seven days lost

The fire is roasting.

He didn't know if Harry heard what he said that day, maybe he did, but he didn't understand it, or maybe it didn't leave any traces.But anyway, he flinched, he retreated into his snail shell.

He's getting better, and that's enough.he thinks.This is enough.

As always, he wandered between his consulting room and office, letting those noisy shouts and pungent disinfectant numb his tense nerves.He forced himself to forget those nights, those confusions between sobriety and chaos, that room became a hurdle he couldn't get through, he took a step forward and retreated in fear.

He doesn't go there anymore, but he often visits him in his dreams.Sometimes it's on the train, sometimes it's in the Potions classroom, sometimes it's the wide Quidditch pitch, sometimes it's the herb shed... Smile or cry, there's constant cussing, the watch ticks. , The wind blew the curtains, Hogwarts rained non-stop... There was snow all over the ground, he walked carefully in his boots, and carefully held the crumbs in his hands.His heart was broken into scum, and he could never mend it again.

Every time he found him in a dream, it was the last time he saw him.Then he dies, in strange ways; then his dreams end, in death.

Why?He kept wondering why he was dreaming these things as he sat up again and again gasping for breath?He didn't want him to die, he didn't want to, he wanted him to get well, to remember the past... the past that tortured everyone deeply.

Is this really what he wants to see?

Draco finally returned to the ward again.He wandered thousands of times, circled countless big circles, and finally came back here.He took a long breath and pushed the door open.

The ward was still quiet and dark, covered with a gloomy veil.The moonlight was shining through the cracks in the curtains, and he walked slowly to his side, this time he didn't move a chair to sit down, but just stood quietly, looking at his peaceful face.

"Potter," he said softly, "you'll be fine, won't you? You'll remember those things, from black hole to black hole. You're better off now, but I know you won't of."

"You can overcome all this, you can defeat the darkness, and you must defeat the shadows of the darkness. I wish you well, remember how we struggled to live, struggled to get out... Lying in a hospital bed shivering is not suitable you."

He paused and gave a wry smile.

"However, the day you remember, that's when I'm leaving."

He leaned down slowly and kissed him on the forehead.

A scene suddenly floated in front of him.In the ruins of the burning castle, surrounded by collapsed stone debris, he took his hand and kissed him gently on the forehead; he said to him, I really like you, Potter.The other party froze for a moment, and was about to answer when he stretched out a finger and made a noise-silencing gesture.

Don't rush to answer me, tell me the answer after everything is over.he said.

But he never waited for that answer.Voldemort was defeated, the war was over, but what he waited for was the news of Harry's amnesia.He couldn't believe it, he yelled, but in the end he could only accept the fact.

He couldn't wait for that answer any longer.They have missed each other.

Draco straightened up and was about to leave, but the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.He blinked, looked straight at him, and asked, "Who are you?"

"A man who loves you," he replied.

Ice 4

Harry looked at him with some confusion, as if trying to figure out the meaning of his words.Draco lowered his eyes and leaned down to kiss his lips.

There was no kiss between them, no soft presence of any kind.Each other's sharp blades wounded each other dripping with blood. Even if he put all his eggs in one basket in the end, all he got was merciless forgetting.

He forgot him, this is the greatest tolerance for him, but also the greatest cruelty.He forgot about him.

What else could he ask for now?His love had long since ended, and in that bathroom, in that fire of war, the fire turned day into night, night into day, love into despair, and despair into solitude.

There was no kiss between them.But now there is.

Draco raised his head, turned and strode out.He didn't look back, he was afraid that he couldn't help staying there.He opened the door of the ward. At that moment, he seemed to hear a "come back" from behind. His hand froze, but he closed the door resolutely.

Just let it die.

I should have loved you long ago, Potter.

He thought that all this should pass like this, without waves and waves, without wind and rain.But when he came to the office the next day, he found that everyone was talking about something, with different expressions.

"My God, why did this happen all of a sudden?"

"The Ministry of Magic is here..."

