[HP] End of Death

Draco did come to see him that night.He dropped the prefect's task of leading the new students again, and dragged Harry around the castle.The cool night wind blew their cheeks a little cold, and Harry remembered that when the school started last semester, they also comforted each other in the castle of night.

At times like this, he wanted to forget those troublesome things, think about nothing, and just walk with him forever in the wind, light and mist.

They took each other's hands and walked slowly up the lonely spiral staircase.Thin spiral iron rods were intricately carved, and moonlight streamed through the ditches that contained iron-like rivers.Their footsteps resounded in the depths of the broken marble tiles, like shadows creeping silently into immortality.

Harry looked up at a portrait he had never seen before. It showed a dark blue courtyard with dew and tulips growing in the mist. When you blow it, it shakes out of shape.The woman in the painting is combing her golden hair, which hangs from her shoulders to the ground like a splendid waterfall.

They kiss in front of the portrait.Harry simply loved the rusty night, the stale, decadent depravity, and the thrill of rebellion.The touch between the lips is like unopened plump flower buds squeezing each other, and the sweet flower juice falls from the soft gap.

When Harry told Draco how he felt, they were lying together on the bed in the Room of Requirement.Still the night and the stars enveloped them, Harry pressed his elbows on the mattress, trying to relax as much as possible for Draco to open up.

He knew it would happen—from the moment they met at Madam Malkin's clothing store, he could clearly see the desire in his eyes, the desire for freedom, the desire for him, and it was hard to ignore in every sense.

Draco leaned over from behind and kissed the corner of his mouth, he felt as if he had a piece of moonlight in his mouth, a little cold, and he still felt very thirsty, so he turned his head and kissed back forcefully, chasing the moonlight.

"I love you, Harry. I love you," he said, as if addicted, and kept repeating in his ear, as if trying to prove something.Harry found it difficult not to be affected by his sweet words, just like the previous confession in front of the carriage, knowing that he was covering up his purpose and diverting his attention, he still couldn't forget it.

How could he not know? ...he must have known.He knew that this way was the most effective, he couldn't resist his tenderness at all, he could always fall easily, just because he wanted to.

"Why don't you speak, Harry?" he asked softly. "Have you nothing to say?"

Harry's hands gripped the sheets tightly, his neck thrown back.He turned his head and stared at him, gritted his teeth, and said in a low and hoarse voice intermittently: "You are so cunning, Draco."

"How can I fool you without being cunning." Draco bit his neck lightly, leaving crescent-like deep and shallow marks on it, like blue shadows, "Say you love me, Harry."

He coaxed him devilishly in his ears, and at the same time forced him with actions, so that he had to put down his dignity and beg for mercy.

"Draco..."

"Come on, Harry. Or do you want me to - this?"

He went a little deeper, and Harry straightened up and gasped.He felt that his body was no longer his own, and even his ability to think was completely deprived and handed over to the evil devil.

But maybe that's what he wanted, Harry thought, handing him over to him for his pleasure...

He had died for himself once.He has looked directly into the eyes of death, and he has the courage to make a choice.Harry comforted himself, maybe it was just his nervousness, or he was escaping reality... But no matter what, at this moment he only wanted to immerse himself in this warm sea.

"...I love you, Draco."

Harry, Ron and Hermione met in the common room at breakfast the next day.Harry's explanation for his night out was "had a conversation with Dumbledore", and Ron seemed to be fine with that.

"When will Dumbledore start giving you lessons?" His tone sounded expectant.

"I don't know either. He'll let me know when he says it." Harry didn't continue, because the students passing by were staring at him curiously, whispering from time to time, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"I love sixth grade—we have tons of free time where we can just sit around and do nothing."

"Ron, we should use this time to study!" said Hermione.

"Yes, but not today." Ron put his hands behind his head. "Today is going to be a good night's sleep."

They came to eat breakfast at the long table in the auditorium, Harry's eyes sneaked to the long table of Slytherin, he found Draco in a row of students, he was dealing with the cake in front of him, a little stained on the corner of his mouth cream.

Harry stared at him like he couldn't get enough of it, every movement of his seemed so engrossing that he couldn't take his eyes off him.

It wasn't until Professor McGonagall came down to arrange the timetable for each student that Harry barely finished the breakfast on the plate and faced her with puffy cheeks.

"Next, Potter... Potter..." Professor McGonagall flipped through the notes in her hand, "Spells, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbalism, Transfiguration...all are fine. I have to say, I transform you Satisfied with the results of the technique, Potter, very satisfied. But why don't you apply to continue Potions?"

"However, my Potions OWLs were not 'Excellent', Professor."

"Professor Snape only accepts 'excellent' students in his classes, but Professor Slughorn is more than willing to let 'good' students enter the advanced class. Would you like to continue studying Potions?"

At yesterday's dinner, Dumbledore announced that the new professor Slughorn would teach Potions, and Snape got his wish to become a teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, which surprised Harry and even felt anger.

Wasn't Dumbledore worried that this would lead Snape back to his old ways?In any case, he still doubted him until now, although Dumbledore trusted him very much.

"Yes," said Harry, "but I didn't buy any textbooks or materials—"

"I'm sure Professor Slughorn is willing to lend you some." Professor McGonagall made a note on the paper, "Very well, Potter. Here is your class schedule. By the way, I have already Twenty students have signed up for the Quidditch team, and I will give you the list when the time comes, and you can arrange the trials when you have time."

Only then did Harry remember that he had become the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and he nodded to Professor McGonagall, who went to arrange Ron's lessons.

Harry turned to look at the Slytherin table again, where Draco was checking his new timetable.He put down the parchment, looked up to meet Harry's gaze, smiled at him, took out a piece of paper from his bag and started writing.

Harry lowered his head, suddenly feeling out of breath.After a while, there was a crisp sound of flapping wings, and Harry suddenly raised his head, and grabbed the folded paper crane.

On the paper it reads:

Savior, what class did you take?

Mine were Potions (I got 'Excellent'), Herbalism, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Charms.

PS I know you want to know, so I will tell you first.

P.SS. If you stare at me again, I'm going to kiss you.

The expression on Harry's face kept changing, he raised his head and gave Draco a hard look, wrote on the back of the paper "I chose the same as you, you stupid ferret" and flew back, with his back He picked up his schoolbag and Ron walked out of the auditorium.