ FIELDS OF GOLD / for HDRBB
FIELDS OF GOLD for harrydracobang is out! I was very lucky to have pineau-noir pick my art to create a fic ♥ Everyone needs to read it. It’s the best sort of love story.
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When Pansy had first seen the bathroom, she had proposed marriage. When Draco had refused, she talked extensively about hiding bodies and learning how to brew Polyjuice.
As there was still an hour and a half before Draco was set to arrive at Hermione and Weasley’s, Draco drew himself a bath, adding some of the scented oil Pansy had given him for his last birthday.
Alone, Draco let his mind conjure a thousand reasons why Potter might want to see him, why he’d visited C’est Vin.
Potter was dying. Draco was dying but only Potter knew about it. Draco was going to Azkaban and Potter was trying to warn him. Weasley was angry that Draco and Hermione were friends, so Potter was going to warn him off. Someone told Potter about Draco’s feelings for him and of course they weren’t reciprocated, so Potter needed to let him down gently.
Draco’s breathing started to get short, fast, and he closed his eyes. Remembering all the tips his Mind Healer had given him after the war, Draco focused on breathing in and out in a steady manner. He counted to five on the inhale and exhale, slowing each count, until he was completely filling his lungs with the fragrant air of his bath.
“It’s probably something daft like Potter wanting a donation for The Wix Rainbow Collective,” Draco shakily told himself.
Reaching over to grab his wand, Draco flicked it at the drain and the water started to lower. He stood, letting the water run off his body. A quick Hot Air Charm dried him enough to walk to the shower. He placed his wand on the sink and stepped into the shower, adjusting the taps to as hot as he could stand.
Thoughts whirled through his mind as he washed the oil away and made himself focus on getting clean instead of all the worst-case-scenarios his mind could come up with.