HELLO EVERYONE!

I am so sorry it took me so long to get back to this story. However! I am no longer using this site. I am using ao3! Also, this story is going to be heavily edited to showcase my new writing style. So please be patient! I am actually finished with this story before i started editing. I want it to be just as good as my newer works like Muted!

My AO3 account has the same name and i will link it down below! Let me know what you guys think about it. After i post this chapter i will no longer acess this account. But that doesn't mean i have stopped writing! I have simply just moved. Below i am going to past a very short edit i have done to show the change in style. I don't mind constructive critic, but be gentle! I am still a baby with writing and i am still nowhere near were i want to be. I will also still react to reviews you all leave.

Anyways! Thank you all for enjoying this story, but now it is time for a revamp.

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The Great Hall swelled with noise, loud and jarring in the soft light of morning. Words and sounds and staccato beats melding together to great a symphony that swelled and cascaded with the flow of students walking in and out. Drifting through the morning with casual ease.

However, none of that mattered to one Harry Potter. The man being so engrossed in his task that nothing else permeated his attention.

Harry stared, even though he tried not to, his eyes constantly going back to the ghost that sat at the end of the seventh-year table. Soaking in the mere shadow of a person who for years had always had his attention. Captured it so skillfully that Harry never even realized how entranced he was until the spark was gone. The flame that was once Draco Malfoy extinguished to nothing but flickering embers of dying light.

Ever since the man had stepped foot back on Hogwarts soil everyone saw the drastic change that he had undergone in the few months he had been away in France. The blonde drifting around like a ghost, unseeing and unhearing. Floating through the day as if the hours that passed him by were merely a concept. Uncaring of the people who moved out of his path or of the whispers that followed behind. Even now, only a day away from classes officially starting he didn't move from his lonely spot at the end of the seventh-year table, gaze unseeing. Completely unfocused and utterly silent.

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Well! Let me know! On my new account i have been writing about other ships. Like Deadpool and Spiderman. And Katsuki and Izuku. I will also be dabbling into some darker concepts that i find interesting. Any suggestions, leave in a comment here or in one of my other stories from my new page! I will still be reading what you guys write here even if i dont post anymroe on this account!

Also! I will put down below two snippets from two of my other fanfics. Just to show the new ships that i have fallen in love with! The first one will be Muted. It is a deadpool and spiderpool one.

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Peter sighed, resting his chin on his bent knees, his eyes lazily following the path of a group of pigeons below him. Up so high, the random droves of people blurred into nothing but colorful dots, the noise of the city drowned out by the harsh winds and calling of birds. Peter loved being up so high, able to see everything below him but no one caring enough to look up to see the small scrap of red that sat perched on the edge of a large building. It was amazing, just watching everyone walk by under him not even realizing that a predator was right above them; watching and waiting for the first sign of trouble.

Even now, Peter's eyes never stopped moving, his ears pricked for any noise that was different from the rest. The wind buffeted from every side, the white noise almost overtaking everything else below. It calmed but also set him on high alert, not wanting to miss anything with the winds so harsh where he sat. A small radio sat beside him, tuned into the police channel for him to gather intel from up high. Blessedly it remained silent, the lazy Sunday afternoon slowly rolling over into darkly lit skies as the hours passed. Halfway through the night Peter stood and stretched, shaking his limbs in preparation for his nightly patrol.

He spread his arms and fell head first, his legs pressed together and toes pointed. He allowed gravity to pull him down, his heart slowing in his chest as the air around him encased him in silence. He slowly turned in the air, raising his arm and shooting a web at the building beside him just as he reached the ground.

Peter immediately swung hard to the right, his breath whooshing out in an excited exhale. He loved swinging through New York, the utter freedom addicting in every way. He quickly made his way through the skies, the precise movements of his hands and webs calculated to the very last second that he was allowed. He raced between buildings, ears and eyes trained towards the ground as he flew above the pedestrians below.

Peter inhaled before he started to do flips and tricks in the air, laughing in delight as gravity tried its best to pull him down. His body twisted and curved, sinuous muscles flexing under tight red spandex. His webs flicked from his wrists without thought, almost as second nature as breathing. He smiled when he saw one of his favorite perching spots, a large H shaped building by Time's Square. The bottom of the glass bridge was covered in webs, showing how much time he spent in that particular spot. The gossamer strands floated around him as he swung up and hung, the translucent lace glinting in the low lights of the city.

