Window to the Soul

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Draco stared ruefully out the rain spattered window, a distinctive Not Pout drawing his lips down. He’d been stuck here in this “safe house” for months and was quite sure that this was Hell.

He tapped the window disgustedly, greatly preferring the stained glass works of art that were proudly on display at Malfoy Manor.

A movement up the drive made his gaze refocus on a figure moving toward the house. With his breath caught in his throat, he pressed his hand lovingly against the glass. It wasn’t the glass that mattered; it was what you saw through it.

Harry.