[HP] End of Death

Harry breathed a sigh of relief after closing the door, walked slowly to the bed, sat on the bed in a daze for a while, and then closed his eyes.

He's not going to sleep tonight.Sleep time was when his brain was at its weakest and most vulnerable to Voldemort's control.He had been attacked by Voldemort one after another in the past few days, and he was in shock, paranoid, and made himself nervous.At this time, Harry regretted why he didn't learn Occlumency with Snape, but Voldemort's thought of Snape would only make him feel worse.

Oh, Snape... he must be out somewhere now, enjoying Voldemort's favor, after all, he has done a great job... and it's a great job in cheating Dumbledore's trust.

Harry's chest felt tight again, and he felt he had to do something to distract himself.He still has a long night to live through.

Maybe he should borrow a book from Hermione and read it.Thinking of this, he got out of bed and opened the door, and walked to Ron and Hermione's room with his slippers on.

The door was closed tightly, and a ray of bright light leaked through a crack, falling on the dark corridor.

Harry stood still and was about to knock on the door when there was a sudden gasp from inside, followed by Hermione's apology: "Oh, sorry, the wound was a bit deep, so—"

"It's okay." It was Draco's magnetic voice, especially soft in the night.

"I said, Malfoy, why didn't you come over sooner? It's all swollen like this—" said Ron.

"There was no time before."

"Needless to say, Ron, Malfoy certainly doesn't want Harry to know..."

Hearing this, Harry's heart twitched suddenly, what were they talking about?Why don't you want him to know? —what was Draco hiding from him, and why would he rather tell Ron and Hermione than him?

Harry moved closer, pressing his face against the cold wooden door to hear better.But then neither of them spoke, and the only sounds in the room were Ron's coughing and rubbing.

Harry was getting more and more uneasy, he didn't know what they were doing, and all kinds of horrible guesses flashed in his mind.Draco was injured, so why didn't he tell him?If he wasn't injured, wouldn't he be talking about him behind his back?Does he have another opinion of him...

Harry was thinking wildly, when Draco's voice suddenly sounded in the room: "Do you have a book about healing here?"

"Oh, I've got a copy of A Guide to Healing Common Magical Wounds, but that's just the bare minimum. There'll be plenty in the Hogwarts library, I suppose."

Why did Draco borrow books on healing arts?Could it be that he was really hurt... But why didn't he tell him, was it because he was afraid that he would worry?This is too ridiculous, he is his lover, he should be the first to know about anything.

The people in the room fell silent again.Harry waited in a panic at the door. He squatted down, lowered his head and stared blankly at the grain-like rays of light on the ground.The light was dim, but it hurt his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a sound of someone standing up from the chair inside.He stood up quickly, but his legs were numb from bending for too long, and he staggered back a step.

"Don't move around after you go back, it will heal in a few minutes." Hermione warned.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer to the door, Harry took a deep breath, turned and ran.It was impossible to get back into the room before Draco opened the door, he turned a corner and ran down the stairwell, standing in the dead corner of the stairs, clinging to the wall and panting rapidly, his arms unconsciously rubbing against the wall.

The air in the darkness was cold and empty. He looked to the right, and there was a staircase leading to a black hole; he looked ahead, and there was a staircase pointing to the night, which was sprinkled with starlight.

Harry rubbed his nose and walked slowly back to the second floor.He knocked on the door and walked into the room. Ron and Hermione, who were sitting at the table, turned to look at him at the same time, a little surprised.After Harry explained his purpose, Hermione immediately poured out dozens of thick books from her little pearl purse and put them on the bed.

"My God, you pretended to be so much?" Ron covered his mouth.

"Oh, Merlin, why did you even bring our textbooks?"

"Hey, this book is..."

"Ah, this one won't work." Hermione took a book with a black cover from Ron's hand and stuffed it back into her wallet. "This is a book about Horcruxes, you won't be interested."

Ron immediately lost his curiosity about it.Harry paced and browsed through the books piled on the bed, finally picked out a not-so-bad "The Birth of British Quidditch" and left.

When Harry returned to the room, he found Draco standing against the wall.He put the book on the table, turned around and met the slightly dark eyes of the other party before speaking.

"Where have you been?" he asked, his tone a little rushed.

"I went to borrow a book from Hermione." Harry pointed to the old book he had on the table.

"Oh, but I didn't see you when I came back."

"I also went downstairs to pour a glass of water to drink." Harry's face remained unchanged.

Draco stared at him for a moment, the expression on his face finally relaxing.He seemed to shrug his shoulders to show that he didn't care, but the movement stopped midway - Harry saw him frown, and a momentary look of pain flashed across his face.

Harry guessed something, he quickly reached out and tore off the shirt on Draco's right shoulder, exposing his white shoulder to the air.He clearly saw the swollen skin and the purple tooth marks on it.Hermione seemed to have painted something around the tooth mark, making it look greenish.Harry stared straight at it, eyes flushed.

