[HP] End of Death

The sharp pain made him wake up a bit, and the walls and wooden doors of the narrow room began to appear in front of his eyes, but the shadow of the dream was also swaying in the field of vision, flickering.Voldemort's voice was still lingering in his mind, Harry grabbed the glass piece and stabbed at the same wound again, the viscous liquid flowed down and covered his eyes.

He dragged his body to the side of the bed, but the quilt on his body was too in the way.He twisted his body and tried to tear it off, blood splashed everywhere with his movements, but the quilt was still stubbornly tangled up on his body.Suddenly, Harry became annoyed. He grabbed whatever he could get nearby and threw it out, hoping to hear a heavy bang, but there was no, and instead he felt a tingling pain in his fingertips.

He lowered his head, his fingers had already been scratched with a bloodstain.Only then did he realize that what he had just thrown away was a shard of his glasses.

The irritability and anger in his heart are difficult to resolve, and he deeply understands that such emotions are unreasonable.He couldn't find anyone to blame, he could only blame himself, it was all his fault... Harry climbed into bed and rolled wildly on the bed, trying to calm down the restlessness in this way.He didn't want to be quiet, it would make him hear Voldemort's voice, make him realize how ugly he was...

"Harry!—what's the matter with you?"

Who is that? ...he can't hear, can't hear...

"Harry! Stop!"

Someone rushed into the room, and he felt as if his leg had kicked something.A second later, Harry woke up suddenly, realizing that he must look very ugly - messy hair, messy clothes, badly wrapped quilt, blood everywhere... a total gaffe, like a Crazy monster, they definitely don't want to see him like this, they must be petrified by him, laughing secretly in their hearts...

"Don't come here, don't look at me! You all get out!"

"Harry—"

"Get out! Don't come over—" He kicked his legs indiscriminately, he didn't know what he kicked, and kept yelling the same sentence in his mouth.His voice quickly went hoarse, and his throat was tearing, but he knew they were still standing there, looking at him like monsters.

Don't they understand human language?Don't they know, Harry wondered angrily, that they should give him some privacy instead of looking at him like a zoo animal?Even monsters have human rights...

"You go out first, I'll appease him." A voice sounded.

"No, Malfoy—"

"I know what to do."

They argued a few more words, only to hear the door slam shut, and the surroundings seemed to quiet down.Harry paused for a moment, a greater panic gripping him.

No, no, he curled up into a ball.Can't let Draco see him like this, no... what would he think of him?He will definitely detest him, he himself detests himself...

The mattress sank a little, and a person stepped onto the bed and approached him.

"Harry," he said, "don't be afraid, Harry, it's me—"

"No, go away—"

"Don't be afraid, Harry, I will protect you." The man tore off the blood-stained quilt around his body, hugged him into his arms, and patted him on the back, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid ..."

Harry let him hold him, he stared blankly at the man's solid back for a while, and suddenly struggled, but the man immediately hugged his back tightly, and would not let go.

"Let me go, Draco, let me go—"

"No, I won't let go, Harry."

"Go away, I don't need it!"

He bit down on his shoulder, biting harder and harder as if venting, the boy was tense all over, but he didn't let him go, nor did he struggle. Instead, he gently stroked the back of his neck with his other hand, comforting him gently. with him.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay, don't be afraid..." He whispered, "Don't be afraid..."

Harry was shaking all over.After an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his mouth, his mouth filled with the smell of blood.He suddenly lost his breath and leaned his head against his chest, clutching his robe tightly.

There is a pleasant smell in the nose, which seems to be the aroma of some strange flowers and tropical fruits mixed together with the smell of rust, but it is inexplicably sour.He took a deep breath and gradually calmed down.

"...I'm sorry, Draco," he said softly, "It must hurt."

"It's not as painful as yours." Draco raised his head and observed the wound on his forehead seriously. It was not as serious as he imagined, but it was indeed a bit scary, "I won't allow you to hurt me any more in the future." Myself, did you hear that?"

Harry didn't speak, Draco patted his cheek: "Answer me, Harry."

He was silent for a moment, shaking his head.

"You must think that I am very unreasonable. I lost my temper at you for no reason and made such a move... I also feel very unbearable..."

Harry's voice became lower and lower, as if he was about to collapse again, Draco quickly grabbed his hand.

