It starts light and free and airy, but still manages to turn into one more of Cinnamon’s tragic epics. Thankfully, this one comes with a happy ending (I hope I’m entitled to divulge this much), or my poor heart wouldn’t have taken the hit. There will still be tears somewhere in there though, and in my humble opinion any story that can make you cry is certainly worth your time.
Summary: Draco had no idea that the repercussions of stealing Potter’s journal and shoving it down the back of his trousers would be so extreme. Featuring nefarious plots, the mating rituals of Slytherins, double-crossing spells, Ron/Pansy, and Draco/Harry.
Excerpt: In the dream, Draco was sitting before him, holding a knife with snakes carved into the blade. “It’s not worth doing if you don’t cut deep enough to make it bleed,” Draco said, scoffing. He reached out and took Harry’s hand and Harry glanced down; there was a trail of blood there, a tiny, bare trail.
“I did draw blood,” he replied.
“Not enough. Never enough.” And then Draco touched the cold blade to his hand and slid it upwards, to his wrist, turning as he did. He slipped the tip of the dagger into Harry’s skin (it went in as easily as a knife into butter, or Draco into Harry) and then it was like painting a delicate painting you’ve painted a thousand times before. Every move was precise and deliberate and yet done with careless ease, as if every line had been memorized. And it was only after the whole thing was done that it started to bleed, blood welling up from a lattice of cuts, running hot and red down his arm. Harry looked up.
“It is enough?” he whispered.
“Never for me,” Draco replied casually, before dropping the knife (snakes writhed with the flickering of light over the blade as it fell) and getting to his knees. “He’s coming for you, Harry, are you ready?”