seven days lost

"I understand your pain very well, Potter. I also said that if you are not satisfied with me, you can reject me at any time." He pressed his eyebrows, "Do you want to continue?"

Harry looked at him for a moment, then shrugged.

"I don't know. I'll tell you tomorrow."

Ice 7

Before he comes to him, he suffers from not having what he wants; after he comes to him, he himself becomes his pain.

Draco didn't sleep that day.

He lay straight on the bed, his eyes searching the dark ceiling.He tossed and turned and couldn't calm down, the gloomy pain pressed tightly on his chest.

How could he torture him like this?How could he influence his thoughts so much?He was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe, but he still couldn't help thinking about him, wondering how he was doing now, was it as difficult to sleep as he was?

No...he will be the only one who suffers from insomnia this night.

He opened his eyes and watched the crimson light of the morning light gradually seeping through the dark curtains, and the light yellow window lattices and shadows of leaves were slowly projected on the wall.His eyes were sore, but he didn't want to sleep at all.So he sat up and leaned against the window in a daze.

After thinking for a while, Draco wrote a leave letter to Mr. Corso, then drew the curtains tightly and put the quilt back on his body.

"I'm going to bed, Potter." He said solemnly, "Even if you call me, I won't talk to you anymore."

This time he fell asleep all at once, without dreaming, and slept until the afternoon.

The first thing he did after waking up was to turn on his cell phone, but as expected, there was no message.He sighed, rubbed his eyes, propped his upper body up, and dialed Harry's number.

After hanging up the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the depression accumulated in his heart finally dissipated a little.

Harry was able to find the diary by himself, which meant he could remember something.But he couldn't help him investigate why he got this disease, and he really wanted to know why.The truth of this matter is probably only known to Harry himself, but he has forgotten it, and this has become an unsolvable situation.

Draco sat on the bed for a long time, and finally got up to brush his teeth and take a shower.

And when he simply ate some steak and bread to fill his stomach, his cell phone rang again, almost being noticed by Lucius who was sitting on the sofa.He hurried to his bedroom and pressed the answer button.

"Hey?"

"Can you meet me?" Harry's voice reached his ears.

His heart jumped up suddenly, and fell into an unknown fear again.

"Okay, now?"

"Yes, right there by the back door, where we used to meet."

Draco hurriedly pulled out a black coat from the closet and put it on, and put the phone in the coat pocket.He took out a bottle of cologne from the drawer and sprayed it on himself a few times, closed the cabinet forcefully, combed his hair in front of the mirror, checked his watch one last time, and disapparated away.

This is the first time in days that they don't see each other at night.The setting sun set on the top of the mountain, it was huge and beautiful, and the fire clouds rolled between the branches of the trees, and the rich red and purple mixed together, reflecting the splendor of the dogtail grass in the yard.

He was already extremely familiar with this scene, but at this moment he had a unique feeling.

Draco closed his eyes and stood there quietly waiting for his arrival.Harry appeared at the back door of the house, walked quickly, and stopped in front of him, panting slightly.

He looked down at him, his shaggy black hair gently undulating.He said, "Potter, what do you have—"

He couldn't finish the sentence.In fact, he couldn't believe what happened next, it seemed to him like a dream—

Harry kissed him.

He wrapped his arms around the back of his neck, rubbing his lips awkwardly.His lips were soft and more intoxicating than expected, but Harry was clearly not good at kissing at all, and he even knocked his jaw a little sorely.

He used almost all of his willpower to control himself not to kiss back, which was even more difficult than pushing him away.He wanted this man so close, he knew how much he wanted to kiss him, and how much he was afraid of it.

Draco pushed him hard, but the other party tightened his grip on him.He bit his lip, and the rusty smell of blood seeped into their mouths. It was like a drug, and he struggled to shake him off, slamming his back against the tree trunk.He raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips.

The blood on the back of his hand was like ants gnawing at the bone, and the scarlet stinging his eyes.