"No, Harry, we both understand—"

"No, you don't understand—if I kill you all one day, will you still say such things? If I become an accomplice of the mysterious man, if I—"

"No, Harry, you have to believe in yourself—"

"No, all of this will happen, he told me - the mysterious man told me, he put a curse on me in that dream. I don't believe in myself, and you don't believe it, I will put everything Fucked!"

"It's not going to happen, I trust you."

"Don't you understand what I said? I said, yes!" He suddenly roared loudly at him, his eyes were red, his face was covered with dried blood, and he looked extremely hideous.

Draco looked at him calmly, and after a while, he reached up and wiped the tear from the corner of his eye.

"I'll pour hot water to wash your face, and then we'll treat your wound," he said, getting out of bed and walking to the table.

He took out his wand from his coat pocket to conjure a washbasin, then added some hot water into it, put his hand in to test the temperature, adjusted the water temperature to a suitable level, and brought the basin to the bedside table, and took out a washbasin. A wet towel wiped the blood off Harry's face.

Harry felt the soft force of the hot towel against his cheek, carefully avoiding the cut, while Draco's other hand rested on the back of his head to hold his head in place.He lowered his eyes and saw the blood mark on the opponent's shoulder bitten by him, and felt another pain in his heart.

Draco put the towel in the water and rubbed it, and a layer of diluted yellow immediately seeped out. Harry looked at his long, well-maintained fingers and thought that this man must have never done housework.

He thought so, so he asked, and at this moment Draco left with the washbasin in his hand.Hearing this question, he looked back at him unexpectedly, and nodded calmly: "Of course, my father said that's what servants do."

"...but your house-elf has been expelled."

"It's easy to hire a nanny." Draco shrugged, "Don't worry, you won't be asked to do rough work after you get married."

Harry: "..."

"By the way, Harry, I'm going to let Ron and Hermione in. If you don't mind—"

"No." Harry stopped reflexively. He raised his head to meet the other party's clear gray-blue eyes, and murmured, "I...I have no face to see them."

"But they want to see you, Harry."

"Forget it, who wants to meet a monster?"

Draco put down the towel, went straight to him and sat down, pinching his chin: "Listen, Harry, don't say such things in front of me in the future. You can scold me, get angry at me, or Beat me up, but if I hear you belittle yourself again—”

"Then what will happen to you?"

Draco didn't answer, he turned his head and kissed him.

The bloody smell in his mouth hadn't completely dissipated, Harry turned his head away in surprise, but Draco held his face to keep him from moving.

The kiss lasted so long that Harry struggled so hard that they rolled from head to foot of the bed, biting Draco's lip in the end.They parted breathlessly, Harry staring at him in silence.

"There is progress, Harry, the teeth are really sharp." Draco tapped his lips with his fingertips, wiped a layer of blood, and then stuck out his tongue to lick it off, "But what I want to say is that if you let When I hear you say something like this, I'll kiss you until you can't speak."

Harry smiled and said provocatively, "So do you want to be bitten by me again?"

"You seem to have a good mouth. But my dear, I think you should use it for something else."

Harry didn't understand him at first, but when he realized it, his face turned red, he kicked Draco viciously, and muttered "that's nasty".

Draco shrugged, cleaned up all the debris on the floor and let Harry put on his slippers and get out of bed.Harry's vision was a little blurry because he didn't wear glasses, so he nudged Draco's waist with his elbow: "Did you see my glasses?"

Draco froze and didn't answer.

"It's not cleared by you, is it?"

"..."

"This is the second pair of glasses you've dropped, Draco." Harry snapped harshly.

Draco rolled his eyes, and immediately said with an apologetic smile, "Oh, my dear, your glasses are too old, I can help you re-order a high-end one—"

"The way you look reminds me of how you used to fawn over S—Professor Slughorn, Draco. Also, don't call me darling, it's disgusting."

"I listen to you, dear."

"..."

"Then I'm going to answer the door? - Listen to me, Harry, let Granger fix the wound for you first, and then we can discuss it together." Draco said quickly, without giving Harry a chance to retort, "We all care about you and no one thinks you're a monster."

Harry opened his mouth, frowned, and finally nodded slowly.

"Okay... just do as you say." He compromised with a sigh.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but kiss him on the cheek.

"So nice."