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255 pages, online fiction
First published June 1, 2013

“It has taken the absence of Potter for Draco to know Harry.”
“We is hearing about what happened to Harry Potter,” Kreacher says, twisting his long fingers in the fabric of his... garment. “Many of the others is not happy about what sir has done to Harry Potter.”
“It was an accident,” Draco says through gritted teeth.
“Kreacher is not believing in accidents,” the elf says darkly.

“And while we’re on the subject, what is your fascination with treacle tart? There is not a single week of these menus—and I’ve looked through last year’s as well—where it doesn’t appear!”
“Treacle tart is Harry’s Potter’s favourite, sir,” Kreacher says.
Draco sighs. Of course it is.
Draco scowls and pushes the thought to the back of his mind, flopping onto his back and stretching out on top of his autumn quilt, smiling idly when Stanley scrambles up onto his chest, even though it means he has to hold each piece of parchment up above his face in order to read it. He doesn’t care, because a happy Stanley is a wonderful thing, turning and settling against Draco’s breastbone and investigating his shirt buttons with sleepy antennae.
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