seven days lost

pass by.

He looked at him from afar on the high platform, and all the scenery was blurred into dark green and brownish blue in his eyes. He was the only shining bright spot - dealing with fire dragons, rescuing people from the black lake, crossing the maze, he was the first For the first time there was a certain sense of loss, followed by overwhelming jealousy.

He was jealous of his attention-grabbing, of being the hottest object among the girls, who, he heard excitedly discussing his heroic deeds in the hallway, blushed and wanted to invite him to the ball.

prom?Oh, and there's the prom thing.He was angry at the thought of Harry picking one of the chattering girls to take to the dance. During that time, he became very irritable and lost his temper when he was upset. Both Goyle and Crabbe were careful not to speak. .

When he heard that Harry had invited Cho Chang, he almost smashed his glass, and when he heard that he was rejected, he was secretly delighted, and he wanted to run up to him and give him a bit of sarcasm.This kind of behavior is extremely childish, but he never tires of it, and he always finds fun in it.

And in fifth grade the envy turned to gloating.The boy who survived the catastrophe who was once held in the palm of his hand has now become a liar that no one wants to believe. He really wanted to ask him how he felt—being pulled down from the altar, spurned by everyone, the price of insisting on the truth is so expensive, What is he obsessed with?

"Hey, have you seen The Quibbler?"

"I can't believe it, he actually said—"

"Where is it? Give me a copy!"

"I admire him so much..."

He got a copy of "The Quibbler" from Crabbe, read it lividly, and fought back his anger not to tear it to pieces.This time he didn't hold back, and walked straight to the Gryffindor lounge.

However, he stopped before he got there. Not far from the doorpost, a man and a woman were standing there talking. The girl held the boy's hand, and kept wiping tears with the other hand. .

"I'm sorry, Harry, you're so brave..." She sobbed, kissed him on the cheek, and ran away quickly.The boy stared blankly at her back, he reached out and touched his cheek with a silly smile on his face.

Draco froze for a moment, then turned and walked away.

He walked back the way he had come, faster and faster until he was almost running.

He knew he was angry, too angry to speak, but what was he angry about?His father was accused of being a Death Eater, Harry won everyone's trust back, Harry reconciled with his girlfriend?

His mind was in a mess, he didn't know what he was thinking, he was depressed but had nowhere to vent, he even felt that something was wrong with him, why should he care so much about Harry Potter? !

"Oh, that's enough. How stupid, Draco Malfoy." He stopped and said to himself, "Fuck his Harry Potter."

Ice 2

He had nothing to do with him, and he didn't have to worry about him at all.What's more, he will soon run out of energy and leisure time - Harry Potter, who has upset him, has shown his power at the Ministry of Magic, and has caused a group of Death Eaters to be locked up, including his father.

See, that's what people he likes do.He should really keep his eyes open, why does he like him? !Does he still feel that his life is not miserable enough?

But he couldn't stop.

This feeling is like the blue veins of blood under the skin, like fireworks that ignite the skin, like ashes falling on the street at dawn, like fine water flowing in every dark gray midnight and dark red morning.

He suffers from insomnia every night, sitting behind the dark green curtains watching the sunrise, imagining what kind of dream the boy in the other tower is having.He would not know why he gritted his teeth and cried silently at night. He saw his frightening face in the bathroom mirror, pale as a ghost, and tears flowed silently through the gully.

He often wakes up with a start, and after waking up, he can't fall asleep again, and the hot and hot temperature of the coin used for communication always lingers in his dreams.His eyes were red from the heat, and the red came from the setting sun, from fate, and from the bitter nostalgia that could not be shaken off.

He knew he shouldn't expect him to love him too.How could he possibly get his response?He wouldn't like a Death Eater, he wouldn't like someone who was always picking on him, he couldn't love him, he would just hate him, hate him, especially when he knew what he was doing.

His love is destined to be just a solo dance that no one knows about, born inexplicably and ended without a disease.

