[HP] End of Death

However, Draco didn't show up until dinner at the restaurant that evening.Kreacher unsteadily brought several small dishes to the table, and Regulus' golden locket dangled on his skinny chest, slapping its protruding ribs.

Harry ate absent-mindedly the whole time.He didn't participate in the discussion between Hermione and Ron about the Horcruxes, and he looked at the door expectantly as soon as he heard a little movement, but the hope always turned into disappointment in the end-the door was dark and there was no light from the stairwell. There is no light, and there is no shadow shaking in the dark.

The food on the plate was gradually wiped out by them, Kreacher got out from nowhere, stared at the watery, copper bell-like eyes, put away the plate, dragged his dirty apron slowly, Shun walked towards the kitchen.

Harry followed the two friends slowly towards the second floor.They agreed that the three of them would share a room, Hermione would sleep on the bed, and he and Ron would sleep on the floor.Harry didn't have a problem with this, or he didn't have the mind to think about these trivial issues at all right now.

It was difficult for him to ignore Draco's words, but it was also impossible to ignore the faint dissatisfaction of the two friends.During their heated discussions at the dinner table, Ron and Hermione would often look at Harry, obviously hoping that he would join them in their discussion, but he didn't respond... Harry could see that they were a little bit too partial to him. Not pleasant, but what can he do?

Harry leaned against the wall and scratched his hair violently, he was going crazy with them.He really, really hates seeing his lover argue with his friends, especially in a situation that requires a concerted effort.

"Harry, it's your turn to take a shower." Ron came out of the bathroom wearing a towel, and wiped his nose with a corner of the towel.

Harry nodded, picked up a change of clothes and dragged his tired body into the hot bathroom.

They talked for a while after the lights went out, Ron was worried about his family, Hermione and Harry kept comforting him, but Harry felt that he was still in a state of anxiety until he went to bed.Language is indeed powerless at this time, and only by seeing the reality with our own eyes can we feel at ease.

Harry put his hands on the back of his head and stared blankly at the ceiling.Downstairs, the street lights flickered and flickered, and the faded light red and orange beat alternately in the darkness, like the slender pulse of a patient.Hearing Ron's steady breathing, Harry turned over. He knew that Hermione might not be asleep, but he didn't want to disturb her, and he didn't know how to talk about them.

Hermione and Ron knew nothing about him and Draco.In fact, immediately after he convinced Draco, the Death Eaters invaded Hogwarts, followed by his own disappearance, and he didn't know what happened after that.

Everything went too fast and too hastily, giving them almost no buffer time.The conflict between Draco and Ron was not so easy to reconcile, Harry could understand, but that didn't mean it should go on like this... His temples were swollen and painful, Harry pulled up the quilt and lifted himself Hood in and force yourself to close your eyes and go to sleep.

Everything will be fine, he thought.He just fell asleep in a daze.

However, this feeling was not secure.He dreamed of a long corridor with snow falling at the end and a boy in a coat wrapped in the snow.He glanced at him, his eyes were as gray as the dark sky...Suddenly, he fell to the right, and the corridor suddenly turned into a dark blue tower, the sky revealed starlight, and the wind sounded like green scorched fire on his cheeks Burning... He heard the sound of something falling and breaking, like a glass ball cracked, and crystal clear, stone-hard teardrops rolled out from it.Then there was the sound of the sea breeze and the tide hitting his face, his muscles and bones seemed to have turned into soft rubber cloth and rubber tubes, agitated up and down with the vibration, like a flute being blown by the falling wind.

Harry suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.He sat up and looked around blankly.

The light on the ceiling had disappeared, but the darkness conceived in the air was thicker.The undulating breathing was like a mountain, and when he returned from the tide, his clothes were soaked in sweat.

Harry thought of what Draco said in the room, and suddenly felt uneasy.He hasn't seen him since the afternoon, and he doesn't know where he sleeps... He lifted the quilt and stood up, opened the door softly, and walked out of the room lightly.

The cold wind was blowing in the dark corridor, and the eerie breath seemed to penetrate into the bones. Harry hugged his arms, which were only in his pajamas, tightly.

