[HP] End of Death

But Blaise was quickly slapped in the face, because he only listened to Professor Umbridge's two sentences before he started to lose his mind, and then couldn't help complaining to Draco that he couldn't listen to a word of what she said.

"It's more boring than Dumbledore giving the same speech every year," he said.

Draco shrugged and said nothing, and resumed his voyeurism.

Hmm... Potter was actually listening to the woman?Why don't you talk to Mudblood... Oh, he really started to be in a daze...Damn Weasley, blocked my view, why don't you talk to Mudblood... I saw it, and I was blocked again... Ah, he seems to have looked over!

A period of ups and downs and complicated psychological activities finally ended in Harry's inadvertent glance, and Draco turned his head pretending to be calm, leaving the man with a noble and glamorous profile.

Harry stared at the Slytherin table for a while, and then slowly turned his head. At this time, Professor Umbridge had finished speaking, and there was a round of polite applause from the audience.

"Thank you very much, Professor Umbridge, your words are very instructive. Well, then as I said just now, the selection for the school Quidditch competition will be held in the next two weeks. Arrange your own time according to the actual situation!" Dumbledore stood up and clapped his hands, "Then everyone can go back to the dormitory to rest!"

They stood up one after another, Ron stretched his waist, and Hermione remembered something and exclaimed, "By the way, we have to lead the freshmen now, Ron!"

"Oh, yes... hey, come here, little ones!" Ron called across the Gryffindor table.

"You can't call them that, Ron!"

"They look so small..."

"That doesn't make them little ones! First years - this way, please!" Hermione yelled sternly across the table.

Harry's eyes shifted to the group of freshmen, who shyly walked out of the table and formed a line, looking extremely immature.Harry couldn't help grinning, but the freshmen showed horrified expressions when they saw him, touched the arms of the people next to them, and gathered together to discuss.

The smile on Harry's face disappeared instantly.He turned and walked in the opposite direction through the crowd, finding a hidden path and walking back.

He should have thought of it... He came back from the cemetery alone at the end of last year's semester, and he just said that Voldemort was back, and they went back without explaining to everyone, and all they heard during the summer vacation was that he was a liar, Dumbledore It's an old madman...

Had Dumbledore endured the gossip all summer?He'd already been kicked out of the Wizengamot and the International Confederation of Wizards, so how much more was he going to suffer?

Ahead is a dark and cold narrow alleyway, which leads to a winding staircase covered with curtains. The staircase is so narrow that only two people can pass through it.Harry stopped slowly when he heard footsteps behind him.

clatter.clatter.clatter.Calm and calm, but also a sense of uncontrollable anxiety.

Harry turned around, he was already some distance away from the entrance of the alley, and the white light coming in from a distance dragged a faint blue phantom on the ground, facing the person who came by with the hem of his jacket raised backwards.The man's light blond hair outlined the snow-white edges under the backlight, and his whole body showed a fuzzy dark blue-purple hue, only the prefect badge on his left arm reflected light from time to time.

Draco stood in front of him, watching him quietly.He was panting slightly, the golden hair on his forehead fluttering.

"You shouldn't be here, Malfoy," Harry began. "You're a prefect, and you have to show the way to the first years."

"Just leave it to Pansy alone." Draco didn't seem to care.

"It's surprising that you would pass up such a great opportunity to show off to the freshmen," Harry said sarcastically.

"That's just inconsequential to me, Potter. It doesn't matter if it's optional or not. Of course, if it's not forced by the conditions, I'd like to add something to it..."

"Oh, so what on earth do you care about?" Harry interrupted. "It seems to you that it's more enjoyable for you to come and laugh at me than to bully the first years."

"You think I'm here to laugh at you?" Draco raised his eyebrows with a slightly hurt expression.He glanced back, a group of noisy students just passed by the alley, their kicking footsteps frightened both of them, Draco immediately pulled Harry forward, through the thin black curtain, Run up the rotating iron escalator.

The noise became more distant, and the faint blue light swayed behind the floating curtains, carrying a hazy sense of tranquility.The escalator was very narrow, and Harry had to sit on the thin, cold iron handrail. The handrail was not high, and he could see the dark and deep corridor on the next floor.

"Malfoy, did anyone ask you what happened that day?" Harry asked softly.

