[HP] End of Death

The prefect's bathroom.

It was already midnight, and the ceiling light was not turned on in the room, only the two wall lamps on the left and right walls exuded a cool gleam.The air was filled with the fragrance of lemon and olive, and the spacious bath was filled with blue-green bubbles, completely covering the bodies of the two boys.

Draco leaned back against the cold bath wall, staring blankly at the ceiling, his eyes were bewildered, panicked like a puddle of stagnant water.If someone saw him like this, he might think that he was thinking about something, but in fact he didn't think about anything, he just maintained this movement quietly.

After a long time, the water in the bath was slightly cold, Draco slowly lowered his head and touched his nose.He looked at Harry who was sleeping soundly in his arms and pillowed on his shoulders, with a gentle look in his eyes.He gently rubbed his wet black hair, and reached out with the other hand to turn on the drain of the bathtub and the hot water faucet at the same time.

He had brought him here for over an hour.That's when he wrapped him hastily in his overcoat and used the Disillusionment Charm all the way to the prefect's bathroom.When he unbuttoned Harry's coat, the boy's lips were already white with cold, his body was trembling, and he was curled up into a ball.At that moment, Draco's heart ached so much that he hugged him tightly, regardless of his own coldness.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... it's all my fault..." He pressed against his cold cheek and kept whispering in his ear, as if he could make amends for the sins he committed, but he knew nothing about it. Useless.

It was he who insisted on forcing him on such a windy and rainy night. It was because he was insane, mad, and had ugly thoughts, and it was because he became so distorted and unlike himself.

Harry hadn't changed, he had changed.

Draco hurriedly carried Harry into the bathtub and began to wash his body. His body was covered with traces left by him, every inch was shocking.He wiped off the dirt between his legs and the soil stained on his chest, hugged him tightly again, and rubbed his pale lips with his fingertips, until the body stopped trembling and completely relaxed before exhaling.

The hot water gradually came up, soaking their overlapping bodies.Draco stared at his sleeping profile, he couldn't help but leaned forward and rubbed his cheek, which was moist and slightly cool.He let him lean against the wall of the bath, lightly touched his lower lip, and then carefully kissed his lips, exploring the soft and moist area with the tip of his tongue.With hot emotions gushing out of his heart, he kissed him passionately, fingers digging into his hair.Close your eyes, the corners of your eyes are slightly red.

"Potter." After parting his lips for a long time, he leaned into his ear and whispered, panting slightly, "Are you asleep now? As long as you are asleep... If you are awake, I will never tell you. "

Draco smiled, a little sadly.Water dripped from the ends of his pale blonde hair, slid down his cheeks and down his jaw.

"I love you." He nibbled on his neck.The boy groaned softly.

"I love you..." He buried his head in his chest and sighed softly.

"From now on... there will be no one else." The ending sounded very long, as if extremely helpless and loving, but extremely painful.He lowered his head and reverently kissed the necklace on his chest, kissing the garnet and green agate, as if paying homage to their hopeless love.

He stared fixedly at Harry's innocent and defenseless face for a while, then stretched out his hand, and gently undid the necklace around his neck.He swam to the shore and took his coat, stuffed the necklace into the pocket, and took out an identical necklace from the other pocket.

Draco swam slowly towards Harry, his hands shaking so violently that he could barely hold the cold necklace tightly.For a moment, he wanted to throw the disgusting thing in his hand down and let it flush into the sewer without seeing the light of day. This kind of desire was quite strong, and it strongly encouraged him and bewitched his mind.

But he finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

Draco took a deep breath and carefully put the necklace on Harry's smooth neck.The boy was still asleep, his face was peaceful and beautiful, just like the first time he saw it.

He looked at him quietly, just looking at him like this, as if staring at the most beautiful picture scroll, in which he saw his past and future.He reached out and stroked his cheek.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you hated me. Hate me, Potter. At least you're happier than loving me," he said hoarsely.

Up until this moment, he had realized that he had no way of retreating.He won't regret it.He just felt sad.

Sad that I can't do anything, sad that I can't freely guard what I want to protect.

Sad that I still extravagantly long for the other party's forgiveness.

When Harry woke up the next day, he was top-heavy, his whole body seemed to be floating in the air, his whole body was extremely hot, and when a gust of wind blew into his blanket, he felt bitingly cold.He struggled to open his eyes, but he could only open them a little, and his eyelashes were glued together, making him uncomfortable.

"Are you awake?" A cold voice came from above his head, like a handful of crushed ice rubbing into his ear.Harry opened his eyes in a daze, and there was a vague figure in his vision, somewhat familiar.

"Just roll out of my bed when you wake up, how long do you want?" His vision gradually became clear, and he finally saw the man's face clearly.There was obvious impatience and disgust on the blond boy's face. He was about to pull him, but Harry subconsciously opened his hand—the soft force surprised him, but it didn't work at all.

He was pulled up from the bed by him, and Harry forced himself to put on his trousers and coat, and was dragged out of the dormitory by the other party.

"What are you doing?" Harry roared angrily, and he immediately found that his throat felt like it was being torn, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.The corner of the other party's mouth raised a sarcastic smile.

"Why, don't you still want to stay in my dormitory?" Draco looked him up and down, and his smile became more contemptuous, "Oh, I understand you - you should feel very good yesterday, right? Was it very comfortable?" He curled his lips and clicked his tongue, "It's a pity that I don't want to serve you, Potter, I just want you to get out. I feel sick even if you stay here for a second."

Harry opened his mouth, almost out of his anger, with only a cold, deathly awareness in his mind.He didn't know where he got the strength to push him away, took a step back, and just stepped out of the bedroom door.

Draco seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but immediately put on that cold expression: "It's better to leave, Potter, go back by yourself."

As he spoke, he slammed the door hard in front of his face.

The loud "bang" shocked him to the spot, and also shattered the incomparably precious thing he had cared for so carefully, and it could never be restored.

Harry stood for a long time, lowered his eyes, took a long breath, vigorously wiped away the tears that oozed from the corners of his eyes, and began to walk downstairs step by step while leaning on the wall.

In the dormitory, Draco stood stiffly, his back leaning against the door, his eyes glazed over.His body slowly slid down.He sat slumped on the ground, looked at his pale and slender hands, trembling violently, and buried his face in his palms.His shoulders were loose, and he cried silently.

--sorry.

——No, I'm not even qualified to apologize.

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