"This is serious, there are still a group of reporters outside..."

"Senari is finished this time... Hey..."

"I heard that all his friends have come and said they want to take him back..."

Draco's brain was buzzing, and he almost lost the ability to think.He tightly grasped the arm of a therapist, barely controlled the trembling in his voice, and asked, "What's wrong with Senari?"

The man was startled at first, looked at him seriously for a while, and pushed his glasses: "Oh, you are Senary's friend! He is not having a good time now, he was just called to the dean... His You may not be able to keep your job..."

"why?"

"His patient has a problem, and it's making a lot of trouble now... Hey, a big celebrity, there are always many people paying attention, and his friends are all high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic... The dean must give an explanation, Otherwise, it will be difficult. Although it cannot be said that it is Senari's fault, the responsibility is always on him..."

Draco felt the darkness in front of his eyes, and the thick black mist squeezed his throat, making him speechless.He opened his mouth, but could only say these few words:

"What's up with him?"

"What's wrong with who?... Oh, you mean him? I don't know, it probably relapsed again, and it's probably quite serious. Hey, it was fine before..." The man suddenly revealed a mysterious With Xixi's expression, he lowered his voice and said to Draco, "You know, the most serious thing is that the magic power out of control was exposed before, and his friends blamed the dean for never telling them, and threatened to sue The hospital... hey, it's really..."

Draco nodded numbly, took a step back, and put his hands on the edge of the desk.Extreme self-loathing and despair made him dizzy and almost vomited.

What did he do?What has he done... He's bothering him again, he's unrepentant, hopeless.

He must hate his kisses, right?Must be, who likes a kiss from an enemy?That's why he got sick, and all his efforts were in vain.

He clearly knows that his self-control is a blank sheet of paper in front of him, and it will be broken if he pokes it, but he still approaches him annoyingly, hurts him, and finally leads to irreversible results.

Oh, and he also got Senary out of his job.

How could he be so stupid.Why is he like this... I don't know what is good or bad.

He staggered out the door, swimming upstream among the chaotic crowd.The therapists around were discussing the trifles about whether or not they went to work today, and Draco walked through them in a trance, with erratic steps like a ghost.

He followed his own footsteps and walked forward, his heart wandering thousands of miles away, as cold as snow.

You're such a bastard, Draco, he said to himself, bastard, bastard, bastard...it's all your fault, everything is your fault.

He didn't know where he had gone, but when he realized it, he found himself standing in the corridor where the dean's office was.The corridors were packed with watching healers, eager reporters, bickering Ministry members and Harry's friends - he saw Ginny, Neville and Lupine, none of whom entered That office, but leaning against the wall, frowning and discussing something.

Draco didn't come any closer, he wasn't eligible.He knew they wouldn't want to see him in this situation, and he didn't want to see himself in this situation.

The quarrel in the corridor continued.People buzzed over like a swarm of headless flies, and after being blocked from the door, they still slammed into the door where the food was placed, trying to grab the last bit of joy that was squeezed out of the pain of others.

Suddenly, the door opened, and the flies rushed forward impatiently, surrounding the few people who walked out.The dean stood in the middle, and beside him stood Senary with his head bowed, Ron, Hermione and Mr. Weasley with expressionless faces, Kingsley, the Minister of Magic with a gentle face, and the reporters crowded in frantically Taking pictures and anxiously asking all kinds of questions, but Mr. Weasley stopped them all, saying "sorry, no interview now" all the way.

They walked out of the corridor towards Harry's ward, and the swarm of flies followed them to the higher ground.Draco was still leaning against the door blankly, he looked at his long dark blue shadow, rubbed his nose, and squatted down.

"...I'm sorry," he whispered, burying his head in his arms, "I'm sorry...I'm really sorry..."

He has no right to love him at all.How can those emotions be called love?That was just his selfish wishful thinking.If he really loves him, he shouldn't hurt him and make his life worse...he would be much better off without him, wouldn't he?He doesn't need him in his life.

he would rather be a set