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DRARRY SLASH! Draco/Harry You no like, you no read! They entered a small cement room, and in the middle was a pedestal. Draco had read enough wizard adventure stories to know that this set-up never foretold good things. "What is that?" he asked, pointing at the vessel that sat on the pedestal. "It's a pensieve," Potter replied, walking slowly closer. "And look." The other wizard held up a vial that Draco hadn't noticed earlier. "Memories?" he ventured a guess. "Memories," Potter confirmed, uncorking the vial and pouring the silvery liquid into the pensieve. "I think that if we want to continue, we have to watch them." Draco swallowed h

Melatonin Draco looked down at his prescription. Melatonin, it said. His doctor had prescribed it to him when he told him about his insomnia, and the trouble of falling asleep. He wondered if it actually helped, since nothing he had done so far came even close to falling asleep at a decent time. It was annoying, and even his work was suffering because of it. Not to forget his mood, of course. He was snappish, tired, annoyed, often nodded off at inconvenient times, and most of all he felt miserable. So he finally contacted a doctor, and he prescribed him some Melatonin. He had advised him to take half a pill two hours before he usually went t