[HP] End of Death

He pushed him into a small, narrow warehouse and closed the door behind his back.The room fell into a quiet darkness for an instant, only a beam of slanted light from the transom illuminated Harry's jeans and gray sneakers. He looked at the boy in front of him through the light band, and the flying dust seemed to be telling something. fairy tale.

Neither of them spoke, Draco hugged him and kissed him.He pushed him against the wall, and then fell together in a pile of old curtains and tablecloths piled up next to him, with the smell of dry cloth and the other's warm breath in his nostrils.Draco pressed him firmly in the soft red curtains, straddled Harry, kissed him from forehead to chest, lifted his shirt and licked his collarbone and the cherry red of his chest.Harry hugged Draco's neck tightly, running a hand through his hair.He felt an uncontrollable urge in his lower abdomen, his legs straightened unnaturally, and his toes shyly curled up.

The scene in front of him gradually became blurred, and Harry knew that the effect of the compound potion had worn off. He reached into his pocket to try to find the glasses, but before he could find them, he was pulled out eagerly.Draco unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the waistbands down to just below his knees.

"You already feel it, Harry." Draco leaned over and whispered in his ear, squeezed through his underwear, Harry raised his leg to kick him, but the other party took the opportunity to grab his leg and press him sides.He took off his trousers completely and threw them on the ground, pressing his fingers on some hidden place.Harry turned his head and buried his face in the cloth in embarrassment, but was forced back by the other party.

"You know what I was thinking, Harry?" He pecked his lips, and Harry deepened the kiss by hooking the back of his neck.After the two parted breathlessly, Draco gritted his teeth and looked at the person below him. He felt that every cell in his body was seducing him, his breathing and heartbeat, the tips of sweaty hair, the red Cheeks and skin all exude a seductive aura.He just wanted to possess him fiercely, let him smell of him from the inside out.

However, the other party didn't know it at all, and seemed to feel that his eyes were a little hot, so he avoided his eyes uncomfortably, and asked, "What were you thinking just now?"

Draco swallowed, and whispered, "I'm wondering when we'll get married."

Upon hearing this, the boy blushed even more.He hugged him tightly and buried his head in his chest.

"We can have a smaller one after it's all over," he whispered.

"Why smaller?" Draco frowned. "Are you saving me money?"

"You really want the world to know?" Harry narrowed his eyes.

"Of course, otherwise what do you think?" He bit his shoulder, "I want everyone to know that you are my savior, not theirs, you only belong to me."

They kissed again, fierce and passionate, with mixed breaths.Harry sank, moaning under the heavy impact.Wave after wave of heat hit the top of his head like a devastation. When Draco raised his legs and entered sideways, he grabbed the fabric next to him so as not to roll down.

He heard the deep and elegant male voice singing the gentle and swirling French song again, it was like a soft silk floating on his face, he seemed to see the rich purple sunset glow on the black hills, the sadness of standing on the dark blue street on a rainy night The man... the light from the transom became cold and dark, shining like faint emblems in the corners of Draco's eyes.He kissed him one after another, and Harry saw his own marks on his white neck, a small patch like a bruised black rose.

The hoarse male voice and the gentle female voice lingered in the ears, and they sang a sentence repeatedly, helpless and sad, as sad as an untouchable blue mist.

Draco backed away from him, panting, his pale hand caressing Harry's forehead in tiny spots of light.He also noticed the singing that flowed like warm water.

"'It was a market day/That's how I met you/I saw your eyes in the crowd/It made me forget everything'," he whispered.

Harry looked at him in confusion, and Draco explained, "This is the opening line of that song, and it's the part sung by a male voice."

Harry nodded, he sat up with Draco's hand, ruffled his bad hair, and looked at the messy fabric they had messed up with some annoyance.

"So what's next?" he asked.

"...'It was a market day/I mustered up the courage to talk to you/I can feel the love falling between us/Even though the war is raging...'" Draco listened for a while, then sang softly, he Her voice is hoarse and pleasant, and she has an indescribable elegance when she sings French songs.His eyes drifted away, then suddenly turned back, looking straight into Harry's eyes.

"Pardon mon amour." He sang softly.Those gray-blue eyes contained tiny starbursts like fish swimming in the sea, overflowing from those dark eyes moment by moment, wrapping him tightly.Harry felt as if his heart had been firmly grasped, the heart-wrenching soreness and pain, as well as the softness with unknown meaning.

"Pardon monamour." He repeated, running his fingers gently through his hair.Harry took his hand.

"What does that mean?" he asked tremblingly.

"'I'm sorry, my love'." He smiled, and looked sideways out the window, where there was only a bleak pale sky, "'No, I don't regret it at all/I wish you knew/Even if I could do it all over again /I'll ​​do the same...'"

"'We didn't choose to die/We chose to live together/The love for each other grows stronger every day/Even if it's just crazy about love...Sorry my love/I'm sorry my love...'"

Harry held his hand tightly, he bit his lower lip, and stopped, "Stop talking, Draco. Stop talking..."

Draco leaned down and kissed his fingers.

"I'm sorry, Harry."

"You didn't apologize to me." Harry bent down and picked up his clothes and pants from the ground. "We chose to walk down together. This is our common choice. You didn't apologize to me."

"I've given you a lot of trouble, Harry," he whispered. "I'm sorry about what happened before."

Harry finished buttoning his shirt, he looked up after hearing Draco's apology, suddenly thought of something, and asked, "By the way, what's with that necklace?"

Draco's expression froze, his face a little ugly.

"That was a mistake I made...a stupid decision," he said slowly. "At the time...I didn't figure it out."

"Did Voldemort ask you to do this?" Harry knew, "When did it happen?"

"In fifth grade."

He nodded and stopped talking.The two silently restored the small warehouse to its original state, Harry put his hand on the doorknob, and Draco pressed his wrist.

"Don't be mad at me, Harry," he said in an almost pleading tone, "I was wrong, I was very... stupid back then, and I made a lot of mistakes."

Harry glanced back at him and shrugged. "I'm not mad at you, Draco. That's all in the past."

"I know, I shouldn't have listened to Voldemort and changed the necklace, I—"

"Needless to say, Draco." Harry interrupted him, looking at him seriously, "It's over."

Draco looked at him.He lowered his head, took out a small snakeskin purse from his pocket, and took out a familiar necklace with two precious stones in it.He unfastened the buckle at the back and carefully put it around Harry's neck.

"This is the original necklace," he said. "I won't forget what I did, and I won't forgive myself."

Harry looked down at the lost and found necklace, the onyx and garnet colliding with each other and making a crisp sound.He stretched out his hand and touched it, it was bitingly cold.

"I just saw a piece of paper in your wallet, what's that?" Harry changed the subject.

"Oh... you said that," Draco raised his eyebrows, his expression was a little tangled, "that's my love letter to you."

"What?" Harry's eyes widened. "You wrote me a love letter?"

"It was sent to you with the love potion. It seems you didn't see it, so it's better." Draco shrugged.

"I want to see, Draco!"

"No."

"Why, you obviously wrote it to me!"

"I'll read it to you the day we get married."

"...Then it seems that I can't wait for that day."

"What did you say?" Draco grabbed Harry by the collar and pulled him back, a little angrily, "Harry, are you capable of repeating it again?"

Harry took a step back with a dry smile, and he was thinking about how to calm his emotions when Draco patted his face and sighed.

"Forget it, I owe you all this."

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The lyrics in this article come from "Pardonmonamour", strongly recommended, super nice, the lyrics are very suitable for this article