[HP] End of Death

The sun had already risen to the top of the clouds, and the rich light poured over the lush back garden of Malfoy Manor.Blue peacocks and green peacocks walked proudly on the lawn, shaking their necks, lazily enjoying the warm sunshine.

"Ding Lingling!" The alarm clock on the bedside table rang, bouncing on the table.A hand protruded from the messy quilt on the bed and fumbled on the bedside table.He patted the table for a while but couldn't touch the naughty alarm clock. He had to tear the quilt off his face, sat up depressed, and took the glasses from the pillow to put them on.

Harry squinted and grabbed the alarm clock that was running around, pulled out the magic battery vigorously and threw it aside, fell back on the bed and wanted to continue to sleep.

However, before he could close his eyes again, the door was suddenly pushed open.The mattress sank and a person sat beside him.

"Good afternoon, Harry," said the man lazily, and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.

"Get out, Draco. I haven't washed my face yet." Harry rolled over on his back and kicked back.

"It's eleven o'clock, how long do you want to sleep?"

"Don't worry about it. Also, don't come into my room casually."

"You didn't lock the door yourself, Harry."

"I will definitely lock it next time." The boy muttered, pulling the quilt over his head.

"I've heard this sentence no less than five times. I wonder if you opened the door on purpose to seduce me." Draco laughed, bent down and put one hand on his side, and moved over to the bedside table. Bring over the alarm clock and the magic battery, and put the battery back in.

"I told you not to be so rough, Harry. It's not like you can't flip a switch."

"It's annoying. Also, don't sneak it back into my room every time I put it outside, I don't need it!"

"Without it, you'd probably sleep through the afternoon. Harry, I never knew you were such a sleeper."

"Then you know now, do you regret it?" Harry pulled the quilt tighter as he felt Draco trying to rip it off.

"Of course not, I like everything you do," he whispered.After trying unsuccessfully to tear off the quilt from the top, he opened a corner from the side and poked in, with his palm ambiguously attached to his buttocks, "Harry, are you sure you want to turn your back on me?"

Harry stretched a hand behind his back to push his arm, but the other grabbed his wrist instead.He raised his leg to kick Draco, who put a knee on one of his legs, and took the opportunity to tear half of his pants.

Embarrassed and angry, Harry rolled over on his back on the bed and pulled up his pajama bottoms, while Draco straddled his legs before he could close them.It was only then that Harry could see how he was dressed—blond hair held in place with gel, neatly dressed in a three-piece black suit.

Harry raised his eyebrows, frivolously ticked the striped tie he was wearing under his clothes, and said with a sneer, "It's not tiring to dress so tediously every day."

Draco held his wrist and pressed it to his chest. Harry's muzzle was pressed against a cold silver button, and the temperature made him shiver slightly.

"You can take it off for me," he said, unbuttoning the two buttons of his shirt, and leaning down in front of him, "tear off my tie, and take off my suit one by one... I know you Want to do it, Harry."

"...Obviously you want to take off my clothes." Harry tried hard to withdraw his hand, but he was still pulled and pressed against his suit pants. He could feel the scorching temperature there, and couldn't help but blushed. face.

"Hey, you've been holding back for a long time, haven't you?" Harry didn't know why he asked such a stupid question, and he wanted to cover his mouth after he finished speaking, but the other party had obviously heard it.

"Oh, what do you think, Harry?" Draco pressed closer, and Harry could see the fair skin and delicate collarbone inside through his unbuttoned collar, looming and intriguing.The other party reached out and touched his chin and the corners of his mouth, then his neck and Adam's apple, and kept going down... Harry felt that he could hardly bear it when he was lightly touched by his cold fingers. He wanted to stop him, but Draco's hands had slowly slid down to his chest, kneading his skin through the thin pajamas.

"Stop moving, Draco!" Harry pushed his hand, but couldn't help throwing his head back and moaning.Draco kissed him quickly on the neck and undid his pajamas roughly.

"Two weeks, Harry, you occupied my room for two weeks and wouldn't let me sleep, and you wouldn't let me touch you, and you gave me a bad look every day." He said viciously, rubbing his collarbone slightly Taking a bite, the boy gasped and ran his fingers through his hair, messing up the hairstyle he'd been preparing for an hour.

"I can sleep in the guest room, Draco—"

"You dare to sleep there and I will make you unable to get out of bed now."

"Hey! Then what do you want me to do?" Harry felt annoyed and amused.It was the same when he first moved to Malfoy Manor, and he still remembered the extremely ugly expression on the other side when he asked to sleep in the guest room.

"Sleep with me, of course, and then I'll sleep with you." Draco replied with a look of reason, "Also, when do you plan to marry me?"

"No!" Harry shot him a glare, "I'm still mad at you, Draco!"

"Oh, dear, I don't understand why you can hold a two-week grudge—"

"Not just two weeks, but longer!"

