[Once again, Draco is out in the snow - something that seems to be a newly discovered habit of his, despite how often he'll complain about the cold. At the moment, however, the cold seems to be the farthest thing from his mind, judging by the almost tortured expression on his visage: fury, indignation, misery, and a strange flicker of longing for ( Read more... )

Merlin. Arthur.

[The names leave Draco venomously, dripping with accusation. The dreams this month have left him uneasy and more than a bit shaken. Normally, he would dismiss them as nothing but delusions crafted by the gods. But seeing himself, Potter, and Weasley held in iron cages to be burned at the stake isn't exactly something he can ( Read more... )