[HP] End of Death

Hermione and Ron breathed a sigh of relief.They got up and went down the stairs to the living room, only to find that Draco wasn't sitting on the couch.he is gone.Harry's heart sank into the ice cellar in an instant, freezing to the bone.

"Malfoy? Where have you been?" Ron called.His voice echoed lonely in the empty Black ancestral house.No one responded to him.

Harry immediately turned and walked towards the kitchen next to him, and the other two reacted immediately, searching other rooms on the first floor.

"Draco?" he called as he walked, his voice changing from hopeful at first to increasingly desperate, "Draco, where the hell have you been? Come out, don't scare me—"

They searched every room in the lobby on the first floor but found no sign of the boy, and finally gathered in the living room panting and looked at each other.

"He didn't leave, did he?" Ron guessed, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Impossible. If he passes through the hallway, he has to walk through the stairwell. Then we will see it."

"We haven't checked upstairs yet." Harry said in a deep voice, breathing evenly.

"But he can't go upstairs, Harry, we're sitting in the stairwell—"

"He can Apparate," he said. "If he wants to be left alone without us seeing, he will."

"Then let's go upstairs and have a look." Hermione didn't refute him.Ron muttered something, but they ignored it.

Harry ran up the stairs first, trying to cover up the panic and fear in his heart with actions, he knew he was just dying... If Draco Apparated, they should be able to hear the movement ... He probably left in a fit of anger after hearing their conversation, which was the outcome he was most afraid of.As he said, Draco has nowhere else to go, he can only rely on him... If anything happens to him, it's all his fault...

They walked quickly in the long corridor on the second floor, opening the door one by one and calling Draco's name.They came to the fork in the corridor, and Harry turned into the corridor on the right. Before Ron could stop him, he opened the first door of the corridor, and a mixed stench rushed over his face, which made Harry In an instant, I had the urge to close the door immediately.

"Uh, that room is a gathering place for vixens—" Ron scratched his hair shyly.

Harry slammed the door shut and locked it with precision.He had every reason to believe that Draco would never hide here.

They searched in two separate ways, and Harry walked alone in the dark corridor.The decoration style of Blake's ancestral home is extremely classical and noble, but due to years of disrepair, the exquisite sculptures and complicated patterns have faded, leaving only mottled gray-brown traces and blurred outline edges.

Harry closed a creaking wooden door.The room was dusty and there were no sheets on the beds, it appeared to be a rarely used room.

He continued to walk forward, and just as he was about to open the next door, the door suddenly opened inward by itself, and a hand stretched out to drag him in.

His back hit the door so hard that he grinned in pain.Harry coughed, and his neck was immediately bitten. A tall figure bullied him, holding his back with both hands and stroking vigorously.

He felt the man rubbing his chin against his shoulder, and he held his face with his hands, looking at the cold gray-blue eyes.

"Draco, why are you hiding here?" Harry asked.

The boy in front of him seemed to have floated up from a layer of warm water, and all the hallucinations melted away from his face like ice.He twitched the corners of his mouth and let go, those eyes looking down at him from above his head.

"What do you think, Harry? Don't you know why I'm here?"

"I……"

"Do you think I'm going to sit in the living room and listen to you choreographing me, and then pretend like nothing happened when you get back?"

"It's not like that, Draco, we didn't program you..." Harry hadn't heard Draco speak in such a sharp tone in a long time, or that he was always the most gentle towards him.His heart throbbed like a leak.

"Don't you guys think I have a connection with the Death Eaters?" Draco took a step closer, the intense pressure pressing on all of Harry's senses, making him tremble all over.He subconsciously wanted to lower his head, but the other party reached out and pinched his chin.

"No—" he opened his mouth to say something before Draco put his slender fingers into his mouth, rubbing his tongue lightly.

"They told you to stay away from me, didn't they, Harry?" he asked in a low voice.Harry didn't answer, in fact he couldn't answer.

"I'm sorry...very sorry." After a while, he said coldly, pulling back his fingers that were wet with his saliva.

