[FIC] Let's Pretend the War is Over, by Pir8fancier
Title: Let's Pretend the War is Over
Author: pir8fancier
Rating: PG
Word count: ~8k
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Draco spends all day trying not to go crazy, Harry is king of takeaway.
Why I loved it: This story is simply beautiful, and it will touch you deeply. I've read this over and over again. We are in Draco's head all along, and it is so heartbreaking to see him so broken and lonely but then, Harry visits him and starts taking care of him. It's a wonderful, wonderful story that will keep you thinking for a long, long time after.
Excerpt:
Potter was staring at him.
He was half-tempted to snarl something. The old Draco Malfoy would have. The half-insane Draco Malfoy could only imagine verbal retorts. The mandate of not talking to hallucinations was one line he was determined not to cross, no matter how tempting.
“You look like you haven’t eaten for a week.”
Surely a look at the table where the roses had lain there plotting his complete mental collapse would be permissible.
“The roses. Because of the roses you couldn’t eat.”
Draco shrugged. Shrugging seemed relatively harmless as far as the hallucinations went.
“Fucking hell, Malfoy.”
For some odd reason, Potter was fighting back tears. What screwball corner of his mind had conjured that possible scenario?
“Okay, will you eat something for me now? They’re gone.”
Draco nodded.
“Will you sit at the table? Wait for me? I’ll get you some food.” With that, Potter went out the door, closing it behind him. Draco reset the wards, but modified them so that Potter could come and go as he pleased. After all, he had gotten rid of the roses. Draco frowned. But then he had brought them.
Draco sat down at the table and was still mulling over this conundrum over when Potter returned.
“You've signatured the wards so I can come in?" Potter sounded unsure and the near tears were back.
Draco really didn’t have time for this because he could smell the food, and all of a sudden nothing was more important than eating. He rolled his eyes.
“That expression is almost normal,” Potter murmured and began dishing up their meal.
Author: pir8fancier
Rating: PG
Word count: ~8k
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Draco spends all day trying not to go crazy, Harry is king of takeaway.
Why I loved it: This story is simply beautiful, and it will touch you deeply. I've read this over and over again. We are in Draco's head all along, and it is so heartbreaking to see him so broken and lonely but then, Harry visits him and starts taking care of him. It's a wonderful, wonderful story that will keep you thinking for a long, long time after.
Excerpt:
Potter was staring at him.
He was half-tempted to snarl something. The old Draco Malfoy would have. The half-insane Draco Malfoy could only imagine verbal retorts. The mandate of not talking to hallucinations was one line he was determined not to cross, no matter how tempting.
“You look like you haven’t eaten for a week.”
Surely a look at the table where the roses had lain there plotting his complete mental collapse would be permissible.
“The roses. Because of the roses you couldn’t eat.”
Draco shrugged. Shrugging seemed relatively harmless as far as the hallucinations went.
“Fucking hell, Malfoy.”
For some odd reason, Potter was fighting back tears. What screwball corner of his mind had conjured that possible scenario?
“Okay, will you eat something for me now? They’re gone.”
Draco nodded.
“Will you sit at the table? Wait for me? I’ll get you some food.” With that, Potter went out the door, closing it behind him. Draco reset the wards, but modified them so that Potter could come and go as he pleased. After all, he had gotten rid of the roses. Draco frowned. But then he had brought them.
Draco sat down at the table and was still mulling over this conundrum over when Potter returned.
“You've signatured the wards so I can come in?" Potter sounded unsure and the near tears were back.
Draco really didn’t have time for this because he could smell the food, and all of a sudden nothing was more important than eating. He rolled his eyes.
“That expression is almost normal,” Potter murmured and began dishing up their meal.