But Harry couldn't hear his voice at this moment, his brain was completely covered by a vague, dreamy voice, and he felt a soft curtain brushing over his face, as if someone was caressing him gently. , this feeling is somewhat familiar, it seems to be someone very important...

"...I'm sorry, Draco," he murmured in a daze, "I'm sorry for you. You should have lived much longer than me, that's how it should be... no, that's how it should be. It was my fault, and I owe you this."

The voice became louder and clearer, and he seemed to hear someone singing, the voice was clear and bright, like a holy voice... He heard someone say faintly, I have traveled so many roads, and I have been wandering in mistakes ;I condensed, exploded, collapsed, fell silent, and fell into the vast universe...but I don't regret it.

The voice was erratic, then disappeared suddenly, and was replaced by other voices, as if it was just his illusion... Those different voices echoed far and near, among them came the cry of a boy, fragile and struggling, intermittently , Desperate, as if losing the most important thing.

He wanted to say stop crying, what have you lost? ...Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry...I'll pay you mine, don't cry...

His chest was stabbed by something, and it became hotter and hotter, even making him a little unbearable.He lowered his head to take a look, but all he could see was a flash of light.He turned his head sideways, and the surrounding scenes became distorted and blurred, only one face was pale and clear.

He took a closer look and saw that it was Voldemort.His blood-red eyes narrowed into slits, staring at him indifferently, as if he could see through everything.

Harry didn't have the time to think about what his eyes meant, because the blinding light had enveloped him.His chest hurt so badly that he hugged Draco's body with the last of his strength, resting his head on his shoulder.

At this moment, he just wants to sleep, to have a good sleep... Maybe after waking up, he will find that all this is just a dream...

"...This student, wake up, wake up, wake up!"

Someone seemed to be patting him on the shoulder, Harry opened his eyes, and he found himself sitting in the OWLs examination room, with the half-written History of Magic paper in front of him.The tip of his pen was still near the words "Giant War", and there were some ink stains on the side of the paper that looked like they fell asleep halfway.

The invigilator left, and Harry stared blankly at his test paper.He pinched his thigh hard, and it hurt badly.

This is real.But what is going on?Did I really have a dream that was too real just now?Harry lowered his head, and his eyes fell on the necklace on his chest. Its gem light seemed much dimmer than usual, and it was no different from ordinary stones.His heart skipped a beat and he realized something.

"Teacher, I have to hand in the paper early." A lazy voice sounded from behind, like a thunderbolt exploding in his brain, Harry turned around and stood up, startling the approaching Professor Tofter.

"What's the matter, child?" he asked cautiously.

"Sorry, sir, I have to hand in the test early." Harry quickly calmed down. He knew that Ron and Hermione were staring at him dumbfounded at this moment, but he ignored them and just stared at Draco. , lips pursed tightly.

Perhaps frightened by Harry's ugly face, Professor Tofter didn't say anything, put away his papers and signaled him to leave.

Harry walked out of the classroom slowly, he saw Professor Toft walking towards Draco, maybe Harry was there first, this time he didn't persuade Draco to write for a while, he simply put away his paper and went Walked back to the podium.

Draco slammed his schoolbag and hurried out of the classroom, Harry flashed out from behind the door and followed him.He knew Draco must have seen him, but he didn't care.

There was only one thought in his mind at this moment: whether or not everything that happened before was a dream, he couldn't let Draco die again.

Harry followed Draco into the boys' bathroom.As soon as he stepped into the room, the door was closed. The boy pressed his arm nimbly and pushed him against the door panel. His cheeks were very close, and his breath was almost matched.

"Sneaky stalking is not your style, Harry." Draco said softly, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"What do you want to do when you hand in the paper?" Harry asked, although he already had the answer in his mind.

"I can't tell you that." Draco shrugged mysteriously, but Harry caught the flicker of panic in his eyes and was more sure.

"Don't go, Draco." He said without thinking, "Don't go back, you will be in danger."

He looked at him seriously, but the boy in front of him showed a puzzled look on his face, his eyes became alert, but he tried to cover everything up with a playful tone: "Are you concerned about me, Harry? But I can't understand you, I'm not going anywhere. Hiss!"

