[HP] End of Death

These days, Draco spends more than five hours a day in the Room of Requirement with Nott, while juggling increasingly complex sixth-grade homework, and at the same time he can spare his energy to keep an eye on Harry's every move— I don't know if it was because of his nervousness, but the day before the Quidditch match, he felt dizzy and couldn't walk.

"—you've got a fever, Draco. Tomorrow's game—"

"No, I want to play." He said stubbornly, his voice hoarse.

"You can't even speak clearly, I think-" Urquhart, the new captain of the Slytherin team, shook his head. He glanced at the armchair next to him, and there was a big, strong boy sitting there, looking menacingly. Watch here.

"I'll be fine tomorrow," Draco said, actually delirious with fever, resting his flushed cheeks on one hand, "I'm sure I'll win this time, my dad bought me a new broom ...I'm sure I can beat Potter."

Urquhart thought to hell if you could beat Harry Potter in this state, but he didn't say it.He glanced at Harper who had been waiting for a long time, and waved him over.

"Well, Draco, if you haven't rested tomorrow - sorry, I have to think about the whole team - I will put Harper in your place. We must beat Gryffindor and let them see See how unreliable this new captain is..."

"Harper can't." Draco glanced at the five-year-old boy and shook his head, "He can't, only I can defeat Potter."

"Hey, are you looking down on me, Malfoy?" Harper stared at Draco fiercely, his eyes bulging. "You think you are much better than me?"

"It's not that I'm much stronger than you, but that you're much weaker than Potter." His voice was a little weak, he sneered, and looked up at him, "Do you think you have a chance of snatching the Snitch from his phone?" ?”

"Don't piss me off with this, Malfoy. Even if I don't get the Snitch, I can knock him off the broom," Harper said coldly.

"You dare to do this, Harper, you dare to deliberately violate the rules, let's see how I will deal with you in the future!" Draco raised his voice instantly when he heard the words, he coughed violently, his face flushed even more, "Don't forget , you are just temporarily replacing me! How dare you take this opportunity to do some infamous things—”

They quarreled more and more, and when they were about to fight, Urquhart had to growl and tear them apart.

"That's enough, you two, stop arguing! Anyway, if you don't get better tomorrow, Draco, just stay there and let Harper play for you! That's it!" Urquhart said loudly, his His eyes swept back and forth between the angry two.Draco snorted and turned away without saying a word.

He walked forward while leaning on the cold wall, the dim light of the living room fell on his abnormally red cheeks through the dark green lake water.Coughing, he refused the condolences of several classmates, and strode out of the lounge.

The warm wind in the afternoon was so cold on his face, Draco felt that his blood was cold, and the wind took away all the warmth.His legs became stiff and hard to move, his arms were heavy as a burden, and he didn't know where he was going or why he didn't stop.

His body was weakening step by step, but his inner desire was getting stronger. He felt that this fire seemed to burn all his reason into ashes.The black spots of ashes were flying in front of his eyes, clouding his eyeballs, he wanted to roar loudly, to speak out what was in his heart, instead of secretly holding it in his heart like this; he wanted to run hard and do what he wanted to do , rather than stagnate.

Draco wanted to run to that person, and told him triumphantly that we were going to play against each other tomorrow, and I specially asked my father to buy me a new broom, just to beat you once in the game, and I will definitely beat you... He wants to smile flamboyantly at him, laugh wantonly, he wants to tell him proudly that we are not partners but opponents on the field, and I will not show mercy.

He wants to give him everything he has.For no reason, perhaps because his brain was burned out, his desire was particularly strong at this moment.

He wanted to see him, although he didn't know what to say when they met, but he just wanted to see him.Those unreasonable words, you will always know when you meet.

Draco stopped slowly at the edge of the corridor.The wind was still as cold, and his body was as stiff as ice.He was panting low, and he felt that he seemed to be more awake, although his head still hurt like hell.He rubbed his eyes, and the flying ashes disappeared.

What the hell was I thinking...?He shook his head, patted his hot cheek, and was in a bad way... said some incoherent things, and threw a tantrum at Urquhart.Not decent, really not decent.

Draco slid slowly along the wall and sat on the ground, looking down at the toes of his shoes.

Don't be stupid, Draco.You're back at square one again...It is not difficult to comprehend something in an instant, but it is easy to forget it in the morning after sleeping.

He always healed the scar and forgot the pain.

Draco heard footsteps coming from a corner not far away, he stood up, patted his pants, and looked there inadvertently, but when he touched the figure, he trembled and fled.

Draco was still ill that day, and he had to watch Harper and the others strut up to the pitch.Pansy seemed to come to comfort him, but Draco got up and left the hall before she could speak.

He wrapped the robe tightly around his body, took a small path to board the observatory, took a brass telescope on the table and turned the lens to the field.

The stadium zoomed in and he saw the Slytherin stands, Goyle and Crabbe pointing at the players on the field and giggling... The captain of the Gryffindor team shook hands with the captain of the Slytherin team, The whistle blows...

"Well, now they're off. I think everyone will be surprised to see the team Porter has thrown together this term. Many people thought that goalkeeper Ron Weasley had his ups and downs last term. , probably won't stay in the team anymore, but he has a close personal relationship with the captain, which undoubtedly helped him a lot..."

There was a roar of laughter in the Slytherin auditorium, and Draco turned the camera to the announcer's stand, and there was the tall, lanky, blond boy Zacharias Smith standing there.

"Oh, the first time the Slytherin team went to goal, it was Urquhart flying across the pitch - Weasley made the save, yeah, I guess he gets lucky every once in a while..."

Gryffindor scored goals again and again, and their players played very well. Even Ron, who has been criticized all the time, played smoothly this time as if he had taken Felicia, and easily rescued one after another. a ball.

The audience sang the old song he made up "Weasley is Our King" again, and Draco's eyes chased the golden-red figure, his black hair stuck to his sweaty neck, The tense muscles in the arm flexed gracefully, and he saw him give a thumbs up to Ron, who had saved the ball, and then suddenly someone flew over and bumped into him, almost knocking him off the broom—

It's Harper!

Draco put down the telescope heavily and strode out of the observatory.There was a fire burning in his chest, he felt that he had finally found a chance to get angry reasonably, but he also felt that his emotions were just a show for himself...

He ran down the observatory, but instead of heading for the pitch, he headed for the Slytherin lounge.On the way, he bumped into the players coming back from the game-he didn't expect the game to end so soon-they looked downcast and angry, and Harper was telling them angrily: "—I had already I caught the Golden Snitch, and it's all because of that cunning Potter! He suddenly asked me how much Malfoy gave me to play for him, and then he snatched the Snitch!"

The Slytherins followed him, cursing and attacking Harry Potter. Draco stood behind the pillar and watched coldly without saying a word.The uproar grew louder and the crowd of Slytherins swarmed up the steps, and Draco took a step back, turning and running away before they could spot him.