Harry has had quite enough of sharing his mind with someone else, thankyouverymuch. A miscast Legilimecy spell says otherwise.
(Fic from 2010 FF archive being uploaded here.)
AND FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME, STOP REPOSTING THIS ON WATTPAD. I DO NOT WANT IT ON WATTPAD. YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO POST THIS ON WATTPAD.
Draco and Hermione are stranded on a deserted island.
“Take your eyes off me,” she whispered, affronted.He did not. He continued to read her like a well-worn book, filled with familiar words and phrases that bewitched.“Stop looking at me like that,” she desperately licked her lips.“Like what?” Draco murmured.“Like you’ve suddenly just met me,” she explained. “Like we don’t have a past.”