Peter closed his eyes and slowly tipped himself backwards, upside down and holding himself there with his foot braced around a loop of webbing. He allowed the sounds of the city to rush towards him, humming quietly to himself as he sorted through the various amounts of stimuli to try to parse out if his help was needed. Just as he was about to drop and swing back home, a loud voice boomed from under him.

"Spidey! Spiderman!"

Peter blinked, glancing down and staring at the large leather clad man who stood below him. He noticed immediately how the other was covered in weapons, but his posture remained relaxed and open. Peter cocked his head, staring as his curiosity and interest grew. He quickly raised both hands, straightening his leg so the webbing wrapped more firmly around him so he wouldn't fall.

Hello, how can I help you? Peter signed, not talking as he gestured widely to the man below him. He didn't know if he would know ASL, but he always tried it first. Less chance of him having to use his voice.

"Oh! Sign language? Sure, why not!" The leather clad man quickly began gesturing, his movements quick and confident. Hello! My name is Deadpool, and I would love if you came down! Just to talk! Promise!

Peter hummed and contemplated, nodding to himself after a moment when his Spider sense remained quiet. He slowly stretched a leg out behind him, graceful as he used the counterweight to turn right side up and held onto the silky strands around him. Peter flexed his thigh and began sliding down the webbing, silent as he descended. He pointed his toes when he got close to the ground and carefully stepped onto the wet pavement, his heels hitting with little to no noise. He glanced up and paused when the other man seemed frozen, the white eyes of his mask wide.

"Holy shit, that was the hottest thing I have ever seen."

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Alright! This was one that i did because i wanted to try not to relay on spoken word so much! The next one is called Citrus Haze and it is a Bakudeku fanfic!

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Izuku went to follow, gasping as someone pushed him from behind into one of the serving girls. He yelped, pain erupting across his chest as hot broth spilled and soaked his shirt. He hissed, grabbing the fabric and pulling it away from the now throbbing ache, biting at his cheek as he glanced down and saw how red the skin was. The server in front of him apologized profusely but he shook his head, flashing a small smile. "It's okay, it was an accident." He bowed and headed to where the blonde was standing, holding out his takeout. "I am going to go to the bathroom to try to clean up."

"That won't do you any good if your shirt is still soaked, damn nerd." Bakugou placed the bag at his feet and shrugged out of his loose black long sleeve, pulling it over his head with a flourish. "Here. Wear this until we get back to the dorms." He growled, shoving the bundle of fabric at the other teen. "I'll wait here."

"Won't you get cold? It's chilly out." Izuku frowned, concerned. The blonde was now only clad in a simple black tank top and a pair of jeans.

"I run hot, stupid. Now, go change." He ordered, waving towards the bathrooms and grabbing the bag at his feet. "I ain't got all damn day." The blonde growled, pushing Izuku with an irritated huff.

"Okay, okay! I'm going!" Izuku flushed, hurrying away. He knocked on the bathroom door and slid inside, flicking the latch as he breathed harshly through his nose. He knew that he and Bakugou were slowly getting closer, but he never thought that the teen would be willing to share his clothes. Izuku knew how much the blonde hated having people touch his things.

With a sigh he pushed off the door and stripped, throwing the shirt into the sink as he rubbed at his skin. He grimaced at the smell, cleaning himself off with bits of soap and dry towels. It didn't take long, but the ache still burned unpleasantly. "Well, as good as it is going to get." He muttered, reaching for the large black long sleeve that Bakugou had lent him.

Izuku hesitated as his fingers brushed against the soft fabric, cheeks flushing as he realized he was going to wear Kacchan's clothes. Heart hammering he fisted the shirt, slowly bringing it up to his nose. Crushed oranges and zested lemons filled his lungs on every inhale, eyelids fluttering closed in bliss.

The citrus smoke clung to the fabric, the smell of Bakugo's sweat and heated musk nearly overwhelmed by the tobacco. It made Izuku shake. Made his palms clammy with the need to take. It devastated him, nearly sent him to his knees as his breath was stolen by the tangy smoky scent of his affections. God, how he wanted.

He wanted and wanted and wanted.

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alright! This is it for now! Cant wait to see you all at my new account! Love you!