"I was wrong, honey, marry me."

"I've never seen you propose so perfunctorily, Draco." Harry rolled his eyes, "So will you lock me in the room again?"

"Not anymore, dear."

"Will you pretend to be me to challenge Voldemort?"

"Voldemort is dead, dear."

"Do you understand how I felt when I knew you were dead?"

"Oh, I'd love to know every little thing about you—"

"Don't tell me these useless words! I thought you were dead! I really wanted to beat you then!"

Draco looked into his emerald green eyes, which shone like emeralds in the midday sun, like a piece of clear green water, reflecting the thin reeds.

He leaned down and kissed his eyelashes.

"...what are you doing?" Harry was caught off guard.

"I thought you would want to give me a hug when you saw that I wasn't dead. Who knew you would beat me up as soon as you came up."

"I think I didn't hit hard enough." Harry snorted.

He suddenly fainted in Voldemort's body that day, and when he woke up, he found himself lying on a hospital bed in the school hospital, surrounded by a circle of people.They cheered loudly and cried with joy when they saw him open his eyes, and he looked around blankly, desperately hoping that someone would come up to him and explain what had happened.

"Oh, Harry, how are you feeling?" Mrs. Weasley ran up to hold his hand and asked him with a teary smile.Hermione and Ron crowded beside him, smiling at him.

"Well, I think it's fine. By the way, this is—how did you find me?"

Ernie, standing at the corner of the bed, raised his hand and said loudly, "Oh, let me tell you! Was it you asking me the question, Harry? I thought it was you, but I couldn't believe it." .But we went to Professor McGonagall right away—anyway, even if it wasn't you, it might be a student who admired you and wanted to provoke You-Know-Who, which is too dangerous. Then we went to the Forbidden Forest to take that The Death Eaters drove away."

Harry nodded, but he knew it might not be that simple.The Death Eaters wouldn't be driven out so easily, and they'd have a hard time explaining why there were two Harry Potters...etc.

"...Did you see Draco?" he asked, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice, his fingers gripping the quilt.

Mrs. Weasley and Hermione looked at each other.Ron scratched his hair and glanced out with a complicated expression.

Harry's heart went cold, and the vague anticipation in his heart slowly died down.

Could it be—could it be that he was really dead, the boy lying in the coffin had indeed belonged to the domain of the god of death...he was just guessing wildly, holding unrealistic expectations...but what was the last call?What was the force that finally brought him back into his body?Voldemort is dead, only Draco can do this, if he is also dead, how can he go back?

"Oh, that big hero is being interviewed by the reporter in the principal's office." Everyone was silent for a while, and finally Ron said casually, "He asked us to say hello to you on his behalf, and said that you will be the first one when you wake up." asked where he was."

"Then I'm sorry to disappoint him, I wasn't the first to ask him." Harry had calmed down, and said coldly, "Tell him for me that I'll beat him up as soon as he shows up in front of me. "

And that afternoon, when Draco finished the inquiries of the members of the Order of the Phoenix and the interview with Rita who had heard the news, he walked into the infirmary with great swagger.Harry was chatting with Ron and Hermione, and when he heard his footsteps, he turned his head and met his eyes.

Draco was a little nervous for some reason, he walked slowly to the bedside, most of the elation in his heart had disappeared.He wondered what Harry would say to him, what he would think of the stupid things he did.Will he be angry, sad, or relieved?Oh, comfort is probably impossible...

"Ah, Draco, you're back." Ron and Hermione greeted him instead, "What did they ask?"

"It's nothing more than why I pretend to be Harry and how Voldemort died."

"Then how did you answer?" Ron looked interested.

"I said, for the honor of the Malfoy family—"

"How hypocritical," Harry interjected, having made up his mind not to have a word with him.

Draco glanced at him and shrugged.

"Of course, it's for them. I can't say it's because I like Harry."

"Why not? Everyone knows it anyway."

Draco gave Harry another wary look.

"No, only you know... I think it's better to keep quiet until we get married."

"So you've already started thinking about getting married?" Hermione also enthusiastically joined their discussion.

"No, no, I didn't say that." Harry interrupted them immediately, and everyone looked at him. "I mean, I didn't discuss marriage with him."

However, to his annoyance, Ron and Hermione didn't seem to care about his words, and Draco also showed a playful smile: "Oh, are you shy, Harry? It's been discussed."

"what?"

"You also said to get married after the war, did you forget?"

"No, I was talking about a smaller—" Harry shut his mouth in mid-sentence, glaring at him, who made a triumphant gesture.

"Well, I think you two must have a lot to say, so we'll go back first." Hermione winked at them, dragged Ron out of the school hospital, and closed the door.

The room fell into silence, and the sound of the wind blowing the curtains became clearer.Harry and Draco looked at each other, neither speaking first.After a while, it was Draco who broke the calm: "Harry, you know, I really..."

