seven days lost

In the hope that he never took this step, he would rather huddle in the dark nest, so that he does not have to worry about being burned to death by the sun's light one day.

Like he said, that kiss was just a mistake, a wrong move at the wrong time.He shouldn't be greedy for nostalgia. If time could be reversed, he would rather go back to the days when he never had any contact with him. He would not get close to him again. This is good for both of them.

Stop pushing me Potter, let's go back in time.Going back to the past when we hated each other, when no one owed anyone, there was no amnesia or misplaced dependence...we were all the same.

He lay on his back on the cold bed, motionless, letting tears flow from the corners of his eyes and into his hair.

What should he do?

The sudden vibration broke the quiet night, he froze for a second, and then sat up stiffly like a carp.He reached for the coat pocket, but found it was not in this pocket, so he fumbled for the other in a panic.His fingertips finally touched it, took it out tremblingly, and opened the flap.

A remark name jumped on the phone screen, bright and dazzling, illuminating his gray cheeks.He stared at it blankly, and it took a while to react, and pressed the answer button.

"Hey……?"

"help me……"

"What? What's the matter with you, Potter?"

"I can't take it, I-I'm done, I really... no..." The hysterical crying and shouting in his ears broke his mind, and he hurriedly changed his clothes, wrapping himself in the cold The night wind came to the backyard of the Burrow.He hadn't hung up the phone yet, and he stopped crying, but the sobbing and intermittent breathing still gripped his heart tightly.

Draco took a deep breath, carefully cast a few new spells he had invented in the Department of Mysteries, evaded the alarm system, opened the door, and slipped noiselessly into the courtyard.He ran through the back door as fast as he could, but it took a while to find Harry's room, and when he finally found it, the phone was hung up.He didn't know what was going on with him, but he opened the door cautiously.

The room was very tidy, not as messy as he had imagined it would be.Harry was sitting at his desk with his back turned to him, and he walked up to him to find that he was writing in his diary, a few lines of which were wet with tears.

"Potter...? Are you all right?"

Harry moved his shoulders and turned his head slowly.His face was stained with tears.

"You're here..." He whispered, stood up slowly, hugged him tightly, and rested his head on his chest, "I remember it all. It's good that you're still here..."

Draco froze in place, his mind blank.

"Can you kiss me?" He looked up at him with anticipation on his face.Draco remained motionless, almost incapable of thinking.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Harry leaned over to kiss him, but Draco reflexively pushed him away.I don't know if it was too much force, his body swayed and almost fell down, Draco hurried to help, but was kicked away.

Harry leaned on the back of the chair with one hand and looked at him coldly, his eyes bloodshot.

"Go away, you hypocrite."

"Potter, I..."

"You obviously like me, don't you?"

"No, I-"

"Just tell me whether you like me or not." He interrupted him straight away, sniffing, with dark eyes.

Draco closed his eyes.He now finds it hard to even breathe.

He is like a cruel king, tearing off his disguise layer by layer, leaving his humble and ugly heart nowhere to hide.

His buried love for him, his most unspeakable secrets, and his bloody wounds that have been uncovered countless times, he has to look at them one by one, and then crush them to pieces.

But Potter, can't you leave me a little, a little bit of thought, a little bit of mean space?

But Potter, I do... really love you.

"...I don't like you." He opened his eyes, his voice a little stiff.

"Get out." He looked at him and pointed to the door of the room.

"Potter..."

"Get out, I don't want to see you again!" He yelled at him, his eyes widened and his face flushed.

Draco stood there for a moment, his feet heavy as if they had been filled with lead.He raised his foot and slowly moved towards the door, every step felt like stepping on the tip of a knife.

At this moment, his heart is very clear.

It's all over.

He was sentenced.He was thrown out of his life by this man.

They still come to this point.

"Don't call me anymore, I don't need your fake greeting!" He roared behind him, slamming the door hard.

