[HP] End of Death

Gryffindor bedroom.

It was evening at this time, the curtains in the dormitory were drawn tightly, and the rich sunset illuminated the bed bright red through the thick crimson curtains.Harry put the kettle on the bedside table. As soon as he opened the bed curtain, a pair of hands pulled it in and pressed it hard against the bed.

Harry raised his head, and the boy on top of him had an angry expression on his face. His face was flushed red because of the sunset, his short golden hair hung messily by his ears, and his gray eyes were glowing red at this moment. .He stared at him like he was about to goug a hole in Harry's face.

"You really dare to do this, Potter, you actually——you—" Draco's voice was suppressed, and he seemed to feel extremely ashamed, his cheeks turned even redder, and he didn't say any more.

"Did I do anything?" Harry endured his increasing pressure and continued to play dumb.

"You want to deny it after taking advantage?!" Draco laughed angrily, he leaned down and approached him, and slowly rubbed his lips against the side of his ear, "You and Ron really treat me like a pet, huh? Don't you?" Think it's funny? Also, you dare to bring me back to the dormitory—"

"That's because I thought you hadn't turned back so quickly! It's only been an hour!" Harry tried to break free from his restraints, and Draco stretched out a leg to press his lower body, and he felt even more angry, That means Harry actually planned to go back to the dormitory and continue to treat him like that?This is a great shame and humiliation for him!

Draco couldn't forget that they put him on the small table in the lounge and stared at him curiously just now, and Harry stretched out his fingers to stroke the fur on his back over and over again, and he felt an uncontrollable pleasure...More What's more, he turned him over later and touched his body despite his struggle, Draco felt that his whole body was touched...

"I think you're getting bolder, Potter." Draco stared at him and said slowly, "I have to let you taste what I just suffered."

"What are you talking about—stop! Let me go—!" Harry struggled vigorously after realizing what he wanted to do, and Draco pulled his pillow cover and stretched it out of his mouth and wrapped it around the back of his head, he He took off his coat, tore off the necktie and threw it aside, lifted the hem of his shirt and leaned in, stroking his body vigorously on purpose.

Harry's face was flushed, and he felt a rush of heat in his lower abdomen, which made him feel so humiliated that he raised his leg to kick him.Draco pressed his knees quickly and sat up, he squeezed his waist viciously, rolled over his body and ripped off his shirt as well.The boy's back is slender and graceful, and the raised spine slowly extends like a mountain range.Draco's eyes darkened, he stretched out his hand to touch his spine joint by joint, Harry seemed to feel a little itchy, struggled a little, Draco immediately held him down.He stared at his body that was reddened by the setting sun, a strange warmth came to his mind, and then it turned into an irresistible impulse, and he pulled down his pants.

Harry's body froze for a moment, and he struggled violently, Draco couldn't hold on for a while, and was almost thrown off the bed by him.Harry turned around and quickly shrank back to the corner of the bed. He tore off the pillow covering that blocked his mouth and glared at him: "What are you doing?!"

Draco looked at his disheveled and flushed face, and raised the corners of his lips to reveal an ambiguous smile, but his tone was unhurried and extremely flat: "We're only halfway through, Potter."

"It's not fair!" Harry protested without thinking, "I didn't touch your leg!"

"what?"

"You know—well, when you're a ferret, you have shorter legs, so—um…" Harry's voice was getting softer, and Draco's face had turned very ugly, and he tensed. Frowning, she rushed over and pulled him over and pressed him down.He didn't know what he wanted to do. In fact, he was not as angry as he imagined, but he just didn't want to let him go.

"Okay, Malfoy! You should have had enough fun...?" Harry felt hot all over, and the bed was so stuffy, he struggled to sit up, but when he was going to get his shirt, his hand was held down.The boy leaned forward, breathing against his ear.

"An hour." He said slowly.

"What are you kidding!"

Of course Draco didn't really torture Harry for an hour in the end, but that was enough for him.After it was over, he sat on the side and tidied his clothes leisurely, while Harry lay on the bed with the quilt covering his head, as if he didn't even want to look at him.

"Potter, I'm going back." He lazily pushed the ball of the quilt, and Harry kicked him from under the quilt, and Draco raised his eyebrows and grabbed his ankle.

"Let go, Malfoy!" Harry turned his head and lifted the quilt, and they looked at each other for a while, Draco suddenly grabbed the quilt and covered his head with force, and left with a triumphant smile amidst the boy's scolding.

Hearing the sound of the bedroom door being closed, Harry opened the bed curtain and took a look outside, then retracted into the bed, covering himself in the quilt.He looked down at his body, gritted his teeth and looked at the red finger marks on it, and couldn't help but grasp the quilt tightly.

"Malfoy... just wait for me!"

The next morning, when Harry put on his school uniform and went to eat in the cafeteria as usual, even his rough nerves felt that Ron and Hermione looked at him a little strangely, but he didn't care.But when he was in herbal medicine class, even the eyes of the students around him became weird. Harry looked down at his clothes, and found that they were not worn backwards, and the buttons were buttoned neatly... Could it be Della? The trace left by Ke yesterday was found?But his neck is clean...

Harry splashed a drop or two on his clothes as he squeezed the ichor out of Babo's tuber with his dragonhide gloved hands, and he collected the viscous liquid in a bottle and handed it to Professor Sprout.

"Madam Pomfrey should be happy now." Professor Sprout put a stopper on the mouth of the last bottle. "The pus of Babo's tuber is the best medicine for stubborn acne. This will prevent students from They used drastic means to remove their pimples."

They packed their schoolbags and walked out of Greenhouse No. [-]. They walked through the wet vegetable field. Ron still looked at him from time to time, as if he wanted to say something. Harry finally couldn't help it: "Well, Ron, you've been doing this since morning." That's it—what's going on?"

Ron seemed to have finally been pardoned, and lowered his voice and asked, "Harry, were you—well, retaliated by Malfoy yesterday?"

Hearing the name "Malfoy", Harry's vigilance was instantly raised to the highest level, and his heart almost jumped into his throat. Did they really find out?That's impossible - or did Malfoy say it himself?He does look like someone who would do something like this...

"...Why do you ask?" Harry asked cautiously.If Malfoy dared to spread the word, he wouldn't mind telling every Gryffindor student about his wonderful experience as a ferret.

"Uh, Harry, did you really not notice that you were wearing a Slytherin tie? I don't think you usually have contact with other Slytherin students..." Before Ron could finish speaking, Harry's expression changed.

And some sharp-eyed students of Slytherin also noticed that the young master of a well-known pure-blood family didn't wear a tie today, especially Crabbe and Goyle were shocked, they all knew very well how much Draco usually cared about him In appearance, such a thing as not wearing a tie would never happen to him.

They are planning to ask what's going on-although it is likely to be reprimanded by their boss, it is really unusual, not to mention they also heard that Draco was turned white by Moody yesterday afternoon Itachi was taken away by the Potter trio...

But Draco didn't give them this chance, he threw his schoolbag to Crabbe after class, asked him to help him take it back to the lounge, and left in a hurry.

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other, Crabbe frowned: "I think Malfoy is a bit abnormal today..."

Goyle nodded approvingly.

"Why don't we go and have a look?"

Harry rushed to the Slytherin lounge without putting his schoolbag away after class. He thought of several ways to teach Draco a lesson in his mind. He thought it was all his fault—it must have been him yesterday. He took his tie by mistake while putting on his clothes, which led to this misunderstanding. Now everyone realized that something happened between them!