A stormy night at Malfoy Manor.

Eighth Year Fic, probably eventual Drarry.

Eighth Year - Draco follows Harry into the boys toilets, he leaves with more than he expected. This is my first attempt at a complete short story, so constructive feedback would be really appreciated. Disclaimer that these are not my characters (obviously), I did not create Hogwarts or the Wizarding World, I'm just playing with them in order to learn.

Understandably the original books don't discuss depression in detail, so this is a brief glimpse of life in a cell in Azkaban. Rated M for one or two swear words I just want to be clear it's not a cheery read, I don't want to upset anyone I just wanted to share my thoughts.