Draco turned his face to the side and coughed, pretending not to care and said, "You don't have to think too much, Harry, it's just a minor injury."

"Why didn't you tell me you were in pain?"

"I don't hurt."

"You lied. I was bleeding from my bite at that time."

Draco raised his eyebrows, he glanced down at the deep wound, and gave an evil smile: "Well, maybe next time I should make your tooth marks into a tattoo, it will probably be more memorable."

"What? - Hey, don't change the subject, Draco, why didn't you tell me?"

Draco saw that he was clung to this topic, so he could only rub his hair, and replied helplessly, "I don't want you to feel guilty, it's okay."

"But it's something stupid I did, I..."

"You have done enough stupid things, and this one is not bad."

"But--"

"It really doesn't hurt, Harry. Kiss me if you're still worried, I'm sure it's the most effective, better than all potions." Draco blinked slyly, seeing Harry became ashamed.He thought the other party would stare at him or scold him, but Harry sniffed, wrapped his arms around his neck and brought his lips together.

Draco froze and didn't move.Harry imitated him by sticking his tongue in, licking his teeth and mouth, evoking the tip of his tongue to dance with him.His movements were jerky, but more alluring to Draco than a love potion.

He gradually came to his senses, hugging him in his arms, stroking his back curve and soft buttocks boldly with his palms, and after regaining his sovereignty, he pressed him on the table and demanded it.

"I'd go crazy for you," he said softly, "you're my magic spell."

Harry hugged his waist, resting his head on his heaving chest.Draco is now more and more able to talk about love, and sometimes he can't stand it.The two cuddled for a while longer, and Harry pushed Draco away before he could be fully provoked, chasing him out of the room again without hesitation.

He changed into pajamas, sat on the bed with a book, and wrapped himself in a quilt.

Hope he can make it through the night, he thought, he didn't want to bother them any more.

Draco used magic to clean up an open space in front of the door, took off his robe and spread it on the floor, and sat down as lightly as possible.

He leaned against the door panel, the hard wood made him feel uncomfortable, his shoulders and back hurt, and the cold wind in the corridor made him curl up again.Draco cast a warming spell on himself and closed his eyes.

The things Harry decided were always difficult to change, and Draco was able to persuade him sometimes, but most of the time he couldn't.Especially when it comes to things like this about friends, he becomes more stubborn, which even annoys Draco a little.

He understood his worry, but didn't he think about how worried he would be if he slept alone?He always thinks that his actions are for them, but he doesn't know how to think about himself... When will he be able to rely on him more?

Draco looked up at the sea-like blue light on the ceiling of the corridor, he didn't know where they came from, just like he didn't know why he wanted to cry so much right now.

There was a slight sound in the room, and Draco moved subconsciously, only to realize that it was Harry's rustling of flipping a book.

If he opens the door now and says he wants to read a book with him, will he agree?It would be best if he agrees... It doesn't matter if he doesn't agree, he can't do anything if he clings to him with a stern face, at most he can complain about him, which in his opinion is just flirting... Draco He imagined that Harry was yawning and turning the pages of the book, and he held him in his arms... He could touch him, kiss him, so that he couldn't read the book... What's so good about a book, it's better to look at him Woolen cloth……

Draco felt something, he looked at his lower body, and cursed "Damn" angrily.He turned his head and looked at the door behind him. He knew that the person who could satisfy his desire was leisurely reading a book behind this door, but he didn't know that there was a person who couldn't help himself just thinking about him.

Draco tossed his hair, a little frustrated.He wondered resentfully why Harry just didn't agree?They could have had a fight at night...he was sure Voldemort wouldn't show up at a time like this...

Draco fell asleep thinking about it, his arms crossed his legs, his head rested on his knees, his back heaved slightly.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of something falling in the room woke him up. Draco stood up all of a sudden, pushed the door open without thinking, but saw Harry sitting on the bed leaning against the wall, dumbfounded. His head fell asleep, and the book in his hand fell to the ground.

He shook his head, sighed, his eyes softened.He closed the door, stepped forward, picked up the book and put it on the bedside table, carefully picked Harry up and put him on the bed, and pulled the quilt up.The moonlight, as gentle as water, flowed on the boy's cheeks, plating him with a layer of silver.There was silver light shining between the folds of his lips, and the slightly pouty lips were like ripe fruits waiting to be picked... Draco couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed him, but all his patience collapsed the moment he touched him Di, he wanted to press him on the bed and penetrate him hard, make him cry and beg for mercy... Draco used all his strength to restrain his desire, he took off his clothes and crept into the bed, He took it into his arms.

Draco rubbed against Harry's neck contentedly, closing his eyes.