[HP] End of Death

There was an uproar in the stands, many students protested angrily, and some booed and laughed.Mrs. Hooch blew her whistle, flew over Harry on her broom, and rushed towards Crabbe.Harry rubbed his back and stood up slowly, Angelina who came from behind quickly handed him his hand.

"Are you all right?" she asked anxiously.

"Of course." He said through gritted teeth, grabbed her hand and asked her to pull him up.

"It's Crabbe, the thug! He'll hit you with the Bludger as soon as he sees you catch the Snitch!—but we won, we won!"

Harry hadn't had time to give her a high-five when he heard a sneer from behind him, and he turned around, the muscles in his lower back hurting from the strain: Draco slowly landed in front of him, his face pale and his lips Trembling slightly.His expression turned pale and ferocious, as if he was struggling between pain and ridicule, and finally chose the latter.

"It's not bad, is it, Potter? But it's worth it, at least it saved Weasley's life, didn't it?" He crossed his hands and said coldly, "I've never seen such a rubbish Keeper...but he was born in a dumpster, do you like my lyrics, Potter?"

Harry ignored him as he walked over to meet his team-mates, who landed on the ground one after another, shouting and pumping their fists excitedly, with the exception of Ron, who got off his broom at the goalposts and walked slowly back to the dressing room by himself. room.

"We want to write a few more lines, but fat and ugly doesn't rhyme well, and we want to sing about his mother—" Draco said loudly, as Harry hugged Katie and Arya, His face darkened immediately, and he turned and strode towards Draco.

"You better shut up—" he growled, grabbing his collar.

"Harry, don't—"

Draco waved his hand coldly, and took a step back: "What, angry? We still want to sing about his dad, but useless trash doesn't rhyme well—"

Harry glanced back at Fred and George, and before they heard, he twisted Draco's arm and pulled him into the woods behind the dressing room.Once there were no one around he threw him against the wall, glaring at him angrily.

"What else do you want to say?" Harry stared at the blond boy who was carelessly adjusting his ripped collar, trembling all over his body.He didn't know what kind of emotion it was, it wasn't fear, it wasn't just anger, there was something deeper and complicated buried in it.

"Do you like my lyrics, Potter?" Draco asked the question again, tilting his head, crossing his arms and squinting at him, "Oh, you're angry...you can be more angry, so I'll be very happy Happy."

"What do you want, Malfoy!" Harry finally couldn't bear it anymore.If it was before they got together, he would have been used to this kind of behavior, but now after they broke up, he still hurt him like this, and every time he went too far, this made him suspect that all his tenderness before was a lie.

"I want you." He looked at him teasingly, with a smile on his lips, "but can you give it? You can't, Potter. So never mind what I think...you'll never know what I'm thinking."

Harry stared at him, Draco's sweaty blond hair and cold gray-blue eyes were so repulsive now, no, they had never been so repulsive to him.And the harsh sarcasm contained in the corners of the curved lips made him feel hot all over, and the blood rushed straight to his forehead.He suddenly grabbed his collar and punched him in the stomach with the other hand.

Harry heard the jaw-dropping sound of flesh colliding, and the boy's screams and groans made him feel a little relieved, but his heart was soon filled with empty blankness.He suddenly didn't know why he did this, he just stared at Draco's pale face like gold paper, wanting to see a trace of pain from that face, even a little bit, he wondered why he could be so indifferent Hurting him so much, leaving him riddled with holes...but he failed.

That heroic face was distorted and painful, but he was still smiling, and the smile became brighter and more difficult to understand.He seemed to want to speak, but he coughed violently as soon as he opened his mouth, and it lasted for a long time before slowly stopping.

Harry stared at him blankly, unconsciously stretched out his hand to touch his face, but immediately withdrew it.At that moment, the smile on Draco's face disappeared completely.

"Potter." He gasped, and he could feel him fighting back the pain in his stomach.

"...why?" Harry asked hoarsely, burying his face in his palms.

"I told you, Potter. Don't try to guess what I'm thinking, I don't want to scare you." Draco whispered, gasping shallowly.

"...I hate you." He stood up and looked down at him, his green eyes trembling behind the round glasses, and he clenched his hands tightly.

Draco looked at him, lying on the ground as if he had lost all his strength.

"Harry! Harry! You stop—" A girl screamed from behind, and the Gryffindor players ran over and surrounded them.They looked at Harry, then at Draco, who was lying on the ground, covering his mouth in shock.

"I've never seen this kind of behavior - go back to the castle, you, Potter, go directly to the dean's office! Quick!" Madam Hooch's extremely angry voice was heard immediately, and the Slytherins also rushed Coming over, Harry heard Crabbe laughing.

Harry didn't speak, he turned silently and walked towards the castle without looking at Draco again.

The noise of the crowd faded away, and when he reached the hall, he could only hear his own footsteps.Harry walked across the porch, through a curtain of black gauze, and when he saw a flight of steps, he suddenly realized that this was the staircase he had fallen into while wearing the Invisibility Cloak and holding the golden egg, and that's when Draco stepped forward. to block Snape's search for him...

His eye sockets couldn't help getting wet.Harry took a breath and was about to keep going up when he heard footsteps behind him, as if someone was limping up the stairs while someone else held him up.He turned to see Draco walking up the stairs with one arm on the railing and Pansy supporting him with the other.

Seeing Harry standing there, he showed a cold and mocking smile: "Why don't you leave, Potter? Did you break your leg, do you need us to help you?"

Harry gave him a deep look, turned and continued walking up.He heard Pansy's concerned greetings to Draco behind him, and the gentle tone of the other's answer was like a knife piercing his heart.

Harry and Draco walked to the door of Professor McGonagall's office one after the other, and Draco stopped when Professor McGonagall came up behind them.She still had the red and gold Gryffindor scarf around her neck, but she tore it off with trembling hands after seeing them.

She opened the door and snapped at Harry, "Go in!"

Harry walked into the office with his head down, and when Draco and Pansy walked in, she patted Draco on the back and said nothing.

Professor McGonagall walked behind the desk and threw the scarf on the ground: "Fighting after the game? I've never seen such a thing, Potter!"

Harry bit his lower lip, but said nothing.Surprisingly, Draco didn't say anything either.

Professor McGonagall looked at the two of them with a gloomy face: "Which one of you will explain what happened? Who hit whom? Or did they all do it?"

"I hit him," said Harry hoarsely. "He didn't fight back."

"So, are you mistaken?" Professor McGonagall glared at him, "You didn't let Mrs. Hooch solve it, and decided to show Muggle fighting methods, didn't you?"

Harry lowered his head even further.Let Mrs. Hooch handle it?He didn't think about this method, no, he definitely wouldn't think about it...he wouldn't let others meddle in the affairs between the two of them, yes, he still feels that this is a personal grudge between the two of them, and It doesn't matter who.

It's not just about losing a ball and singing an insulting song.He glanced at Draco, who was looking at him intently, those light gray eyes still as beautiful as ever.

But he felt that he couldn't understand him more and more.