[HP] End of Death

"—and a Belby, of Ravenclaw—"

"Oh, don't mention him—that's just a piece of shit!" Pansy squealed.

"And Longbottom, Potter, and the Weasley girl," Brace concluded, yawning.

"He also invited Longbottom?" Nott snorted. "What's so special about him?"

"Maybe it's his parents, I think..."

"Oh, Potter... the famous Potter! He must want to see the 'Saviour' for himself!" Pansy sneered.

When she said this, Draco was sucking on Harry's finger, the tip of his tongue licking his fingertips ambiguously, sliding up and down in a mimetic motion.Harry froze, trying to pull his hand back but he grabbed him.And after hearing Pansy's words, Draco bit his finger hard, and Harry almost cried out.

"But the Weasley girl, what's so unusual about her?"

"Oh, a lot of boys like her," Pansy said, looking in Draco's direction, though all she could see was a coat. "Even you think she's pretty, Blaise, don't you? We all know you How critical your eyes are!"

"I'm not going to touch a dirty little scum like her, no matter what she looks like," Blaise said coldly, and Pansy beamed brightly.

He turned his face to Nott, and casually said as if he remembered something: "However——when I first came here, he and I were inquiring about your father, Nott."

"What?" Nott's face immediately sank.

"It seems that they are old friends, but when he heard that your father was arrested, his face was not very good." Blaise said, "I think he might have wanted to invite you."

"Who cares who he invites," said Knott, annoyed, as if he was extremely annoyed at the mention of his father.

Harry remembered the riot at the Ministry of Magic. Many Death Eaters were captured by the Aurors and sent to prison.Nott's father was one of them.

"Speaking of which, Draco, I didn't see your father at the station today, and he would send you here usually. Could it be—" The sentence stopped cleverly, and everyone turned their heads to look at Draco Branch direction.

"He's sick," Draco reluctantly let go of Harry's fingers, his tone a little offended, "Of course, he used to come to see me off."

Probably aware of the impatience in his tone, the others did not pursue the question any further.There was silence in the carriage for a while, the speed of the train gradually slowed down, and the dark castles of Hogwarts could already be seen from the window, Pan Xi and the others stood up one after another and put on their school robes.

Finally the train jolted with a bang and stopped.Goyle opened the door of the car and squeezed out with a wheeze, Nott, Blaise, and Crabbe followed him.

"You go out first." Draco also sat up. He pushed his coat aside to avoid Pansy's hand, "I still have something to do."

The compartment soon emptied, and the noise of the students and the rolling of the suitcase wheels could be heard from the corridor, and the steam of the train was as long as the sharp birdsong.

Draco drew his wand and drew the curtains so that no one in the aisle could peek inside.Then he sat quietly for a while, bent down and opened the box, took out the school uniform jacket from it and put it on,

"How long are you going to hide, Harry?" he said as he dressed, patting the hem of his school robe with his palms to flatten it even more.

After hearing his words, Harry slowly took off the Invisibility Cloak and stuffed it into his pocket.He turned to look at him, who was still arranging his clothes.Harry was about to speak, when Draco turned his head and kissed his lips suddenly, pressed his shoulders to press him on the bench, unceremoniously separated his long and thin legs and wrapped them around his waist between.

"I don't know, Harry, so you miss me so much," he said, kissing the corner of his mouth, pulling down his trousers with one hand.His movements were so fast that Harry didn't have time to react, and when he came back to his senses, the other party had already grasped something between his legs and kneaded it viciously, with such force that he almost screamed.

"Easy, Harry, there are people out there. If you don't mind being spotted on the other side of the - um - the Savior, I won't stop you," he said, pulling him up by his legs. Getting closer, he caressed wantonly on the soft skin of his inner thigh, almost rubbing the flesh red, "However, I think you should have expected such a thing, Harry...you delivered it yourself Come on, I'm not forcing you to sit here."

He laughed and squeezed again hard. Harry was so tormented that he could hardly speak, and could only stare at him with red eyes.

"The conductor will be here soon," he said in a hoarse voice, panting low, "don't overdo it, Draco."

"I'm thinking of you, Harry." The boy said softly, he raised his leg a little higher, and pressed his hand suggestively on a certain part, and Harry quickly reached out to stop him, "I I felt that you might not see enough of me, so I quietly followed...Since this is the case, of course I will fulfill your request."

Embarrassed and annoyed, Harry struggled to get up, but the other's hand was still gripping his Achilles' heel, forcing him to succumb to him.He felt that the blood all over his body seemed to be rushing towards the place he touched, numb and itchy, and there was an unspeakable joy... It was like a storm that enveloped his whole body, stimulating every cell in his body. It was all too obvious why this was happening... Harry writhed and moaned uncontrollably, and just as he was about to reach a certain point, Draco ducked his head and took him tenderly into his mouth.

Harry's mind went blank for a moment.He could hardly believe what he had done, the way he acted reminded him of him sucking his finger just now, so erotic and lingering, it was mind blowing.

"Are you comfortable, Harry?" Draco asked seductively, licking the corner of his mouth.

Harry turned his head to avoid his enthusiastic eyes, his neck was red, his mind was still unable to recover from the stimulation just now, and it was in a mess.

How could he do such a thing—he—

He covered his eyes with one hand and sighed.He felt that the world must be crazy.

"I came to see you tonight." Draco sucked loudly on his chin, lazily pulled his pants on, and squeezed his waist along the way.Only then did Harry realize that he hurriedly pushed him away and sat up, jumping aside and pulling up his trousers.

He gave him a savage look, pushed open the door and ran into the corridor, Draco catching up to him, walking briskly beside him.

The sky was completely dark, and the night came with stars, and a sharp moon hung on the mountain.There are dim yellow lights on at the head of the station, connecting from one end to the other, like a pearl necklace jumping and falling into the abyss, in a panic.

When they were about to reach the carriage, Draco took Harry's hand.The boy looked at him suspiciously, and was about to ask a question when he kissed him lightly on the forehead.

"I love you, Harry," he whispered.

Harry looked at him, the light from the street lamp creating scattered and bright shadows on his face, like a quasar radiating and shining at a certain point.His cheeks hide the stars of the entire universe.

He smiled.

Even though the confession didn't make him feel happy in the slightest, he tiptoed to kiss him, kissing the tip of his nose.

"You don't need an enhanced Firebolt-Arrow to catch me, Draco." As long as you don't hide anything from me.