Warnings: SLASH. You don't know
what it is? Then I seriously doubt that you want to be here.
A/N: I am using a Japanese version of word to write this, so I've been
having issues with boxes. However, I *think* that they have now been fixed. :crosses
fingers:
Couplings: H/D, D/Blaise, potentially R/Hr. No, sorry people, this is
not a fic where the entire wizarding population is queer.
Spoilers: Potentially everything. Just cause I don't have the supplement
books yet means nothing.
Disclaimer: Nothing here is mine except for the story. Nothing. The
story- is fully conceived and waiting to be written. The characters- I borrow.
Chapter Four: A Truce of Sorts
Or, The Hanged Man
Harry hated the way that Malfoy said his name. Potter. Malfoy spat it out like a blasphemy, like the sounds forming his name were disgusting, hateful. Maybe to Malfoy, they were. Harry didn't know.
Truthfully, Harry wasn