He skipped class to go to the Room of Requirement, where he spent an afternoon and a night, trying in this way to forget about the tormenting luxury, trying to tell himself what his real path was, that he should not have illusions.He is tightly tied to the carriage of fate, he has no other way but to do what he should do, and he has no room for love.

"You've been following me for a long time, what on earth are you trying to do?" he turned his head back that day and yelled at the two house-elves, startling them.

"Oh, Master Malfoy, I'd love to tell you, but my master won't let me," said a house-elf, bowing to him.

"Dobby won't be like Kreacher!" screamed another house-elf, casting a wary glance at Draco, and summoning the courage to say loudly, "Dobby is free, Dobby has no master, Dobby can do whatever he wants without reporting to Master Malfoy!"

He looked at them coldly, and pointed at them with his wand out of his pocket: "I don't care who is standing behind you, get the hell out of here right now, or I won't be polite."

The two house-elves looked at each other and had to spin and disappear in place.He stood stiffly, his wand slumped in his hand, his forehead resting on the other.

"Damn it," he murmured, moving his palm down over his eyes, "Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn Potter!"

He kicked towards the wall, but only kicked his heel so painfully.Panting, he slowly squatted down, leaning against the wall, his eyes were red.

"You must have found out." He looked at the carved wall, and the thick gray and purple clouds in the distance passed across the sky in large swaths. "You must have found out, Potter. If you found out what I was doing, you must...must hate me very much .So I must not let you know."

This ridiculous and endless unrequited love should indeed end.He always told himself that.When will his lingering end?That person will never understand him.

But that day when he escaped the Quidditch match to the Room of Requirement, came back to learn that Gryffindor had won, and heard Harry and Ginny together in the corridor, he was almost overwhelmed with jealousy.

Why?Why can he change girlfriends one after another so freely when he is in struggle and pain?Did he know how much he was in pain, did he know why he was in so much pain, did he think about him a little when he won everyone's support? !

"...Won the game?"

"Hmm..." The boy in front of him didn't seem to understand why he asked such a question. He punched him, but he quickly dodged it.

"What are you doing?!" The boy angrily pulled out his wand and pointed at him, he looked at him, he wanted to tear him apart, tear him apart, but he just snorted coldly, turned his head and walked away.

Don't talk to him, don't look into his eyes, you won't be able to resist.

He didn't know what he would do, before he had to leave, back to his dark corner.He is only suitable to stay there, any light is too dazzling for him.

He is going crazy.He's crazy about him.He desperately needed something to relieve all this, the pain of not getting what he wanted and the depression of the slow progress of the task nailed him to despair, he needed something to distract him.

Foolishly, he agrees to Pansy's confession and goes out with her.He admitted that he had a sense of revenge at that time, although the other party didn't care at all.

But he soon regretted it.He was extremely busy every day, and he didn't have any extra thoughts to devote to his girlfriend, let alone appease her from time to time.Fighting every day of their short time together, with no room for tenderness, made Draco's already miserable life even harder.

And after hearing that Ginny broke up with Harry—there are many versions, but he prefers to believe that Ginny dumped him, which is more relieved—he breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately broke up with Pansy .

He shouldn't have done these meaningless things to cause extra problems.But for some reason, there was a glimmer of hope in his heart.

However, it was that wet afternoon that really snuffed out this hope.

It didn't rain that day, but he just thought the sky was so cloudy that it could drip water.Facing the dark mirror in the bathroom, he poured a splash of water on his embarrassed face.He was crying again, and he didn't know what to do with himself.He didn't know what he said, he only remembered the sudden sound of footsteps behind him, he turned around——

Then he fell into the water.Wet, cold water, blood flooded his chest.He heard the shriek of the ghost woman, and the sound of wet water spraying from broken pipes onto his face.Something sank into the water, and something broke, crumbling into foam.

The boy knelt down beside him, he seemed to be shaking, he thought he was finally shaking, finally willing to move for him... But it was not enough, his pain was far less than one percent of his.Does he know?He doesn't know, and he never will.

"...No, no. No, I didn't mean to..." he heard him say.He wanted to say no, you did it on purpose, you pretended on purpose