The last cry of pain caught Harry's attention, and he keenly noticed that Draco's left arm shook suddenly, and there was a moment of pain on his expression.

Harry realized something, and a bold and terrifying conjecture flashed through his brain.He grabbed Draco's left hand and pulled his sleeve up regardless of his resistance.At once he saw the clear, burnt-black marks on the fair skin.

He was very familiar with that mark, he had seen it in the World Cup camp before, it was floating in the night sky, the snake protruded slowly from the skull's mouth, like a huge curse.

At this time, the dark mark that brought people fear was printed on the boy's arm, as hideous as an ugly scar.

Draco pulled his hand back hard, pulling down his sleeve.The smile on his face disappeared completely.They stared at each other for a while, the corners of Draco's mouth twisted into a stiff arc, and his voice became a little stiff: "Since you saw it, then I won't hide it."

He paused and said coldly, "It's just what you think, Harry. I'm a Death Eater."

Draco closed his eyes after he finished speaking, as if waiting for his disgust.Harry just looked at him, his eyes full of sadness and resentment.He finally understood.

He finally understood what kind of mood he had to save him, and what kind of determination he had to betray everything he believed in.He remembered what he had said, had he thought about the ending long ago, so he wasn't surprised when death came unexpectedly?

Perhaps for him, death is a gift.He had struggled in the dark for too long, and the labor had been too long.But he just felt sad, and it was difficult to breathe as if his throat was tightly strangled.He never knew he was in such pain, he only saw the mask he used to hide it.

"...What the hell do you understand?" He whispered.No, it doesn't matter anymore.

The boy opened his eyes and frowned in confusion, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about.Harry lowered his eyes and slowly moved closer to kiss him.

Draco stared at him in surprise, he instinctively tried to push him away, but Harry hugged him and held the back of his head at the same time.He gently opened his jaw, sucking his lips inch by inch, tasting the inside of his mouth.He wanted to kiss him well, to kiss away the pain in his heart, although he knew he couldn't.

As if feeling the comfort of his kiss, Draco's body gradually relaxed.He also hugged Harry's waist tightly, and pushed Harry's tongue back without any politeness, regaining the dominance.He pressed him hard against the door panel, squeezed one leg between his legs, and reached down with his left hand to unbutton his trousers, grasping his frailty.Harry took a deep breath, maybe it was because the burning pain of the Dark Mark was too intense, Draco's attack was very heavy, Harry didn't hold on for long before he confessed to him, and he fell limply on his body.

"Harry, your reaction is so cute." Draco said with a low smile, biting his ear.His hands caressed his skin carelessly, and the boy hugged his back and moaned lowly.He touched and kissed his flushed neck, lingered on his sensitive spots, and picked the two spots on his chest with his fingertips.

Harry glared at him, but he didn't resist. Instead, he moved closer to him, exposing more of his skin to him.

"You know I'm a Death Eater, Harry, you know that." He turned him on his back and spread his legs slightly, rubbing against the delicate skin of his inner thighs.Harry propped his hands against the cold door, biting his lower lip to keep from making a humiliating sound.

"I know... um..." However, when he opened his mouth, he moaned brokenly-oh, the person behind him grabbed his crotch tightly, and slipped his hand down to do whatever he wanted along the arc of his thigh.He whispered in his ear: "Then you should know that I should go now. Of course, if not, I will let you suck it out for me today."

Harry shuddered, and subconsciously wanted to turn around, but Draco held him down firmly.

"Don't go back, Draco," he urged anxiously, "you'll be killed when you go back!"

"Killed? By whom?" Draco raised his eyebrows, buried his shoulder and bit his neck.

"Vol... Voldemort." The body's reaction made it difficult for him to say complete words, and the people behind him would kiss him from time to time, interrupting his words.

"why?"

Harry opened his mouth and found he couldn't explain why.Could he tell him that because Voldemort knew about his betrayal, he must now punish him?This was all in the future - he didn't know if it would happen now, and Draco didn't know.

Harry can be sure that he is not the only one who went back to the past. He remembered the clear face and mysterious eyes of Voldemort he saw last time. If he guessed correctly, Voldemort must also know what happened...

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