He didn't look back, just walked down step by step, stepping on his fragmented wounds.One click, another click.The shards of glass shattered the wound, and the cold fragments melted into the gushing blood.

Goodbye, Harry Potter.

May we never see each other forever.

One hundred thousand brain cells die every day; 40 milliliters of old blood is replaced with fresh blood every day; the skin is metabolized once a month; every day he is different.

But what's the point? ...he still loves him.

Draco is on leave again.He didn't know how he got back to Malfoy Manor, he felt like his hands and feet were no longer his own, his heart was frozen into a lump of ice, and every pump was a bone-piercing pain.

He was lying on the bed like a dead fish, and even the glimmer of morning light dazzled him.He turned over and found that there was a fine layer of cold sweat on his back.

Which is more cruel, continuous small torture or merciless one-shot killing? ...It's all despair, it's all abuse, it's all bumping around without seeing the light.

He huddled under the quilt, sobbing softly.

Help me...he was crying, scratching his chest, help me, who will save me...

Whom should he resent?At this point, who should he hate?Who caused all this, let the wrong emotion happen to the wrong person, let the wrong person meet the wrong time, let him have the impossible desire alone, let his desire be completely destroyed.

Where did he go wrong?

Draco closed his eyes.He remembered his unanswered confession, he stopped him in the battle-torn castle, and said he liked him in the burnt and collapsed ruins.

Why, why did he do this?Had he just waited all these years for an impossible response, the last straw?

...that's stupid.Ridiculously stupid.

He really didn't cry when he saw the coffin.

Draco wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, took a stiff breath, and buried himself deep in the quilt.So be it, so be it...let him fall, to the abyss.

He didn't want to think about it any more.

It was afternoon again when Draco woke up, the sun was high above his head.He was stunned for a long time before he got rid of the dream-like sluggishness, sat up slowly, stretched out his bangs and pressed his forehead.

what happened to him?Why didn't you go to work?He glanced at the calendar on the table, today is a working day, he shouldn't be here.

But in any case, the daily work still had to be done, and since he was already late, he didn't mind being late for a while.Draco took his phone out of his pocket and dialed Harry's number.

However, the other party still didn't answer, and after a few tens of seconds of ringing, a cold female voice told him that the phone was not answered, and Draco called again without getting discouraged, but the result was exactly the same.

What's going on here?

Maybe it was because he was inconvenient to answer something, Draco thought luckily, walking up and down the room, he called again after half an hour, still no one answered.

When he tossed from two o'clock in the afternoon to 06:30, he finally felt that something was wrong.He stared at the phone, without saying a word, as if he was about to poke a hole in it.

Potter wouldn't answer his calls, why?Why is he... isn't he up yet?

He blindfolded himself.Ah... ah, yes.He remembered.

Potter may have been lethargic from exhaustion, but he probably just didn't want to answer his phone.

He remembered that they had a quarrel last night.He told him not to call him again.He remembered...they were over.

He smiled wryly, and leaned against the window, looking out at the pruned bushes and the peacocks with their toes high.He seemed to have stood here before and drank and shouted, to let the mountains hear his voice, to let the sun know his pain.

But it's all over now.It's all over.It's all over.

He opened the window, and the fresh air rushed in.How many absurd things he had fantasized about in his dreams, but now they have really turned into sweet dreams.

"Potter," he called, "Potter..."

"It's over. I won't love you anymore. Not anymore."

"Anyway...anyway."

He walked back to the bed and sat down numbly again.A hole was opened in his heart, and vitality poured out from it.

it's over.This time it's real, it's over.He finally realized that it was over.But he still wants to see him.

The last side, regardless of life or death, has nothing to do with love or hate, it is just the last side.He won't bother him again, he won't try to get close to him again.

With trembling hands, Draco dialed the phone.

"Beep, beep, beep... Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unanswered..."

He hung up the phone and dialed again.

"...Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily..."

Again.

"...I'm sorry, you