He didn't know which room Draco was in, so he opened one by one and looked in.Of course, he avoided the little room full of vixens.

When he walked to the room at the far end of the corridor, he twisted the handball, but found that it couldn't be opened.Harry breathed a sigh of relief, guessing this was the room, and sat down with his back to the door.

He didn't know what he wanted to do, he just stared blankly at his toes.His fingertips were cold, and he thought again of the days of looking out at the candles from the cupboard window, of comforting himself desperately with nightmares about Voldemort.Green fire, red fire, burning, death hurried past.The phoenixes are all extinguished, and the night is as long as a path in a poor mountain.

The wooden board behind him moved slightly, making a crisp sound.Harry felt a chill, as if a cold wave had passed through his body.He turned around quickly, and Draco was standing in front of him in just a pair of ill-fitting jeans.His pale skin glowed faintly in the dark, and the gray and silver shadows outlined the smooth muscular lines of his upper body.

Harry stood up quickly and followed him into the room.

The room was extremely small because it was at the end of the corridor, the curtains were covered with a layer of dust, and the bed was messily rolled with a quilt.Draco sat down on the edge of the bed, his legs propped up on the edge of the bed, his chin propped up and looking at him.

"What are you doing looking for me so late?" He asked bluntly, "Didn't your friend tell you not to stay with me?"

Harry took a breath, and suddenly he turned to hug him, resting his head on his bare chest.He felt the boy's body stiffen instantly.

"Don't be angry, Draco," he said, sniffling. "If you are angry with me, then I apologize to you. But I promise you that the situation you said will not happen. You don't Think about it, we are all working for a common goal, and it is very unwise to have conflicts now."

The boy's body was still very stiff, and Harry felt that the body he was holding was lukewarm, so he pulled the quilt from the bed and covered him tightly, which made him look more pleasing to the eye.

Draco stared at him for a moment, then looked down at the quilt that was wrapped around him in a mess.He pulled it off and pulled it over Harry, covering his head as well, before pushing him onto the bed.The boy under him was startled and angry, and he struggled to get the quilt off, but Draco hugged him, leaning his face against the hollow of his neck, feeling the curvature there through the thin quilt.

"Listen, Harry, I'm not mad at you, and I'm not mad at them. It's my fault that I didn't get the stakes right. I'll hold back and I won't trouble you." He said He whispered, holding him tighter.Harry had already stopped struggling, and after a while, he pulled back the quilt covering his head and let out a sigh of relief.

"It's not your fault either. It's just that we all have to take a step back sometimes." Harry ruffled his floppy blond hair and nuzzled again.

"Stay still, Harry." Draco put one hand on his wrist, looking up from his messy hair, "I don't want my hair to get as bad as yours. "

"My hair isn't bad—"

"Also, look at yourself." Draco patted his head, "I haven't seen your hair docile since entering school."

"Do I have to put on as much hair gel as you do?" Harry stretched out his hand from under the quilt, put his arms around the other's bare back, and stroked his protruding butterfly bone with his fingers curiously.

"It's useless even with hairspray." Draco snorted and bit his Adam's apple, "Don't touch it."

Even though he said that, he didn't mean to stop him at all.They hugged each other for a while, Draco lifted the covers and touched his body, touched his chest and rubbed it hard, Harry pinched the flesh around his waist.

"I have to go back," he said, about to get out of bed. "Ron and the others will be worried if they wake up and find that I'm not there."

"Don't worry." Draco hugged his waist from behind and took off his baggy pajama pants. Harry squeezed his hand vigorously, "Don't worry, I won't go in. Clamp your legs tightly."

Feeling him spread his thighs and squeeze in, Harry squeezed Draco's hand tightly around his waist, he felt like he could barely hold himself up and fell forward, Draco made him kneel At the head of the bed, with your hands propped against the wall.

After it was over, Harry felt nothing but pain between his thighs, and he couldn't even stand up straight on his knees.He made a rude gesture to Draco, who said solemnly that you came to seduce me in the middle of the night and I was fine if I didn't eat you up, and then gave him a good night kiss without saying anything.

Harry finally fled, running back to the room of the three of them.