[HP] End of Death

Harry was lost in thought, he seemed to be planning something, he kept gesticulating with the notes left by Hermione, and he didn't pay much attention to Draco's harassment.

At night when he went to bed, he was still in a fugue, not even noticing after a while that Draco had unbuttoned his pajamas and rested his head on his heart.

"……what are you doing?"

"I want to know what you're thinking." Draco said, and he pressed Harry's upper body, which was trying to prop up, "Didn't Granger say that there is some kind of connection between us?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to feel around his chest, and Harry quickly stopped him.Draco stretched his legs over Harry's waist, pinning him on the bed, and stripped off his pajamas.

"You need me, Harry," he whispered, putting one hand on his left breast. "You try to miss me, or long for me..."

"Draco..." Harry blushed a little, and he felt itchy where he was pressing, but Draco refused to let go.

"Try it, Harry. Maybe there will be a response." He approached him, coaxing gently.

Harry pursed his lips and closed his eyes shyly.He thought of when they were in fourth grade—the period when they were most ignorant, they loved each other without any worries, they watched fire dragons in the Forbidden Forest together, and walked through the dark maze hand in hand...Draco in fifth grade didn't leave him much Good memories, but now that he thinks about it, he no longer feels resentment, and there is even a touch of sweetness mixed with the pain.Those struggles and contradictions are bloody thornbushes. They fall, get hurt, and eventually are covered in bruises, but not falling down is the greatest victory.

Harry thought back to Draco's face, which took on countless brilliance in the memory.When galloping on the Quidditch pitch, his pale cheeks were flushed, reflecting the purple tail of the sunset; when walking through Hogwarts at night, his eyes flashed with faint blue, gray and yellow lights and fluttering As they drove wildly through the streets at dawn, a gray mist swirled around his lips, and every crease on his lips was covered in bluish particles...

He felt hot all over himself, he wanted to smell his breath, whether it was the faint scent of perfume, warm breath or the smell of ironing from his skin; he turned sideways to touch him, he didn't know What kind of feeling is the connection that Hermione is talking about, but he really feels the desire in his heart very deeply-he needs him, he is drowning in the sea, he is eager, anxious...

"...I believe you are really missing me." A chuckle came from above the head, and the man held his hand and kissed him on the forehead.

a few hours later.

"So you have been tossing so damn long, have you ever felt that kind of telepathy?"

"Oh, you know, my dear, things involving spirituality are very mysterious." Draco hugged his lover and said lazily imitating Hermione's tone.

"So it's gone?" Harry tilted his head and rolled his eyes, "You fraudster, you tricked me."

"Oh...do I need to repeat what you yelled on the bed just now?" Draco raised his eyebrows, "Obviously you like me, so why blame me?"

"...Your motives are not pure."

"My motive," Draco sucked on his shoulder, "is to get close to you, to get to know you, to be with you."

Harry's face was burning hot, he turned his head sideways embarrassedly, pulled the quilt back and did not speak.Draco leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, stroking his neck.

Who said there is no... He thought sullenly, unable to extricate himself.

Although Hermione firmly believes that she can find more relevant information in the book, Harry believes that no amount of content may be able to truly undo the soul exchange between him and Voldemort.Of course, this may have something to learn from how Draco helps Harry, but this kind of thing is only the most reliable in practice.

However, Harry was unwilling to cooperate with Draco in the practice, because the other party always did some indescribable things in the name of practice, and plausibly said that it was for his own good.

"That's enough, Draco, stay away from me for a few days." Harry pushed him aside, and sat sideways on the edge of the bed, scribbling and drawing on the parchment.

"Harry, you've been a lot colder to me lately. You'd rather study than talk to me." Draco sat behind him, and he poked him in the back, then poked him again, three times Then Harry tried to block with a hand behind his back, so he started poking his palm, and he was able to escape Harry's capture very quickly every time.

"Draco!" The boy turned around with gritted teeth, and Draco immediately opened his arms to hug him, refusing to let go no matter how hard he struggled.

And in the past few days they have also had a major harvest about Horcruxes-Harry speculated that Ravenclaw's diadem might be hidden in the Room of Requirement, because he recalled that when they were holding a DA meeting, he gave a dilapidated old man The sculpture wears a broken, dusty crown.

With the experience of last time, the operation to destroy the Horcruxes is much easier this time, and the continuous progress has also boosted everyone's morale.

At noon that day, Harry and Draco were still staying in the Room of Requirement, and when Hermione and Ron came back with their lunch, he noticed that their faces didn't look very good.

"What's the matter, Ron—Hermione? What's going on?" Harry asked, feeling strangely uneasy.

Ron placed the bag heavily on the table and sat down on the chair.Hermione's movements were less rude than his, but her eyes were a little red.

"What happened?" he asked.Draco also came up from behind.

Hermione glanced at Ron, then at them, sniffed, and said hoarsely, "—Luna was taken away."

"What? Luna—? Why?"

"Probably because she participated in the activities of Dumbledore's Army - um - also, it seems that it is because of the "Quiet" run by her father, which has information that promotes unfavorable You-Know-Who..." She sobbed Said, "We were in the library, and then some Death Eaters rushed in and took her away--she was also in the library, there were many people around, no one dared to move--it was terrible-- "

"After they left, we heard from the students next to me that this wasn't the first time this happened. A few days ago, Seamus was taken back by his mother, and Neville's grandma was almost threatened—"

"What?" Harry stood up suddenly, and the chair fell to the ground with a clang. "Neville's grandma—these inhuman beasts!"

"Harry..."

"I think we have to do something." He quickly calmed down again, and said as calmly as possible, "We can't stay here anymore, we have to destroy the next Horcrux. The longer we stay here, the more There will be more and more of these things... there can be no further delay."

Ron and Hermione looked at each other.

"If you're talking about the gold cup in the Bellatrix family's vault, we've also discussed it, but we haven't come up with any feasible solution for the time being," Hermione said.

"Actually, I've been thinking about it for the past few days...I mean, I have a way, but it's very risky." Harry said hesitantly.

"any solution?"

"It's like this. In fact, what we are worried about is how to enter Gringotts and open their family's vault. As long as this problem is solved." Harry explained, "At first I thought that we could let a to pretend to be Bellatrix, but it's not realistic because we can't get her hair. But now I think - if You-Know-Who is going to check her family's vault, I mean, whatever For whatever reason, the goblins at Gringotts would certainly not dare to stop him."

After he finished speaking, he swallowed his saliva and looked at them anxiously.None of his friends spoke, in fact they all looked stunned and dumbfounded.

"You mean, you want to dress up as You-Know-Who—? Harry, that's impossible, and we can't get You-Know-Who's hair." After a few minutes, Hermione seemed to have finally lifted the freeze, stammering Said.

"No, I'm not going to use the polypharmacy—"

"Are you planning to switch bodies with him?" Draco asked abruptly, standing aside with his arms folded, looking at him expressionlessly.

"Uh, that's true..."

"I object." Draco narrowed his eyes and said firmly.