[HP] End of Death

He moved away from him, rummaged in the bag, pulled out two sherbet balls, and tossed one to Draco.

The candlelight in the corner swayed in the wind, and the warm, yellowish light like brewed wine weaved over the shoulders of the two, jumping and shifting, and the brilliance rotated.The snow fell harder and harder outside the house, and the fine rustling sound was accompanied by the swaying of the branches, and occasionally the hard and crisp sound of shoes crushing the snow was heard.Harry couldn't eat any more, and sat looking at the rest of the dessert in the bag.Draco glanced at him and asked, "Are you full?"

"Um……"

"I remember you saying you'd eat them all."

"When did I say that?"

"When you are queuing, don't lie to your debt." Draco straightened his waist, took the candle by the wall and placed it between the two, reflecting the fire on his face like a mirror.

Harry thought for a long time and couldn't remember saying such a thing, and frowned: "But I've eaten a lot, Malfoy, I remember you didn't eat much."

"I don't like sweets very much." Draco looked at him, his light gray pupils swayed like strong wine, "If you don't eat them, then I'll give them to the girls you see .Let's go."

Harry's brows deepened, those girls?Oh, those few people they met on the road... He had to admit that this proposal was reasonable, but he felt a little annoyed, he didn't want him to do it - but what right did he have to stop it?This was originally bought with his money, so it is his freedom to dispose of it as he wants...

Draco bent down to lift the bag, Harry grabbed his wrist subconsciously, the other party glanced at him, and he quickly shrank back.Harry stood up silently, picked up the Invisibility Cloak from the ground and put it on.

They left the Shrieking Shack together, and Harry was acutely aware that Draco hadn't offered to hold his hand.He looked at his side face, the boy's face was calm, without any waves.Is he angry?Just because I didn't finish my dessert?But he really couldn't eat anymore... Harry felt a little depressed thinking about it, and coupled with the inexplicable irritability in his heart, his mood became even more depressed.

They gradually walked back to the bustling streets of Hogsmeade, where lights were everywhere, and Hogwarts students ran around holding colorful popsicles, screaming loudly and excitedly.

A boy laughing and running towards Harry, Harry quickly retreated behind Draco, at this time the crowd was surging, and several Hufflepuff girls sucking lollipop quills squeezed between them The two were separated, and Harry had to find a gap to follow him at a distance in order to avoid being discovered.

The sky is getting later and later, the sunset is west, and the colorful lights shine on both sides of the street.Harry couldn't distinguish the figure in front of him. He could only look for the golden color in the crowd, but the crowd pushed him to the other side. He tried his best to squeeze out of the surrounding to look for it, but saw the familiar The figure flashed into the Three Broomsticks bar.

What is he doing there?Buy butterbeer to keep warm?Thinking this way, Harry followed. He didn't enter the bar, but leaned against the glass and looked out - it was too weird to be seen the door opened inexplicably.

He watched as Draco took a few steps to a table, and immediately a boy stood up to let him sit, and stood behind him.He leaned on the back of the chair leisurely, smiled and said something, and the boys and girls at that table burst into laughter.Draco put the bag of sweets on the table, and they cheered, looting...

Harry only felt that it was extremely dazzling, and his heart was sore and blocked.He must have forgotten himself, he thought, and whatever the reason, he was with his friends now and he was no longer needed.

Thinking of this, Harry was in no mood to stay any longer. He walked towards the entrance where he came, and passed under Filch's eyes without a sound.After returning to the castle, Harry took off his invisibility cloak. He stayed in the dormitory for a while, and Hermione rushed up excitedly and put a bunch of snacks on his bed.Harry thanked her with a smile, but he couldn't eat any more now, so he put it carefully on the bedside table.

"Oh, Harry, guess who I saw when I came back?" said Hermione. "I saw Malfoy standing in the doorway to our lounge! Do you think it's strange? Why is he there, it seems It's like waiting for someone..."

Harry answered absent-mindedly, and when Hermione left, he stood up abruptly, put on his shoes and ran downstairs, and hurried out into the corridor after saying the password.Panting for breath, he looked around, but he didn't see the boy.

In winter, the air was cold and the wind cut like a knife, forcing him to keep his eyes open.Harry couldn't tell what it was like inside, it was as if a piece had been hollowed out, and it was extremely uncomfortable.He took a deep breath, shook his head and walked back, only took two steps before he was grabbed by the arm, and the other party's hand holding him was like a red-hot iron, which was astonishingly hot.

Harry turned his head and fell into a dark, rough gray sea.

He was dragged into an uninhabited narrow alley with dim light and desolate tree shadows.Before Harry could stand still, he was pushed heavily against the wall. The person in front of him leaned over and stared at him, his eyes were a little red.

"Explain to me, Potter. Do you know how long I've been looking for it?" His voice was low and cold, and if you listen carefully, you will find a slight tremor, as if he was suppressing something.

"I got lost in the crowd and couldn't find you, so I went back by myself." Harry didn't want to mention what he saw in the Three Broomsticks, he thought it wasn't his fault at all, it was Draco who abandoned him first Abandoning him... no, abandoning was an odd word, like he was a bitch, but Harry couldn't think of any words to describe the feeling for a moment.

Draco stared at him for a moment, took his hand, slid it up and down, and whispered, "Oh... are you complaining that I didn't grab your hand? I'll keep an eye out, Potter, I'll Hold on tight so you don't try to let go."

It was like a graceful and touching love story, but his tone was cold and ruthless, without a trace of tenderness, on the contrary, it was almost threatening.Harry couldn't help but think of him approaching under the candlelight, and the slight alienation in his eyebrows and eyes when he got up to leave. He could pamper and tease him unscrupulously, but when he turned around, he showed another face and flirted with other people without any disobedience. We had a great conversation.There seemed to be countless mirrors around him, reflecting countless different silhouettes of him, and he wanted to escape after taking a step.

Harry pushed him away abruptly, and Draco took two steps back unexpectedly. He glanced at his watch and said, "It's getting late, I have to go back to sleep."

"I'm not done yet, Potter."

"What else do you want to talk about?" Harry looked at him coldly. "Why don't you talk when there's so much time in the Shrieking Shack?"

Draco scratched his hair angrily, and stopped in front of him: "Listen, Potter. I originally planned to take you to the bar to have a good talk, but there was an accident on the way—"

"Accident? Do you mean I got lost?"

"No, it's my problem." Draco didn't explain too much, "I thought you would care—no, it's nothing, anyway, you come to the Slytherin lounge to find me tomorrow night."

"I do not want to go--"

"It's related to the Triwizard Tournament, or I'll go find you, and you choose."

Harry looked at him resentfully, he felt very upset inside, he was extremely displeased with Draco's calm attitude, he didn't give a little explanation for his behavior, but asked him to do this and that, although it was not the same as the game Related, but it made him feel worse - it was like - like he didn't care at all about the effect he had on him, and he was agonizing over himself like a fool...

"I see, I'll go find you." His tone was a little helpless, as if he was extremely tired, he pushed him away and walked outside, "I think I'm going back to rest, Malfoy. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Potter," came the boy's reply from behind.He watched him go away and disappeared into the alley.Her lips moved, but she only said two words: "Good night."