[HP] End of Death

After class, Harry put his result in a glass bottle and handed it to Snape with a blank face, and walked out of the classroom with his mocking and contemptuous eyes.Draco was standing in the corridor looking at him with a half-smile, Crabbe and Goyle followed behind him.

Harry took out the Potions textbook from his pocket and handed it to him, whispered thank you, Draco took it and handed it to Crabbe next to him, who unzipped the bag and stuffed it in for him.

The two stood there staring at each other for a while, Draco changed into what he thought was a more elegant posture and cleared his throat.

"Potter, I already lent you the book, why was I still scolded by Professor Snape?"

Well, he knew he was going to laugh at himself.Before Harry could figure out how to answer him, Draco threw out another sentence: "Dining together at noon?"

Harry looked back in shock and shook his head: "No, Hermione is still waiting for me." After speaking, he waved to him, turned and walked towards the other side of the corridor.

Both Crabbe and Goyle looked at this scene in astonishment, speechless.From the very beginning when Harry returned the book, they couldn't help but want to ask Draco what was going on, and then Draco actually offered to ask for a meal...they really couldn't figure it out more and more.

"Hey, Malfoy, did something happen to the book you lent him?" Crabbe asked cautiously.

"Ok?"

"Like making his potion fail or something..."

It took Draco a while to understand what he meant, and snorted coldly: "He failed because he was stupid, and it has nothing to do with me."

He didn't want to admit it, at this moment his heart was extremely upset.

Ever since he knew the content of the first project, Harry spent all day in the library with Hermione looking for a suitable way to deal with it.They sat in the aisle between two rows of bookshelves, yawning and squinting to read the rows of thin words on the pages, dizzy.

"I don't think there is anything useful in "Dragon and Modern Poetry"...Let me read "The Weakness of Flying Animals"...Harry, take a look at this book, maybe it can help you... "Hermione was chattering aside, Harry stretched his waist, pushed the glasses that had slipped to the tip of his nose: "Hermione, don't read it out while reading."

It was not only the lack of clues about how to deal with it that made them feel irritated, but also Krum's frequent visits.Harry guessed that he needed to come to the library for some inspiration, too, which made him feel better, but the chattering fanbase that came with it was too much for them.

"Hey, why does he always come here?" Hermione sighed, she wanted to sleep for a while, but she was woken up by the row of excited girls behind, "Oh, Harry, I need to rest for a while, one Call me in an hour." After she finished speaking, she pulled the coat over her head.

Harry put down the book. To be honest, he was also a little sleepy. The dazzling sunlight outside made his eyes dizzy and his eyelids faintly numb.He glanced at the book that he had been flipping through all morning and hadn't finished it. He put it back on the bookshelf in a bit of boredom, put on his hood and leaned against the bookshelf, and fell asleep.

Harry didn't sleep well, there were always people walking around, the lights flickered one after another, and the bookshelves vibrated.He felt someone walk into his row of bookshelves. Harry turned sideways and turned the hem of his coat to the side, still not opening his eyes.

The man sat down next to him, very close, which was the last thing Harry wanted to be in - he didn't really like being so close to strangers, especially when he was sleeping.

But he was indeed sleepy, and it seemed too strange to get up and move, so Harry had to fight back the discomfort and curl up in a ball, trying to minimize the contact area with that person.

For some reason, Harry didn't think the man was here to read, he didn't take a book from the shelf, and he didn't hear the sound of a book being turned.

If you don't read the book, why don't you leave?Harry wondered wildly, he didn't understand why he had to be here to make him feel bad when there were so many empty places in the library.Just as he was lost in thought, the rustling sound of soft silk rubbing against his ears sounded. The man seemed to lean over and put one hand on his waist.

Harry was about to push him out regardless of the shock, but the man took the opportunity to press him into his arms, and the frame of the mirror made Harry feel extremely uncomfortable.He fumbled around the man's body with his hands, trying to find a place to support him. He reached about the shoulder, braced himself up, and raised his head to meet a pair of light gray eyes.

At this moment Harry only wanted to curse.But after thinking about it, he should have guessed it a long time ago—he is indeed the only one here who dares to do such a thing to him.

"Seldom see you in the library, Malfoy." He gave him a quiet push.

"Potter, if you want to read, I have a better library at home." Draco didn't let go of him, he even put his arms around his waist and lifted him up, adjusting the two The posture of the person, the voice in the ear is still glib, "There is absolutely no Krum and his fan club."

"Thank you for your kindness." Harry rolled his eyes, "But I'm going to bed now, I'll talk about anything later..."

"Then you can sleep."

Upon hearing this, Harry pushed him again, but Draco didn't move at all, and hugged him even tighter. Harry was a little annoyed, and whispered in his ear, "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting, if you feel uncomfortable, you can change your position." Draco looked reasonable, and the corner of his mouth curled into a meaningful arc, "Of course, you can also sleep on my bed."

"Go away, Malfoy, you're sick," Harry growled.He didn't think this position was uncomfortable. To be honest, Draco looked thin, but in fact he was quite strong, and it was not uncomfortable to lean on, but now this state made him feel extremely embarrassed-he was deeply Trapped in his arms, with his face buried in the soft and comfortable fabric, there is a faint fragrance floating in his nose, a bit like the smell of men's cologne, which is burrowing into it one by one.He could clearly hear the heartbeat of the other party, hitting his eardrums one after another, and Harry felt a little difficult to breathe.

Draco pulled the loose robe over him, stroked his hair, and whispered, "Sleep."

"It will be seen..." Harry muttered, dying.

"I'll call you then," he reassured.The boy didn't answer, and Draco looked down, only to find that he had fallen asleep, his eyes closed and his face fragile and peaceful.The rich sunlight in the afternoon casts layers of light and shadow under his eyelids through the gaps in the books on the bookshelf, making it shine brightly.For a moment Draco wanted to pull his robes up to hide him from view.

His eyes moved down to Harry's light lips, which were slightly parted, and seemed to be licked under his gaze because of the sound sleep, Draco resisted not to bite.

He glanced at Hermione who was also asleep on the side. In fact, he really wanted to make out with him here, and found it quite exciting... He imagined Harry struggling in his arms, wanting to protest but because Forced to restrain himself due to the environment, and helplessly let him do whatever he wanted, his throat tightened, and there was some reaction.

Damn.He cursed softly, bit the pinna of his ear lightly, and reached into the hem of his shirt to feel his skin.Just the touch of the skin can't relieve the longing in his heart, Draco thought about whether to do something more extreme, Harry moved, squeezed into his arms, and found a more comfortable position.

Draco found it quite difficult to bear.Now he doesn't quite understand his wonderful psychology of wanting to provoke Harry, tease him, and take advantage of him when he sees Harry, and sometimes he is inexplicably anxious and irritable. He can feel that Crabbe and Goyle are secretly discussion, but he never bothered to explain.

Draco heard some movement, turned his head and saw that Hermione seemed to be waking up, and his heart suddenly became agitated.Just carry him to the corner, he thought calmly, but there were a lot of people in the aisle.

In the end, he still pressed hard on his lips, patted his head, carefully let him lean against the bookshelf, got up and left.