Draco didn't look up.He has nothing to hide in front of him, and he may have seen through his helplessness and hypocrisy.

"Surprised, isn't it?" Harry started. "Do you think I'm sicker?"

"No, you're much better," he replied, "you can remember something."

"I've already thought about that question yesterday," Harry looked at him from below, he didn't allow him to escape his gaze, "I won't reject you, so don't reject me either."

Draco's hand tightened suddenly, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

He wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him awake, he wanted to yell in his ear so he could see who he really was - Draco Malfoy, his sworn enemy, the one he hated Man, can he stop saying things to him that will misunderstand him?If he knew what he had done, what kind of plans he had for him, would he still stand here and kiss him?

He clearly knew that this was just a disorder, an abnormal emotion bred under special circumstances, but he was still forced to nowhere to retreat.His heart roared for him to seize the opportunity in front of him, but another voice kept whispering in his ear no, no, don't, don't make this worse, he doesn't love you, doesn't love you ...

He gave a wry smile.

"Come on, Potter. Really, you don't know what you're talking about."

"No, I know, I know. Do you think it's unbelievable to say something like that from a mental patient?" Harry asked rhetorically.

"You're not mentally ill, Potter."

"So why don't you believe it?"

Draco was having a headache, how could he make him understand that it was all wrong?

"Potter, you just have a crush on me under the circumstances. As soon as you think about it all, you'll think it's absurd and wrong, you'll feel like you're just out of your mind, and you won't like me Yes, do you understand?"

"So what, it's true, isn't it?" he said sharply. "I know exactly what I'm doing, Malfoy."

"You think you are sober now, but you will react in time. Or, you think you are sober, but in fact you are in confusion. And what we need to do most now should be to make you feel better. "

"I don't think there's any conflict in that. Has anyone ever said that sick people can't have relationships?"

"No, but—"

"I think I need to make you understand," Harry took a step closer. "Shall I kiss you again?"

"No, no, come on, Potter. Please." He sighed. "I already have a girlfriend."

However, Harry just tilted his head and looked at him, completely ignoring his words, and said in a shocking way: "You said this sentence yesterday. But, didn't you break up with Parkinson?"

Parkinson...?He stared at him, he couldn't breathe.

He finally waited for this day.He didn't know whether he was looking forward to it or afraid, but he knew that he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Harry finally remembered him.His execution has come.

Draco suddenly wanted to turn and run away.It's time for him to go, his hypocritical mask will be removed, what will he say by pointing to his ugly true face?No matter what, he didn't want to face his disappointed eyes, he would hate him, but he really didn't want to lie to him.

It's time for him to go.Their lives have been ruined bad enough.

"Tomorrow I will forget all this. My senses are limited, Malfoy. Maybe tomorrow's me will laugh at how stupid I am today. I will do what you want. But now, you know, if you insist on doing this Do it, and you'll miss it." Harry's clear voice echoed in his ears.He was almost dumbfounded.

This is his new way of torturing him, isn't it?He told him that everything would be refreshed tomorrow, so he could do anything to him... Why on earth did he push him to this point, why did he use this extreme temptation to challenge his endurance?Did he really know what he wanted to do to him, did he really know what he was talking about, did he really know what the consequences would be?

He looked at him absent-mindedly, and when he saw his clear and firm eyes, he understood that he didn't understand anything.He's just tearing his heart out with recklessness, and he can't resist anything yet.

"Sorry, I can't—"

"Why is it impossible? You obviously have feelings for me too."

Draco forced a smile and said, "No, no, you misunderstood. I do the same with other patients."

"And do you kiss other patients, too?"

"what?"

"You kissed me, Malfoy," Harry looked straight at him, "in a hospital bed."

Everything is messed up, completely messed up.

He paced violently around the room, clutching his head and snarling, trembling and unsteady on his feet.He sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at his white fingers, groaned, and buried his face in his palms.

How did it become like this...?Why...why...why did the retribution come so quickly?

He did three crazy things to him.A kiss, a lie, a hug.And he now