[HP] End of Death

"Okay, then, like I just said, if you want to learn some defensive skills, we need to plan how to do it, how often we meet, where to meet—" Hermione didn't finish , a Hufflepuff girl with braids interrupted her, she looked at Harry: "Is that true, you can really conjure a Patronus?"

"Yeah." Harry hesitated for a moment, a little defensive.

"A physical patron saint?"

"Well—you don't know Ms. Burns do you?"

The girl laughed, "She's my aunt," she said, "My name is Susan Burns, and she told me about your trial. Is it true, then? You can make a stag Patronus?"

"Yes," Harry replied.

Yeah, it was the Patronus - the silvery, horned creature - that had startled him in third year, Draco thought.Suddenly he wondered a little what his own Patronus would be.

"That's great, Harry! I never knew that before!" Lee exclaimed with great admiration.

"You killed the basilisk with that sword in Dumbledore's office?" Terry Boot asked. "That's what a portrait on the wall told me last year."

"Well—yes, that's right."

Justin whistled, the Creevey brothers exchanged a shocked look, and Lavender let out a soft "wow."

Draco felt a little displeased, he knew this matter better than them—yes, he knew it a long time ago, much earlier than them—the Chamber of Secrets was opened with the diary left by his father, and the diary The destroyed diary is still in his house... maybe he should dig it out sometime.

"When we were in first year," Neville said to the group, "he rescued the Philosopher's Stone—"

"It's the Philosopher's Stone." Hermione corrected in a low voice.

"Oh, yes - from You-Know-Who," Neville added.

Hmm... The Sorcerer's Stone seems to have nothing to do with him, Draco racked his brains thinking, but he remembered that he and Harry were punished to go to the Forbidden Forest and saw the dead unicorn, I was so scared that I ran away... No, ignore this...

"Oh, and those projects he completed in the Triwizard Tournament last semester - crossing fire dragons, mermaids, etc..." Padma said with a smile.

There was a murmur of admiration and approval from around the table, and everyone stared at Harry eagerly, as if they had re-acquainted him, but the irritability in Draco's heart became more and more deep.

Yeah, that's right, he did really well in the Triwizard Tournament, of course you don't need to say that.And, I'm afraid you don't know how the hero in your eyes lay on the same bed with me during that year, how he was kissed under my body, and how he hand in hand with me through all the difficulties.He belongs to me, he belongs to me alone, no matter how much you admire him, no matter how much you admire him, you can't touch him with a finger, because he doesn't belong to you.

If possible, Draco wanted to break the Disillusionment Charm right now and kiss him in front of everyone to claim sovereignty, but he knew it was impossible.He has lost this qualification.

——It was you who ruined all this with your own hands.

No, it is not.

—It was you who shattered your friendship and stained the proof of hand in hand with cruel betrayal, Draco Malfoy.You have no turning back.

No-no-no more!

They discussed the time, place and frequency of classes for a while, and Hermione took out a piece of paper, hesitated, and asked everyone to sign on it.Some people were reluctant at first, but everyone later compromised.

"I think it's going pretty well." After everyone else left, Hermione cleared up the things on the table.

"That guy named Zacharias is really annoying." Ron stared angrily at the back of Zacharias who was looming outside the bar.

Harry looked up suddenly and said, "I want to go to the bathroom, um - I had a little too much butterbeer just now."

"Oh, yes. We'll wait for you here." Ron replied subconsciously, and murmured in confusion, "Strange, I don't think Harry has had any beer..."

The Pig's Head Bar has only one rather narrow toilet, and it's hidden in a very hidden location, so you can't find it at all.When Harry staggered to the toilet door and opened the wooden door, which seemed not to be strong enough, he stopped, turned on the light, and stepped in.

He stood inside and waited for a while, as if confirming something, he closed the door.

Harry took a deep breath and whispered, "Don't hide, I know you're here."

There was no movement around.

"Do you really need me to say your name? - You must be tired from standing for so long, Malfoy."

He raised his head, a flash of black flashed in the air in front of him, and then the whole space twisted, like a fluctuating ripple, converging and spreading.A person peels away from it like a pool of panicked shadows.Harry took another breath and took a step back, resting his back on the cold wall.

The two stared at each other and remained silent for a long time, as if neither of them wanted to speak, nor did they know what to say. The long, depressive confrontation and torture had turned all the words between them into blanks.

In the end it was Harry who spoke first.

"I know you wouldn't listen if I told you not to tell Umbridge."

Draco looked at him silently, without answering.Harry sighed, looking a little tired: "You're getting more and more cunning, Malfoy. Maybe you think you'll win, but we'll never give up."

Hearing these words, the boy's expression finally moved, as if the ice had melted.He twitched the corners of his mouth, lowered his head, and chuckled softly: "You're wrong, Potter. I'm glad to see you're fighting as always, but it's useless and ridiculously stupid. You can't win, It will be us who win."

"Honestly, it doesn't surprise me at all when you say that." Harry shrugged his shoulders with feigned ease, but his whole body was tense. "But no one knows how it will end, right? Who I don't know who will have the last laugh."

"Yeah, maybe what you said is right. But anyway, for me, there is only one ending." Draco shook his fingers and said softly, "Do you hate me, Potter?"

Harry didn't expect him to ask such a question, and was caught off guard.He only hesitated for a moment, and immediately replied: "Of course, Malfoy."

"Then why are you still wearing the necklace I gave you?" He raised his head, his light gray eyes reflected a faint blue light under the dim light, bright and dazzling.

Harry subconsciously wanted to grab the chain, but felt it was unnecessary.He opened his mouth, and finally said calmly: "You think too much, it's just that I forgot."

Draco stared at him intently, as if wondering if what he was saying was true or not.He suddenly smiled lightly, and suddenly grabbed his collar and kissed him on the lips.Crazy biting, rapid licking and sucking, extreme forceful touching and oppression, all appear more thrilling in this cramped and dark and cold space.Harry was sucked into the vortex almost instantly, pain, desire, release, entanglement, despair blooming in the cold like poppies in the night, devouring people's hearts inch by inch, making people abandon their armor.

He could feel the pain and struggle inside the boy, the same way he felt it in the stairwell on the first day of school.Harry suddenly felt angry and aggrieved, why on earth did he seek sympathy after doing these things to him?What exactly does he want, what does he want, does he understand what he is doing? !

Does he know that his random move can break his frozen shell and make him crumble.

Don't be so concerned, Harry.It's just a kiss.This is nothing.A voice said in the bottom of my heart.

Harry slowly closed his eyes.He felt darker and clearer.That person's breath and touch are all felt by him at this moment, held in his hand.

This is nothing.

Draco moved his lips away and let him go.Their faces were still close, he looked at him, and said hoarsely in his ear: "For me, there is only one ending. Potter, do you understand?"

No matter which side wins, he won't win.

In this battle, he is always the loser.