He suddenly realized that he was the only person in this school who could testify against him.Together they experienced the terror from death to life and the darkness of blood and pain, witnessing the reappearance of the Demon King and his servants.Having experienced such pain together, they should have cherished each other, but at this moment Harry could only see struggle and... apology in his eyes.I hope he was wrong.

"Yes." Draco finally replied.

"Then how did you answer?"

Draco lowered his eyes and said nothing.However, Harry understood everything from the silence. He sneered, jumped off the handrail and was about to go back, but the person behind him grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms.

"Let go of me, Malfoy! Put away your hypocritical concern, if you ask me, if you directly admit that you are a hypocrite, I might think you better!" Harry roared, breaking Holding Draco's hands around his waist, his elbows kept pushing back against his chest.The latter snorted, but did not let go, but hugged him even tighter.

"When did you ever find me pleasing to the eye, Potter?" Yomo was irritated by his struggle, and Draco bit his neck with such force that Harry had no doubt that his neck was absolutely It leaves scars that won't go away for a week.He turned his body around, pushed him to sit on the stairs, put one hand on the steps beside him, and pinched his chin with the other hand.

"If possible, Potter, I really want to lock you up where only I can see it." The pulp of his fingers lightly stroked the soft skin on the inside of his jaw, he leaned forward and licked it, the boy raised his head and stepped back , "Why do you walk with them? You should be mine. You should ride in the same carriage with me, so that no one can see you."

Harry laughed angrily, he dodged him, and accidentally knocked the back of his head on the steps, grinning in pain.

"What are you still talking about now? Is it meaningful?" He was forced to retreat, leaning on the stairs, simply throwing away all the burdens and saying whatever he wanted, "You probably don't know, that day in Magic I ran into your father before, and he was still talking to Fudge triumphantly—why do you think he would have such guts? Or are you all so hypocritical in the Malfoy family?"

"Enough." Draco's face darkened.

"You don't know what I went through this summer. While you were enjoying yourselves at home, I was attacked by dementors and endured interrogation and choreography by the Ministry of Magic—"

"Potter, that's enough!" Draco yelled, he firmly grasped the boy's thin shoulders, his body was trembling slightly, and his lips were pursed tightly.

He seemed to be in pain, and the struggle and apology deepened, confusing Harry a little.He thought of their kiss on the train, and a bold thought flashed through him.

Maybe all this is different from what he imagined.Maybe he didn't choose to betray and abandon, Harry didn't know if he could speculate on his mind like this, maybe he still cared about him - and didn't want to give up this relationship.

The anger and grievance in Harry's heart seemed to be drowned out by water, and gradually calmed down.He slowly stretched out his hand and pressed it against the other's face.Cold and a little sweaty.Draco took his hand, pulling him gently to his side.

"I don't need you to tell me how painful you are." He said hoarsely.

Harry stared at him blankly, his eyes a little wet.Draco leaned down, kissed his lips tenderly, sucking the tip of his tongue, eagerly exchanging breaths with him.The cold silver light scattered through the interlaced rafters of the castle and scattered on them, the light and shadow intermingled, as beautiful as a painting.

Harry reached out to touch the lighted patch of white skin at the corner of Draco's eye, and he rubbed it lightly with his fingertips, loving it.Draco had already unbuttoned his shirt, impatient to leave his mark on it.He teased him through his trousers, and rubbed it hard a few times on purpose. Harry raised his leg and was about to kick him, but he held down his ankle and put his knees on the steps.

"Shall I help you get it out, Potter?" He bit the pinna of his ear viciously and blew against it, slipping his hand into his trousers.

"Get it out for me, Malfoy—"

"You clearly enjoyed it, Potter."

"roll!"

Harry was flushed red by Draco's tossing, and finally leaned weakly in his arms, swearing through gnashed teeth.Draco was buttoning his shirt for him, and he frowned after hearing his words, pressed down on him and kissed him forcefully, eating him up and wiping him clean before closing his hands in satisfaction.

"My God, it's already this point! Malfoy, it's all because of you!" Harry glanced at his watch, and panickedly pushed the people around him away and ran up the stairs.Draco quickly followed behind him, he was not in a hurry, and casually offered a shameless suggestion: "Potter, do you want to go back to the dormitory with me to admire my prefect badge? To be honest, you lost to It's a pity Weasley—"

"Shut up!" Harry shot him a stern look over his shoulder.

"My bed and I miss you so much—"

"But I don't want to at all!"