Draco could probably concentrate better on his psychology class if it weren’t for two things: he’s hiding out at Hogwarts from a murderous Voldemort, and Ginny Weasley is his tutor. It’s a sunny Saturday afternoon at the library, and Draco and Ginny are all alone. Will the primordial sexual drives of the id win out? Was Carl Rogers right about the power of unconditional positive regard? And why does existential angst have to keep rearing its ugly head? AU, set during Draco’s seventh year.Category: Works in Progress
Madam, if I were to wear a hat, I would take it off to you. Pure Genius!