4 Results with the "Drama" genre
-
Chapter
Chapter 10: Crash
Susan was already walking. Head down, arms wrapped around herself, cutting toward the castle entrance. Her bag lay on the ground where she'd dropped it. Hannah crouched to pick it up, watching Susan go. Romilda stood by the fountain with her arms crossed. She caught Harry's eye and the corner of her mouth twitched. Harry passed her without a word. Passed Hannah, who looked at him like he was something stuck to her shoe, and followed Susan through the entrance hall. "Susan." She walked faster.…-
33.8 K • Ongoing
-
-
Chapter
Chapter 9: Golden
Sunlight. Warm and soft, filtering through a window that hadn't been there the night before. The Room of Requirement had a sense of humour, apparently. Harry blinked awake, disoriented for half a second before memory crashed back. The dinner. The dancing. Susan underneath him, her back arching, her voice breaking on his name. That happened. That actually happened. She was still asleep. Curled against him with her head on his chest, one arm thrown across his stomach, her breathing slow against his…-
33.8 K • Ongoing
-
-
Green light from the Black Lake filtered through the windows, painting the Slytherin common room in a cold, sickly glow. Draco Malfoy lounged on a leather sofa like a king on his throne, a smug smirk plastered across his pale face. His girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson, draped herself beside him, looking bored but watching everything with sharp, hungry eyes. The portrait hole swung open. Harry Potter stood in the entrance, his eyes immediately locking onto Draco, and the room’s lazy atmosphere snapped tight…-
62.3 K • Ongoing
-
-
Chapter
Customs Hold
The screen on Harry’s wall flashed a warning red over Brussels. His desk was a disaster zone of scrolls and manifests, all because some idiot fucked up a shipment of darkness powder. The only light came from his desk lamp, throwing a harsh spotlight on Fleur as she bent over the other side of the massive wood surface. “The Brussels portkey logs. Run them against the customs file from today.” “Oui, Monsieur Potter.” Two weeks. That’s how long Fleur Delacour had been his secretary.…-
9.8 K • Ongoing
-
