[HP] End of Death

The temperature receded slowly as he walked away, the light dissipated behind him, and the shadow became blurred.Draco walked quickly to the door of his room and put his hand on the doorknob.For some reason, there was some fear in his heart.

The door was gently pushed open, and the creak sound was very clear in the quiet night.

The room was pitch black, and Draco locked the door behind his back after walking in.The quilt on the bed was unnaturally wrapped into a ball. He walked lightly and pulled the quilt away. The shivering person hiding under the quilt was shocked and raised his head suddenly.

The boy sat up and backed away in shock until his back touched the wall.His emerald green pupils were like a puddle of melting ice, trembling in confusion, his lips turned white from biting.

"Harry." Draco sat down slowly on the edge of the bed.

"Don't come here!" He screamed, grabbing the pillow next to him to block his body, "Don't come here! Don't come near me!"

"Harry—" Draco tried to move forward an inch, and Harry kicked his legs in fear and continued to retreat to the right, but he had already retreated to the bed, but he still continued to move without knowing it.

Seeing that he was about to fall backwards from the bed, Draco rushed over and hugged him tightly, and the two of them rolled on the bed together, their legs crossed.Harry pushed his shoulders and arms desperately, and Draco was almost knocked out of his breath by him, but he still held him tightly and did not let go. Block his lips.

He grabbed Harry's struggling hands and pressed them to the top of his head. With the other hand, he roughly tore off his messy pajamas, and his palms kneaded and pressed mercilessly on his body, leaving nothing Under the red mark.

Harry let out a low cry of pain and drew his legs back.He tried to avoid Draco's kiss, but Draco pinched his chin and forced him to open his mouth, thrusting his tongue forcefully in, eager to conquer the territory.

His kiss was not gentle at all, full of bloody plunder, like a crazy search.This instead made Harry feel like his blood was boiling, and his brain was buzzing.He kissed him back, fought with him not to be outdone, crossed his legs and hooked his waist, trying to get closer to him.

Draco let go of the hands that were fettering his hands, reached down and stroked his thighs hard, almost rubbing that piece of skin red.

He took off his panties, straightened up and dragged his legs to pull him close, folded and pressed against his chest, allowing him to hug him with both hands.In the upside-down chaos Harry saw his dark eyes, oppressive and heavy like the night sky before a storm, a hard leaden gray.

He suddenly felt fear—the fear that he would be destroyed, which made him tremble slightly.The other party seemed to see his concern.

"Don't be afraid, Harry." His voice was hoarse, wiping the sweat from his brow, "Don't be afraid."

"No, Draco..."

"Didn't you come to see me?" he whispered.

"No, it's not..." Harry pursed his lower lip and shook his head, as if feeling extremely embarrassed, "You don't understand, it's all my fault..."

"Then take the pain out on me, Harry." Draco leaned down and kissed his eyelashes.

Harry looked at him, eyes flushed.His heart calmed down for some reason.

They hugged each other tightly and kissed deeply and passionately, seeming to leave their marks on every part of each other's bodies.Draco tightly wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and pressed himself harder each time. Harry turned his upper body on his side, buried his head in his arms and tried his best to bear it, groaning out of his mouth.

He leaned down to kiss his neck and shoulders, and Harry wrapped his arms around his neck, sending his body toward him.His eyes were covered with sweat, and he only felt that there was a scorching brilliance in front of him, but it was also mysterious and turbulent like the sea, as if it could accommodate all his intense emotions, making him completely immersed in the boundless ether. middle.

He was forced by him to turn over and over several times, his lower body was almost completely numb, and his waist was too tired to straighten up, but Draco still held him and did not let go.Harry vaguely remembered that he begged for mercy and cried hard, but he kissed all the tears away.

He was exhausted from tossing around, limp and limp as if falling apart, and fell asleep directly on his shoulders in the end, but his arms were still around Draco's thin waist.

Draco carried him to the bathroom to clean his body, he didn't use magic, but got him out bit by bit with his own hands.Both of them were covered with bruises left by each other. Draco had deep tooth marks on his shoulders and wrists, and Harry's legs were the hardest hit. It seemed that every inch was covered by Draco Ko sucked hard.

He wrapped him in a towel and carried him back to the bed, pulling the quilt to cover them both.He kissed his lips, and the boy moaned unconsciously, shrinking his neck back.Draco pulled him into his arms and closed his eyes.

