[HP] End of Death

"Yes—I'm sorry! Harry! I'll clean it up for you!" Ron apologized in a panic, pulled out his wand and pointed to the potion on Harry's body and said, "Clean it up", seeing the stains from Harry's body He let out a sigh of relief when the clothes disappeared.

Harry went to the toilet and wiped the potion off his face with a towel.He felt a little dizzy, and a throbbing and melancholy feeling suddenly surged in his heart, filling his whole body like an inflated hydrogen balloon.This kind of feeling is not unfamiliar, it has existed before—maybe at the beginning of this semester—or in the fourth grade, that uncontrollable youthful feeling that is unstoppable for another person.

Harry sat back on the bed with his forehead pressed, and Ron asked about his situation worriedly, but he ignored him, feeling that the depression in his heart was difficult to resolve.

He suddenly began to miss that person crazily, his mind was full of his appearance, and he played back in front of his eyes like rewinding... He passed by in the corridor with his friend arrogantly, he challenged him with a smirk, he held him He walked towards the Triwizard Cup in the woods with his hands together, he smiled and fell down in front of him, he hugged him and kissed each other in the deep blue night, reaching the deepest part of each other...everything is him, he is contaminated with everything he has My memory is like a silver-gray storm that cannot be shaken off...

However, this strong longing gradually changed, and those memories disappeared, leaving only the enthusiasm that burned the reason.He felt his chest was full of throbbing fire, extremely hot, and even reached an unbearable level... He was in a crisis, and he thought dimly that there was only one person who could resolve his crisis... He wanted to see that person, He must see him... He doesn't care what the consequences are, he wants to see him—

He stood up abruptly, his eyes staring blankly.

"Harry? What's wrong with you?" Ron looked at him worriedly. "Are you feeling unwell?"

"I——I'm going out." He said in a hoarse voice, walked a few steps and opened the door.

Draco was standing in the corridor outside the Slytherin lounge, frowning at the distant, erratic stars in the sky.His heart was like a crumbling galaxy, almost unable to bear the pressure and collapsed, a complete defeat.

He had another argument with Nott just now.The time is approaching... Nott's threats and persecution... More importantly, they still haven't repaired the disappearing cabinet, and the growing sense of frustration has made the conflict between the two more and more serious.

They almost quarreled when they met these days, and unfortunately they still lived in the same dormitory, Draco had to close the curtains as soon as he got back to the dormitory, and Nott also meant it—he They all left the dormitory early and sat far away from him during class.

He has no one to tell these troubles and pains, they are getting deeper and deeper, like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger, and one day they will completely crush him.And Draco felt he was reaching his limit.

He can't do it... can't do it, he can't do it... he can't do the job, Nott is stalking him for taking advantage of it, and Harry can't understand him... he's going to be fucked, it's all It will all be destroyed in his hands.

Draco kicked the wall hard, but felt the pain in the soles of his feet, and his heart was even more frustrated.He leaned against the wall with his head down, covering his eyes with one hand.

no solution anymore.sorry Sorry.no solution anymore……

He walked out along the long corridor.It was already February, and the snow on the grass had melted into snow water, making the soil muddy.The air was cold and damp, and the biting chill seeped into his bones, like cold water extinguishing his enthusiasm.He suddenly wanted to cry, but he held back.

The path he chose, he deserved to endure these pains... But it was too heavy, too depressing, too depressing, what should he do, what should he do...

"...Draco?" A voice sounded next to his ear, and that person seemed a little hesitant.He turned his head in disbelief and saw Harry standing in front of him.

The boy's eyes were dazed, even nervous and shy - Draco felt that he was definitely wrong.

"I've been looking for you, Draco," said the boy, walking up and grabbing his sleeve. "I miss you so much."

"You—what's wrong with you?" Draco's eyes widened in surprise, he wondered if Harry had taken the wrong medicine, but the boy hugged him tightly the next moment.His body was scalding like fire, and it passed to him wave after wave through his clothes.

Something flashed through Draco's mind, and an unbelievable ecstasy hit him.

He remembered, he had sent him a love potion...he didn't think it would work, but...!

Seeing his delay in responding, Harry became a little restless.He stomped his feet suddenly, raised his head and kissed him with a blushing face.

Harry's kiss was reckless and unskilled, more like a young boy's first taste of forbidden fruit.Draco came back to his senses, and carried him to a deserted corner.He pushed him against the wall, kissed him back firmly, lifted his clothes up roughly with his palms, and set fire to him wantonly.Harry responded enthusiastically, with his arms around his shoulders, blushing all over his face.

After the kiss, the relationship between the two reached its peak.Draco looked at the panting boy in front of him with red eyes, his clothes were disheveled, his eyes were as bright as water, and his lips were red and swollen from his sucking.There was a voice in his heart clamoring to swallow him first, Draco clenched his fists, veins burst out, resisting the urge to pin him to the ground and do whatever he wanted.

No... this is the only chance, don't mess things up, Draco... He pursed his lips, pulled Harry into his arms again, and kissed the back of his neck tenderly.The boy trembled sensitively, hugged his waist tightly, and buried his head deeply into the socket of his neck.

"Harry," he whispered, "why did you come to me?"

Harry raised his head and looked at him innocently and bewilderedly, the intense emotion in his eyes made him regret it almost instantly.

"I need you," he sighed, "I can't leave you, Draco...or I'll die."

"Me too." Even though he knew that this was the effect of the love potion, Harry would never say such words in normal times, but Draco still had an impulse.He needs restraint.He replaced the urge with deep kisses, he caressed him, fingers lingering over his sensitive parts... the boy moaned, pampering him...

"I need you, Harry," he said, kissing his neck, "I need you to do me a favor... only you can..."

"What's the matter...?" the boy asked, his neck was covered with bite marks, which was very ambiguous.

"I need your Felix Felix. I really need it... or I'll die, and my parents will die too... Harry, you will help me, won't you? Surely you don't want to look at me Die..." His voice became more and more urgent, and in the end he grabbed his shoulder tightly and looked at him expectantly.

Harry opened his misty emerald green eyes and stared at him bewilderedly.He seemed to be pondering the implications of his words, then nodded slowly.

"Okay...Of course I will help you."

Draco looked at his face, the ecstasy and guilt at that moment were like two knives tearing him into countless pieces.