[HP] End of Death

During Potions class, Harry messed up his potion because he paid too much attention to the conversation between Snape and Umbridge, and Snape forced him to add homework.And in astrology class, Professor Trelawney apparently received Umbridge's investigation report, and she seemed extremely irritable throughout the class, which lashed Harry even harder, which undoubtedly made him feel the last bit of sympathy for her Hearts are gone.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Harry received another punishment order from Draco, asking him to clean the Quidditch pitch after the Slytherin team finished training.

"Who knows how long they will be training? And the weather..." Ron glanced at the gloomy sky outside the window, resentful.

"Our training has also been cancelled." Harry said weakly, "Angelina said Umbridge had to think about it...she just thought it was fun to blackmail us..."

"I'm worried that you will be tricked by those Slytherins if you go there alone, Harry." Hermione said worriedly.

"I'll wait until they're all gone." Harry pushed away his half-eaten plate, although he was still hungry, he had no appetite.

After eating, they wrote their homework in the lounge for a while. Harry guessed that the Slytherins might have finished training, so he said goodbye to Ron and Hermione and walked outside the castle alone.It was getting late, and the long sunset clouds dragged down wing-like shadows in the sky, like a rift opened by a giant axe in the mountains.

Harry walked down the steps and walked slowly towards the pitch.Sure enough, as he expected, there was no one on the court.He breathed a sigh of relief, took out a Comet 800 from the broom and started cleaning.

In the auditorium, Draco sat in the middle, quietly watching the tiny figure on the huge court.There was a lot of wind and sand on the court, which made his robe flutter and his hair hit his face continuously.From time to time, he needs to push the broken hair away from his eyes, and clean the fallen leaves on the court with difficulty against the wind.

His eyes followed him closely, and Draco couldn't see Harry's face at all from such a long distance, but he just imagined the resolute and forbearing expression on his sweat-soaked face, as if No matter how hard it is, you can persevere tenaciously.

He must hate himself, he thought, the wind is getting stronger and the body is getting more and more tired, so he must hate him more and more.

However, Draco almost trembled with excitement at the thought of being hated blazingly, madly, and twisted by such a pure and kind heart.His heart is almost dry and needs strong emotions to replenish.As long as it comes from that person, even the ultimate hatred can make him feel satisfied, feel that he really exists, not completely abandoned.

He gazed at him feverishly, and it occurred to him that there were only the two of them in this vast space, and no one else—without those hateful disturbers, he belonged to him.Draco thought so, and his body actually reacted.

tick.tick.tick.

He looked up.The lament that fell from the sky extinguished his ugly desire.

Harry stopped, holding the broom in one hand, the other outstretched.A few more drops of rain fell on his palm.Harry thought in his heart that it was bad, he had already taken off his coat and threw it on the ground, and there was no way to hide from the rain at this moment.He took out his wand to apply a waterproofing to his glasses, and dragged the broom back to pick up his coat.

The rain soon became heavier, stinging and numb on the body.He ran quickly, picked up the clothes on the ground to cover his body, and managed to find a ball post nearby to shelter from the rain.Harry took a deep breath and wrapped his half-damp coat around him a little tighter.He glanced back at the auditorium, which was empty.

Harry saw Draco when he first came here, and he knew that he was here to supervise him, so he had to sweep the floor for him carefully.And now it's raining, and the entire stadium has become wet and cold. The pampered young master must not be able to bear this environment and go back, and he can also end the punishment early.

Just as Harry was thinking this, the coat covering his body was suddenly thrown off.He turned his head suddenly, a hot embrace pressed against him, and the breath on his neck almost burned him.What followed was frantic kisses, raining down on his lips, cheeks, and neck. He frantically tore at his woolen vest and shirt, and reached into his clothes to caress his waist and back.

Draco's madness frightened Harry, his mind went blank, and he struggled violently after realizing it.But the other party was more vicious than him, and he slammed into his forehead hard. The instant pain in his head made him dizzy, and when he recovered, Harry was already pressed down on the lawn by the other party, and the cold raindrops hit his face It hurts.

Harry tried his best to open his eyes wide in the rain, and he was horrified to find that Draco's forehead was oozing blood, and the thin blood mixed with the rainwater flowed down his cold cheeks, exuding a fishy smell, embarrassing and glaring.He shook his head vigorously, tossing aside a strand of wet blond hair, and leaned down to kiss him.

Paranoid, insane, tightrope-walking on the verge of collapse.That's what Harry felt from the kiss.This was something he had never noticed before.It's not the first time he feels his pain or even despair, but despair is just despair, it's not twisted, it's not sick, and it's not such indulgence that can destroy people.

The downpour soaked the clothes of both of them, sticking to their bodies tightly, Harry felt that his whole face was numb from the cold, and the rain kept flowing into the corners of his eyes, mouth, nostrils and ears, Draco Throwing his glasses aside, he had to close them.The wind made him shiver.

Continuous kisses went down the neck, all the clothes on his upper body had been torn off by him, Draco sucked his shoulders, the cherry red of his chest, his waist and lower abdomen.Harry felt the fire burning on his body, mixed with the cool rain, bringing a strange touch.The desire hidden in the depths was aroused, and his whole body was hot, unbelievably hot, and he felt an inextinguishable cold in this overwhelming storm.Harry shivered and moved closer, he needed someone to shield him from the wind and rain, to relieve him of the heat and cold that confused him...

And when Draco yanked off his dripping trousers and reached between his legs, Harry was enlightened.He struggled suddenly, raised his leg and kicked him hard, turned over and knelt on the ground.He found that his hands had been tied with a tie by the opponent at some point. At this time, he was only wearing a pair of underwear and exposed on the rainy and stormy court at night, embarrassed and ashamed.

Harry tried hard to tear off the tie, but it was tied so tightly that he couldn't break free no matter what.And taking advantage of this opportunity, the other party rushed forward again, pressing him tightly on the grass from behind, the wet lawn soil clinging to his body, it was extremely uncomfortable.

"Let go of me, Malfoy! Are you crazy!" he yelled, terrified.Feeling the other's palm slide along his spine, he twisted hard to escape his suppression, but was pushed back by Draco's neck.

"You're really crazy... crazy! Don't make me hate you, Malfoy!" He had already shed the last shield on him, Harry screamed in despair, his voice echoed in the cold night, filled with The sound of gurgling rain.

The movement of the person above him finally stopped, and he bent down, with his hands on his sides.

"Don't you already hate me, Potter?"

Harry turned his head, Draco's face was sunken in the darkness and rain, and he couldn't see clearly, only his eyes were silent and cloudy, covered with bloodshot eyes.He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "don't make me... really hate you."

Draco stared at him, and they stared at each other for a while in the rain, Harry felt his eyelashes were covered with raindrops, and his eyes were blurred.The other party suddenly forced his head back, and then he felt something hot squeezed between his legs, he almost screamed, two cold fingers stuck into his mouth, and pressed his tongue.

"Clamp your legs tight." The boy's hoarse voice sounded in his ear, and Harry subconsciously complied.The hands around his waist were tightened tightly, and Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief knowing that he had escaped.

When everything was finally over, he almost lost his strength and fell limply to the ground.Harry closed his eyes wearily, letting the darkness engulf him.

In a daze, he felt something covered himself, someone carefully picked him up, and whispered in his ear...

"sorry."

It's still raining.