It was already afternoon when Harry woke up the next day, and the strong sunlight hurt his eyelids.He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a while, a little confused about where he was.

He wanted to raise his hand to rub his eyes, but found that his arms were so sore that he couldn't move, and his lower back hurt like a blow.He gritted his teeth and turned, only to see Draco leaning against him looking at a piece of crumpled parchment, eyes downcast, mouth stretched into a tight line.

Harry pushed himself up, and cautiously leaned over to look at the paper in his hand.Draco glanced down at him and hugged him into his lap.

"What's this?" Harry asked, trying to make out the writing, but it was too badly written.

Draco stroked his hair once and for all, and replied calmly, "This is what Blaise left me."

"Brace...?" Harry repeated the name unconsciously.He trembled all over, and the memories of last night flooded into his brain like a tide, he pulled the quilt away and wanted to crawl out, Draco wrapped his arms around his waist and dragged him back, pressing him tightly in his arms, pressing his head Grasp his struggles on his shoulders.

"Let me go, Draco—"

"Tell me what happened, Harry!"

"No, let go—"

"Or do you want to do it again?" he growled in his ear, hugging him so hard that Harry's body froze for a second, then began to struggle again.Draco pressed him against the bed and did it again unceremoniously.

After the end, Harry couldn't even move his fingers, so he could only rest tiredly in Draco's arms, staring at him hatefully.

"……asshole."

"But you just like such a bastard." Draco raised his foot and rubbed Harry's calf with the quilt covering their lower bodies casually.

Harry muttered something, but Draco couldn't catch it, so he lowered his head and touched the tip of his nose.

"Do you still want to escape now?"

Harry's grip on his shoulder tightened.He shivered, curled up again, and Draco patted him on the back reassuringly.

"At that time, I saw everything through his eyes." Harry said suddenly, "I saw Blaise, and I saw his death...I used to be able to perceive his thoughts and see what he saw , but this time is different... I manipulated his body, I was him at that time, and I acted according to my will..."

Draco was stupefied, and he realized that Harry had never told him about it - he could sense Voldemort's mind, which he had never said.

"When did this start?" he asked, adding, "I mean, being able to sense his thoughts."

"Since fifth year, I think it's because he had a physical body at that time. But before that, whenever he was around, my scar would hurt." Harry replied, "But those are different from this time." , this time I really took control of his body, although only for a few minutes. And when I came back, all I saw was—that is—Ron and Hermione—”

He shut his mouth and said nothing.

Draco was silent for a long time, then slowly said: "That is to say, you exchanged souls with him at that time?"

"I think so. I don't remember doing those things—I mean, attacking Hermione and Ron, I don't remember doing them. Someone must have possessed me then," Harry whispered back Said, "Then I ran out, maybe I didn't want to face their terrified expressions, but I knew it was because I thought I was a monster-I was used by him, I would bring disaster to my friends, What if he swaps souls with me again? I can't imagine..."

"But you ran into my room." Draco pointed out sharply.

"No, no, I don't know where I've been - I just ran forward to find a place where no one was around... I don't know why I'm here..." Harry held his head , he looked upset, "I didn't know this was your room, at least not at the time. I... I think," his voice softened, "maybe it's my subconscious mind that wants to come here, maybe It's because I—I thought it would give me a little comfort here..."

"But I wasn't there at the time. I went home and did something...with no results." Draco said softly, "I didn't go upstairs immediately after I came back, but stayed in the backyard for a long time. I put You don't mind that Blaise is buried in the backyard, do you?"

"Ah?... Of course not, I think Sirius will understand." Harry said immediately, he didn't dare to think about it, his heart could hardly bear the heavy blows one after another-in fact, he is still immersed in it now In self-loathing, "By the way, Draco, to your friend, I'm... sorry. If I—"

Draco put his index finger to his lips and shook his head at him.

"No, it's not." He said, "It's not your fault, maybe it's all destined."

"No, if we'd kept him then maybe this wouldn't have happened—"

"But there are no ifs." Draco said decisively, his side face was firm and calm, but Harry saw his right hand clutching the quilt tightly, "Yes, there are no ifs..."

"Draco..."

He turned to look at him, his eyes full of panic.

"...I lost my friend." His voice was almost inaudible, "I can't lose you again."