[HP] End of Death

He didn't know where he was going, just like yesterday when he was burning in a daze, he just wanted to move forward, it's better to stay away from that world.

He would often have a sick feeling inside him, as if everything had lost its fun, and sometimes he didn't know what he was sitting in the Room of Requirement for, but other times he understood everything clearly.He felt that he was extremely contradictory. While doing this kind of thing, he wanted to get Harry's understanding at the same time... How is it possible?He will not agree with him, he is different from himself.

He is different from himself, why would he fall in love with such a completely different person?He loves him, and countless times of cold injury and fiery guilt poured molten iron, polished and quenched the youthful joy, and sealed this love in the cold iron.It was no longer possible for him to think of nothing but him, but he still loved him.

Draco stopped, and he found himself in the Gryffindor Tower unknowingly, and at this time they seemed to be having a celebratory party, with bright lights and cheers coming from inside.

He stood there stiffly, eyes closed.His forehead was still a little hot, and his temples were twitching and twitching, which was extremely uncomfortable.He pressed one hand on the handrail of the corridor and sighed, but it was still hot, even though it was bone-chillingly cold inside.

Draco saw a figure come out of the lounge, looking distressed, scratching at his hair.He looked at him obsessively, and whispered, "Harry."

The man turned his head abruptly, frowning in confusion: "...Draco? Why are you here?"

"Why don't you celebrate the party with them?" He didn't answer his question.

"I...uh...it's nothing." Harry shook his head, as if he felt a little embarrassed.

"You are a big hero today, and you snatched the Golden Snitch from Harper... A big hero should be surrounded by fans, why stay here alone?" He slowly approached him, his voice hoarse, " By the way, I didn't give Harper a dime."

"It's none of my business—"

"Have you had a fight with your friend?"

"Ah? No—" the boy denied, and Draco had already leaned his head on his shoulder, a little thin, making him uncomfortable, "What are you doing? There are people here, don't—"

Draco dragged him to the empty classroom next to him without saying a word.His fingers were cold, while Harry's were hot, sweaty from a recent workout, and clammy in his hands.

"Okay, Draco, I'm just out to get some air - Ron and Hermione had a fight -"

"Oh, why? He's really showing off today." They sat across the table, Draco hugging his waist tightly, and buried his head in the crook of his neck.He stuck out his tongue and licked it, and Harry shivered.

"Ron and Lavender are - er - together. Hermione saw them making out..."

Draco remembered the conversation he overheard before, laughed, and bit him on the neck: "In public? He's so hypocritical."

Harry rolled his eyes at him and ignored him.He squirmed uncomfortably to get off of him, and Draco pushed his hips up and hugged him tighter.

"I don't think he's a good kisser, is he?" Draco said sarcastically, and before he could answer, he moved up to cover his lips, and put his hand on the back of his head to keep him from moving away.He licked his lips, poked his tongue in to push open his jaw, and stirred wantonly in his mouth.

"Learn, Harry, we've kissed so many times and you still haven't grown." He saw the boy glaring at him viciously, and kissed him again with a smirk. rubbed it.

"I want to kiss you in public too, Harry." He pressed him on the table, lifted the hem of his shirt, kissed it along the waistline, and bit his chest lightly, "You are mine, ha Li, no one wants to touch you..."

"Hypocrisy." He heard the person below him say, in a low voice, "Draco, what else do you want from me?"

He froze in place for an instant, and the blood in his body was completely cold, condensing into ice bit by bit.Harry lay on his back on the table, looking at him calmly, his piercing eyes smashed all his pretense through the glasses.

"I won't give you Felicity Potion. It's impossible for me to help you knowing that you will do bad things. I didn't tell Professor McGonagall what you planned last time, but if there is a next time... I won't do it again Conceal it for you."

Draco stared into his emerald green pupils, a deep tunnel with a dying morning light at the end.He smiled contemptuously, brushed away the black hair in front of his eyes, and kissed his eyes a little frivolously: "Don't you think that after you said these words, I would obey your threats, haha Leigh? . . . so naive."

"you--"

"Go ahead and tell Professor McGonagall, I'm sure they won't do anything to me." He put his hands on his ears and raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, "I warned you not to meddle, Harry...pretend We don’t know anything, we can still do well…”

"It's naive of you, Draco... I can't believe you can say such brazen things... Only you think it's nothing, it's unimaginable. Maybe I was wrong, I shouldn't forgive you for imagining that you've changed—"

"Change? Harry, what kind of change do you want me to make?" The disappointment in his eyes hurt him deeply, which made Draco's tone worse, and he couldn't choose what to say, "Do you want I listen to you, become a lackey of the Order of the Phoenix? You think so, right? Listen, Harry, you can't imagine that everyone is like you!"

"You don't know what you're talking about, Draco." Harry looked at him incredulously, "You weren't like this before—so you're determined to stand against me and help Voldemort kill us?"

"I don't want to stand against you, Harry." Draco said slowly after a moment of silence.

"Really, but what you've done makes it hard for me to believe that." Harry said coldly, "I've never met a more hypocritical person... Maybe your father is one, Della division……"

"You can't say that about my father, Harry."

"I don't want to argue with you about this issue. I have no delusions that you will become the same as me, and I won't think so in the future." He looked a little tired, and he waved his hand to go down, but was caught by Draco He buckled his waist and turned over and pressed it on the table.

"It hurts—what are you doing!" Harry was so angry that he was about to get up while propping up his upper body. The boy pressed down on his shoulders, picked up his clothes, stroked his back inch by inch, and then went around to The front pinched the bump on his chest and twisted it hard.

"Go away, Draco—" he realized what he was going to do, twisted his shoulders and struggled, Draco forcefully took his hand and pressed it behind his back, and tied it tightly with his tie.

He took off his pants, pulled his legs up so that he was kneeling on the table, separated his legs slightly, and stretched out his hands in front of him to soothe him.The other party struggled and cursed angrily, but still couldn't hold on to the confession in his hands.He rubbed his waist, and cautiously poked two fingers in.Harry's body jerked violently, and he moaned softly, the base of his neck flushed.

"You'll regret it, Draco, get off of me - how dare you do this to me..." He gasped, biting his lower lip to keep himself from making a sound.

Draco still didn't speak, he gently took off Harry's glasses, took a bite on the back of Harry's neck, and squeezed in hard without mercy.

"De-la-co! You-what nerves-ah!" Feeling a certain point touched, Harry's voice changed suddenly.Draco knew that he had found it, so he no longer restrained himself, and pressed him hard as if venting his anger.His strength became stronger each time, and Harry felt that his body was going to be smashed through. Waves of pleasure hit his brain, making him almost lose his mind and sink into this absurd joy.

He felt himself being turned over, his legs pressed to the sides by the opponent, and he went deeper again.Harry opened his eyes slightly, and Draco's gray-blue eyes looked like a dark scar, with flame-like lines curling around the edge, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a shaking shadow, like a shadow deep in the forest.

"Maybe I will never be able to change your opinion." He turned his head to one side and closed his eyes in pain.Maybe he did something wrong, he took his guilt as a change, and easily held such high expectations for him - he shouldn't have been demanding on him, what choice he made was his business, he didn't rights interference.

It's just that he thought that after all the pain, torture, betrayal, and hand in hand they had gone through, they would be more connected and he would be different.

But this is just his wishful thinking.In the end they are back to square one.

"We've never seen it the same way, Harry. That doesn't mean anything."

He looked at him and shook his head: "No, you're wrong. You don't understand. We can't help ourselves."