[HP] End of Death

So when Hermione came back, she saw Ron put the book up to cover his face, and Draco dozed off and curled up in Harry's arms, letting him turn the book for him.

"Next page, Barney. I'm done."

"Remember this sentence for me and write it down in the notebook... the handwriting should look better!"

"Draw this anatomical diagram, and this diagram of the structure of wormwood... Oh, Barney, it seems that you really don't have the talent for drawing."

"Do you know how to draw?" Harry asked unconvinced.

"Of course, let me draw it for you." Draco snatched the quill from Harry's hand and began to draw on the parchment. Harry leaned over to look curiously, wondering if the Malfoy family could even paint. Is it within grasp?Of course, this is not surprising...

"I'm done, Barney." Draco let go of his hand as he said that, turning his head to look at him like a treasure.Harry lowered his head, studying Draco's drawing carefully.It was a little man the size of a thumb, with black hair messed up with ink, a lightning bolt symbol on his forehead, a pair of crooked glasses, a scarf and a wizard robe painted all black... …

"You don't look like that at all, Proud." Harry couldn't help grinning, "but I still recognize it as me."

"I think I drew it very well. Look, your iconic features are all on it." Draco pointed out his so-called heart with his index finger as he said, "unhelpful hair, stupid scars And the glasses, the tie that was never tied..."

"Wait a minute, enough of you—"

"But I like them very much." He suddenly said softly, and drew a big heart along the outline of the villain with a quill.

Harry felt his face on fire, coughed to hide the fact that he was being teased, and rolled up the parchment and stuffed it into his pocket: "Okay, then, this piece of paper belongs to you." me."

"You can thank Dade, this is the first portrait you received." Draco poked Harry's face, "Put these books back for me, Barney."

"We can put it back together when we leave the library."

"No, I don't want to see them now," Draco said stubbornly. "Come on, Barney, it's taken us so long to see a little bit."

"That's because you keep bringing up some inexplicable reasons..."

However, Harry couldn't resist him in the end, so he had to walk towards the bookshelf with those books in his arms.He squinted his eyes to identify the numbers on the bookshelves, walking all the way back, the sunlight slid across his cheeks one by one through the gaps in the narrow aisle.

When Harry passed the No. 14 row of bookshelves, he heard a familiar voice - at that time, the toe of his right foot was just level with the bookshelf, and the half of his left foot was pressed on the ground and was about to step forward.

He still took his left foot, and then stopped by the bookshelf.

"Oh, did you really see that sword? I mean, it's really in the headmaster's window?" The thin voice was Ginny.Harry was a little dazed when he heard it. He hadn't seen her for a long time.

"... yes, that's right... now Snape is occupying the headmaster's office..." The deliberately lowered voice - Harry could hardly believe it - came from Neville, and he said something more, but Harry didn't catch it.

"I'm only free on Wednesday and Thursday afternoons..."

"Then...this Wednesday afternoon...while Snape...steals it..."

Harry held his breath, his heart pounding.The two seemed to have finished their discussion, and a series of footsteps approached here.Harry quickly dodged to the back of the bookshelves in front, and after they left, he tried to poke his head out and let out a sigh of relief.

They were going to the Headmaster's office this Wednesday afternoon to steal the Gryffindor sword, Harry recalled that conversation and came to this conclusion.His heartbeat was still very fast, and his breathing was a little short.

Ginny and Neville were planning such an adventurous and exciting thing... Oh, Snape, if there was any chance of going against him, he would actively participate... No, he promised Lupine not to act recklessly... ...How could Snape occupy the office that belonged to Dumbledore, and the Gryffindor sword...Gryffindor sword...Suddenly, Harry's eyes lit up, and he remembered that he had used it to kill the basilisk .

Maybe he could use it to destroy Horcruxes too, he thought, good, one more reason...

"Barney, what did you do? Why haven't you come back for so long?" A crisp voice rang in his ears, and Harry came back to his senses.Draco was standing in front of him, crossing his chest and questioning him aggressively.His brilliant blond hair shone even in the intertwined shadows of the bookshelves, and patches of various shades fell on his fair cheeks.

"Uh……"

"You can't do this little thing well, what a useless servant..."

"Huh? What did you say?" Harry caught the key words in his words, he put the book on the ground, grabbed his collar and lifted him up, "Who is your servant—? Are you really Dare to use me as a servant—”

"What a disgrace, how dare you talk to me like this—" Draco was still immersed in the role-playing—maybe it should be said that he was acting in his true colors—Harry picked him up and kissed his tender cheek, Draco put his arms around his neck and bit down on the side of his neck, Harry almost cried out.

"what are you doing?"

"Hold me back." He ordered with his head held high.

Harry sighed: "Proud, even though you look small, you are 1.5 meters tall. Don't you feel ashamed?"

"Hmph, where does the servant talk so much nonsense." Draco touched his lips and said proudly.

"I haven't put the book back—"

"Leave them alone, Mrs. Pince will fix them," said Draco impatiently. He tugged at Harry's tie and fumbled his hand under his collar, and Harry had to put his With his hands cut behind his back, he patted the back of his head hard.

"I can imagine you won't have children, Barney." Draco complained, covering his head.

"It would be hard if every kid was as annoying as you are," Harry shot back brusquely.

Turns out Draco's game wasn't over yet, and he was clearly enjoying his time with Harry.Draco sat next to him and asked him to feed him during lunch in the Room of Requirement, an act that both Ron and Hermione blamed.

"Malfoy, you've gone too far—"

"Harry, don't spoil him, it's not like he doesn't have hands!"

Harry glanced at Draco beside him, and then at the cake in his hand.He was about to say something when the boy suddenly leaned over and took a bite off half of the cake—Harry felt his teeth and the tip of his tongue graze his fingertips—then gave the two men a defiant look and wiped the cake. Mouth.

In the end, Harry honestly fed Draco well.Somewhat awkwardly, he used the spoon to stuff the small pieces of meat into his mouth, a drop of sticky juice stained his lips, and Harry gently wiped it away with his thumb.He felt as if he was serving a fragile and crystal-clear crystal bottle, pitying her carefully and willingly.

Draco crawled into Harry's bed when he was going to bed at noon, and insisted that he cuddle him to sleep.Normally Harry would have turned him down - he didn't want to sleep with someone while his crisis was still in jeopardy, but now there was no way he could put a smug "snap" on his bed who he took for granted. Kid" go away.

"Hold tight, Harry, in your sleeping position I doubt you'll kick me off."

"You're asking a lot, young master." Harry said, pulling Draco into his arms, resting his head on his narrow shoulders.His soft blond hair brushed against the tip of his nose and itched slightly, and a faint fresh aroma flooded his nostrils.Thinking to himself that the habit of spraying perfume had not changed, Harry hugged him a little tighter.