if i rubbed dirt in my wounds would they grow flowers

Draco is getting through his eighth year uncharacteristically calmly. Surrounded by distrust and hatred, Draco keeps his head down and gets by in his classes.However, with his fathers inevitable death and the topic of his succession of the Malfoy line, a curse rendering him mute is the last thing Draco needs.Potter’s tentative request for friendship makes Draco’s life a bit better, but what if Draco wanted more?

imagine starting another work when you still have another wip…anyways hopefully this first chapter is good