HP: Slytherin disguise

In the dark corridor.

Luna stood there, closed the notebook in her hand, and turned back.

"I hope you can forgive me...Luna..."

She just turned around.

Then Draco, who smelled of alcohol, hugged him and whispered in a hoarse voice.

"It's all over."

Luna thought Draco was mentioning the time he choked her.

But Draco shook his head slightly.

He rested his chin on her shoulder and said drunkenly, "I didn't hit you with the death curse on purpose..."

"Forgive...can I..."

"Okay...Luna...forgive me..."

"I want to apologize to you, but I can't...I don't want to apologize..."

He closed his eyes drowsily.

Draco didn't even know what he was talking about.

Just holding Luna.

He said it in a weak voice.

"I know, Draco."

"To me, you have long apologized and I have long forgiven."

"The way you looked at me at that time already told me that you were blaming yourself and blaming yourself for this."

"Draco, don't blame yourself."

Luna also hugged Draco, gently stroked his long hair with her hands, and whispered comfort.

Will she care about this?

Won't…

"Don't betray me, and don't leave me, okay? Luna..."

"You're drunk, Draco."

Holding Draco's delicate face with both hands, Luna wiped his red cheeks with her fingertips.

"Good night."

She retracted her hand and turned to leave.

"Luna..."

Draco made a sound in a daze, and raised his hand in confusion, trying to hold her.

But he became even more drunk because of it.

A stagger.

Fell to the ground.

The steps paused for a moment, and a helpless smile flashed across Luna's face, but then it dimmed again.

finally.

She came back and knelt down to support Draco.

"Why are you leaving..."

Draco looked up at her, his gray-blue eyes already misted with water, and the ends of his eyes were red. He raised his hand somewhat uncomfortably and held her wrist.

"Because I'm going back."

"Any later and it would disturb the portrait of the password."

"Do not be sad."

"We will meet again tomorrow."

Luna knelt down gently on the ground and put the notebook on her lap.

He raised his hand to wipe the wet marks at the end of Draco's eyes.

At the same time whispering comfort.

Although Draco wanted to hug Luna and prevent her from leaving, after hearing her words.

Still nodded obediently.

"Okay... see you tomorrow... you said... we will meet tomorrow..."

"Of course, the ground is cold, so get up first."

After helping Draco up, Luna rubbed the top of his head before actually turning around and leaving.

Watching Luna disappear around the corner in a daze.

Draco shook his head.

Go to the opposite place.

In fact, he had no idea where he was going.

As the drunkenness became more and more obvious.

Draco held his hands on the wall, feeling dizzy...

The sound of hurried footsteps came.

Someone appeared in the corridor, and at a glance they saw Draco holding on to the wall.

"Can we talk? Draco."

"Talk about You-Know-Who and the Ministry of Magic."

"Including those new professors..."

Harry ran over and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He had always been worried about not having a chance to get in touch with Draco alone. After all, he had so many things he wanted to say to Draco.

Now is the chance.

However, his urgent words received no reply.

This made Harry step forward and grab Draco's wrist.

next second.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

He quickly raised his hand to support Draco who almost fell to the ground.

The smell of alcohol filled the air.

It also made Harry realize.

Draco is drunk!

For some reason, Harry felt a little inexplicably restless.

But he still put his arm around Draco's shoulders, lowered his head and said hesitantly: "Draco...are you okay?"

"Draco?"

"I think you need to go to the office to rest..."

Harry took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the feverish throbbing in his heart.

"Do not touch me…"

He was about to pick up Draco and take him back to the office.

Then I heard a soft, weak voice coming from my ears.

Very light, with a light fragrance.

At the same time, the hot breath he exhaled tickled his ears.

It was a tone Harry had never heard before.

It was as if something was tickling his heart with an invisible feather.

His face turned red.

Harry forced himself to calm down and whispered: "You are drunk."

"I'll take you back to the office to rest."

As he said that, he wanted to pick Draco up.

But once again he was rejected.

Draco raised his hand to push him away, trying to move aside.

"do not move!"

Suddenly lowered his voice.

Harry suddenly hugged Draco hard and trapped him in his arms...

"Go back to the office and rest."

For a long time, Harry's hands trembled slightly, feeling uneasy that he had almost lost his mind just now.

He softened his voice.

Trying to calm Draco down.

"I said...don't..."

"Do not touch me…"

"open…"

Although Draco was dimly conscious, he could still feel that he hated this person. He felt uncomfortable being hugged and became more and more resistant.

Even after struggling to no avail.

His voice was tinged with trembling.

Harry was a little distracted, just for a moment.

This gave Draco a chance to escape.

He stumbled back to the side and hit the cold wall.

Raising his head slightly, Draco was about to hold on to the wall and leave.

He was held down by a huge force.

Keep him pressed against the wall, unable to move.

"Draco..."

Harry held Draco down with both hands, his tone urgent and forbearing.

He looked up with trembling hands.

Use your eyes to really look at Draco.

Look at it openly.

After taking a breath, Harry's green eyes behind his glasses suddenly went blank.

The silver-haired boy was imprisoned on the wall by him. His fair and gorgeous little face was dyed pink, his full lips were shiny, and his confusing gray-blue eyes were now covered with dreamy fog.

The fragrance emanating from the body is particularly clear.

It seems that because of the struggle just now, the white shirt is a little messy...

"let me go…"

Draco was about to struggle.

Then he was pressed down by Harry, and kissed his lips crazily, tasting his thoughts.

"Well…"

Turning his head sideways, Draco gasped feebly.

But then he was kissed again, this time more violently, with constant demands.

The air becomes ambiguous.

Harry had lost his mind and put his hands around Draco's slender, soft waist and began to caress it.

Enjoy that softness.

Even through his thin shirt, he felt extremely hot.

"Well--"

With a whimper, Draco raised his hand to push Harry.

He kept turning his head to avoid the kiss.

The kiss suddenly stopped.

Harry held both of his wrists with one hand and pressed them to the wall above his head.

When Harry couldn't wait to continue kissing, Draco had already turned his head to avoid it. He eagerly buried his head in Draco's neck.

The fragrance is fragrant.

It is also mixed with the scent of wine, igniting desire.

He raised his hand and pulled open the top button of Draco's shirt, exposing the milky white skin to the air, doing whatever he wanted...

suddenly.

Harry stopped his rude behavior and looked up in panic.

Only to find that Draco was no longer struggling.

But that delicate face.

Already covered with tears.

The thick, curled eyelashes trembled, and a tear hung on them. At this time, another tear streaked the ends of the red eyes.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...Draco..."

"Feel sorry…"

The heat in Harry's heart was instantly extinguished by the tears, and he quickly let go of Draco's hand.

Tremblingly, he wanted to wipe away Draco's tears.

Just a panicked bow.

He then saw the shocking kiss marks, purple teeth marks, and blue marks on Draco's slightly open collar and on his snow-white neck.

"Who are you…"

A somewhat hoarse voice sounded.

Draco looked at Harry with drunken eyes.

In the dim light, his skin was so white that it glowed, his long silver hair was scattered, and there were tears on his perfect, flawless face.

Pale pink lips, extra moist...