Harry didn't care about his behavior, grabbed his arm, and explained hastily, "You're wrong, Draco. We don't doubt you—we believe you, it's just—it's just that we What happened just now is a bit worrying—”

"Do you trust me, Harry?" Draco asked, putting his hand over the back of his hand, looking into his eyes.

"Of course I believe you," Harry replied without thinking.

"Then you will sleep with me tonight."

Harry was a little embarrassed, he bit his lower lip, and said apologetically, "Sorry, Draco...I've already promised them."

"So you still chose them." The hand covering the back of his hand was tightened, and Draco shook him away forcefully, his tone indifferent.

"Why do you think that, Draco, it's not an alternative. I trust you, but you know, I have to think about something else..."

"Yeah, you trust me." He repeated his words slowly, pressing his palm to his cheek and moving down to stroke his lips slowly, "but, Harry, what you've done makes I don't feel that. Your friends and I haven't been able to get along well...they still won't believe me, think I'm still disconnected from the Death Eaters...I'm the first to suspect this. I can bear their suspicions for you, Harry, but I cannot accept being separated from you."

"It's not parting, Draco, we're still together—"

"But we don't have any alone time, and I can't even touch you. I can't stand that."

"But you know, we're not here to have fun."

Draco looked at him for a long time.He curled his lips and touched his nose casually: "I didn't think about having fun, Harry. But why do you think I'm standing here? Who do you think I'm doing this for?"

Harry took a deep breath and persuaded in a low voice: "...I know, Draco, I have no right to ask you to do anything. But we have just started now, and there may be many difficulties in the future. No challenge is over-"

"My father and Aunt Bella came to see me while you were away." Draco said suddenly, and Harry immediately fell silent, "They seemed to want to persuade me to go back, but I didn't give them the chance... …In the end we broke up. I thought a lot about it back then. I knew what I was going to go through, what questions I was going to face, I knew there was no place for me on either side, and I was alone. I could even say You are the only person who truly believes in me. Others may maintain a trusting attitude towards me on the surface, but once something happens, they will first suspect me like them. I have thought about it, but everything I imagined When it actually happened...I'm still sad. I don't feel sorry for them, I just feel sorry for you."

"I've always believed in you, Draco." Harry said, looking him in the eyes seriously.

"Yeah... so it's me, right? I always feel like one day you're going to have to choose between them and me. I don't want you to be in that situation, but I don't want to be given up either. Look, if I don't With you, I might not have been so miserable. But now, if you let me go—”

"You can't go, Draco!"

"Listen, Harry—"

Suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door, followed by Ron's indistinct shout: "Harry, are you in there? Harry? Did that Malfoy guy do something to you? -Answer me, Harry!"

They stared at the door panel without saying a word, Draco shrugged, his tone was both ironic and self-deprecating: "Look, that sounds like I really did something to you."

"Don't worry about it, Draco..."

"The more he said that, the more I wanted to realize his conjecture."

"...Huh?" Harry was taken aback, but the other party had already grabbed his collar and kissed him.He wrapped his arms around his waist, poked his fingertips into the hem of his shirt and stroked upwards ambiguously.Harry pushed him in a panic, the knock on the door was still ringing, as if the door was about to be pushed in the next moment, but Draco was even more energetic - he grabbed his hand and reached for his waistband.Harry's cheeks were flushed, and he patted his back hard, signaling him to let go of himself.

The door finally broke open, and Ron and Hermione rushed in.At that moment Harry pushed Draco away hard, and he didn't know why he had to use so much force.Draco took a step back when he pushed him, his expression turned ugly.

Ron and Hermione looked from Harry to Draco, as if to judge what was going on between them.

"Harry, you..."

"Well, there's nothing between us," Harry reflexively argued.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Draco snort coldly from his nasal cavity, turned away with his hands folded.

"Draco!" He ran out a few steps, but Hermione grabbed his arm, and she shook her head at him.Harry looked anxiously at the boy who was walking away in the corridor. He didn't look back, and his back looked particularly lonely.