"Really a bastard, yeah, I know." Harry leaned back on the bed, looked at him coldly, and folded his hands.

Draco opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, and finally he could only call helplessly: "Harry..."

"Come here." Harry snapped his fingers at him.

"what?"

"Come closer."

Draco didn't know why, but obediently moved the stool and sat on the head of the bed.Harry straightened up and leaned slowly towards him.He wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and his cheeks got closer and closer, and he was about to kiss him.Draco's heart was beating fast and his breathing was short of breath.He could see the eyelashes, the scar on the forehead, and the stains on the glasses... He was about to put his arms around his waist when Harry felt a pain in his abdomen and punched him.

Then came another punch, which landed heavily on the stomach.

"You bastard, lunatic! I really want to beat you to death!" Punch after punch hit his stomach, and Draco's whole face wrinkled in pain.He grabbed his hand and pressed him into his arms, kissing his lips hard.The person in his arms struggled restlessly, he hugged him and leaned down to press him on the hospital bed, the stool was pushed far away by his quick movements.

Under the pull of the two, the buttons of the hospital gown were undone. Draco lifted his hem and poked his head in for a rub, and took a few breaths. Harry was so frightened that he quickly pushed him away.

"Don't move - explain to me, Draco, why did you do that?"

"I love you, Harry."

"That's not the answer!"

He couldn't go on because Draco kissed him again.He separated his legs with his hands and pressed them to the sides, stroking his muscular calves through his trousers, and teasing the things between his legs.Harry flexed his toes in shame, his legs clamped around his waist.In the end, he had to confess that his trousers and bed sheets were stained under his repeated attacks.

"You know how to do this kind of thing..." Harry was a little weak, his neck was full of marks from being sucked hard, "but don't think I will let you go, Draco. How did you cheat Voldemort's?"

"I didn't lie to Voldemort, Harry."

"Then why did he think you were dead?"

"I'm dead, but I'm not dead," Draco recalled, and Harry pulled his hand from his waist, "By the way, Harry, have I died once before?" ?”

Harry was taken aback, his expression suddenly became a little complicated.

"Yeah, you did die once in fifth grade. To save me," he said slowly, biting his lower lip, "but then I used that necklace to go back in time to when you weren't dead I saved you before."

"Necklace?" Draco pulled the gemstone necklace he had given him from around his neck, and stroked the green agate lightly. "Is this it?"

"No, it's Voldemort's one. It's broken."

Draco looked at the two magnificent gemstones without answering.The gemstones reflect different brilliance in the sun, and the light trails are like golden patterns outlining the mountains and rivers.He let go, and the garnet slid down the silver chain and landed on Harry's neck.

"I'm afraid it's not as simple as turning back time." He said suddenly, "There is another kind of power mixed into my soul that was crushed by the spell. This is different."

Harry watched him silently.

"I'm curious as to how that necklace was made, I guess Voldemort asked me to give it to you just to control you. But its properties may have changed a little bit later...I mean, it might be using It took some of your idiosyncrasies along the way. In a way, it became your thing.”

"...You mean, the changes have already taken place at that time?"

"Yes, it is obviously so, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why it can exert such an effect... I think, the thing mixed into my soul at that time has the power to resist death, so this time it can also resist death .”

"Ah, does this mean you have gained eternal life?" Harry covered his mouth in surprise.

Draco raised his eyebrows, and nibbled on the tip of his nose.

"You are so cute, Harry," he teased. "I don't want any kind of immortality. Of course, I can't get it. Even though my soul has become very powerful, my body will still age, so I still die."

"Oh..." Harry touched his nose, there was a faint tooth mark on it.He lifted his foot and kicked him away, "Even so, I will not forgive you."

"Harry..."

"Don't touch around!"

"Really, Harry, I'm doing this for you."

"No, you're for the honor of the Malfoy family." Harry quoted Draco's words unceremoniously.

"You know it's all lies, I just don't want to watch you die." Draco looked at him tenderly, Harry turned his head away from his eyes, he knew he would be softhearted, and he I don't want to let him go at all.

"By the way, Harry, will you go home with me?" Draco seemed to remember something, and said excitedly, "I saw Dobby in the cafeteria this morning, and he said he was very happy to serve the Malfoy family. Serve--"

"Really?" Harry squinted at him.

"—Well, it's a pleasure to serve Harry Potter." The boy could only correct himself, "You're really lovely, Harry."

"If you change your haughty personality, you can be quite likeable too," Harry sneered.

"Oh, I don't need it. Anyway, you like it." Draco hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, "So you and I go back."

"I don't think your parents would welcome me very much." Harry struggled to his deathbed, but Draco's face turned pale and his body became stiff as soon as he finished speaking.He let go of him.

"It seems they haven't told you yet," he paused, then said slowly, "My parents have received a subpoena from the Wizengamot."