[HP] End of Death

He started running as soon as he walked out of the corridor where Snape's office was located, and he didn't stop until he entered an empty hall, standing still and panting heavily.He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, leaning his back weakly against the wall.

Legilimency left his brain in a fragile and weak state, and there was a tingling pain on his forehead from time to time.He felt that those repressed emotions and memories were not controlled as Snape expected, but became more turbulent, washing his soul unscrupulously.

He thought of the cold woods of the World Cup, the clean tie, the closeness under the mistletoe...and the parchment thrown into the Goblet of Fire late at night, the fire dragon shining in the dark, Hogsmeade's socks, the abandoned classroom The flying spells, the triwizard cups being raised together...it was so bright that he couldn't take his eyes off it.

During those countless moments of looking at and laughing at each other, he suddenly felt that he could risk his life and throw himself into the fire.

It doesn't matter if you are deceived, hurt, or even die.He suddenly felt so.

Harry put his hand on his forehead and closed his eyes heavily.The pale memory of that night came up again, and the hideous faces hidden under the cloak all reminded him of a fact that he had already clearly recognized—the darkness had fallen again, and no one could stay out of it, and he It is the first to bear the brunt.

He never thought of escaping, he was just caught off guard.

Harry put his glasses back on and blinked, only to find a person standing not far away.He was looking at him in horror, his snow-white pointed face like a white mask in the night.

They looked at each other, and Harry got up abruptly and walked towards him, but the man turned and ran, as if avoiding a monster.

After a few steps, Harry felt a throbbing pain in his abdomen. He might have a stroke. He gasped and shouted, "Malfoy!"

The man paused, but ran even faster.Harry didn't have the strength to chase anymore, so he sat down by the wall in anger, put his arms around his knees, and rested with his head down.

He knew that he was on the verge of losing control now, and there were countless complex emotions in his heart that he couldn't find a place to vent, and the best way was to calm down for a while and digest them all.

But the endless nostalgia, the regret of missing out, and the fear of being lost were tightly pressed in his heart, and Harry suddenly didn't want to suppress them like this.He's angry, he's in pain, he wants someone to reassure him, tell him that everything is fine, that he doesn't need to think too much - he wants someone who can understand his thoughts, all of them, without explanation... ...but he knew he didn't.

He still wants to walk slowly alone, even if there is a fog ahead, even if he doesn't know how many precious things he will lose in exchange for relief.

Harry sighed, and was about to get up when someone sat next to him, his school robes brushing his arms and itching slightly.

Harry turned his head, staring at him blankly.I don't know if it's because of the light, but Draco's side face looks more bloodless than before, with a strand of blond hair hanging down the bridge of his high nose.He was panting slightly, his chest was heaving, and the exposed white neck looked particularly alluring.

He turned his head to face Harry, there was still a trace of undisguised fear in his eyes, Harry looked at him for a while, a smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth, and his whole body relaxed.He suddenly hugged his shoulders and bit his neck.

"Pain! Potter!" Draco was suddenly attacked, startled and annoyed, and growled.But the other party found his lips, bumped into them directly, and demanded his breath without skill.Draco was caught off guard by him knocking him to the ground, and with a stabbing pain in the back of his head, he pushed his tongue back in vengeance, grabbed and sucked hard, all the while reaching inside his clothes to feel his hot skin.

This kiss started inexplicably, but it was difficult to stop, and the two were entangled together and inseparable.Most of Harry's trousers were ripped off by Draco, hanging on his knees, and Draco's tie was also thrown aside, and the collar of his shirt was in a mess, while he was sucking and biting his chin wantonly, and then Throat, collarbone, his hand reached in to stimulate the two points on his chest, Harry shivered slightly and flinched a little.

Draco had no intention of coming here, although there was no one in this place, but who knows if Filch will pass by suddenly.In fact, he was annoyed enough that he couldn't control his body and walked back to Harry just now, and he knew that now he had better hide away from Harry, so as to minimize the damage to him.

He tried the hypnotic mirror yesterday, and it worked surprisingly well, but the after-effects of it made him uncomfortable-he had a splitting headache all day today, felt like his heart was going to explode, and Always feel nauseous.

Draco couldn't imagine what stupid things he'd do to Harry once he used that thing, but he had no choice.He couldn't bear his father's expectant eyes, but he couldn't give up this hopeless love either.

"Potter, we can't be here." He tried to persuade him, but Harry seemed a little different today, he seemed to be longing for something, maybe it was emotional nourishment, maybe physical comfort... maybe just wanted To grab something.

The boy didn't answer, he still pressed on him and hugged him, with his arms around his waist.He started kissing him again, pulling at his clothes.Draco felt a little teased by him, bit his lip, and said with a smirk: "Potter, your enthusiasm today makes me think you have evil intentions."

Harry paused, gave him a blank look, straightened his upper body and began to straighten his clothes: "You have a rich imagination, Malfoy."

Draco stared at his exposed thighs, and when Harry was about to stand up and put on his trousers, he pressed his hand, and the other hand ambiguously stroked the soft skin inside his thighs: "Bo Te, you don't intend to run away after flirting, do you?"

Harry raised his eyebrows, even smiled, and shook off his hand vigorously: "Yeah, that's right."

After speaking, he quickly stood up and distanced himself from him, pulling up his pants.Draco picked up the tie that had been thrown away and refastened it. He walked up to Harry and took his hand.

"How was your... Christmas, Potter?" Draco asked after hesitating for a moment.Subconsciously, he also hopes that he can ask him back, because he is having a bad life.

"Um... not bad." Harry didn't say anything about Mr. Weasley's attack, nor did he tell him that he had just been taking an Occlumency course with Snape.These are the secrets of the Order of the Phoenix, and he cannot tell others.

A conversation that was originally quite warm ended so briefly.They were silent for a while, and a gust of cold wind brushed their foreheads, and Draco suddenly woke up.

What the hell is he doing?Trying to engage with this person in old patterns?Hurry up and wake up from the dream, stop doing these meaningless things, put away all your feelings, why you still haven't made any progress?

But when he lowered his head and met Harry's bright green pupils, his heart trembled again.Sure enough, if he only relied on his own words, he would never be able to do it... It was impossible to give up on him.

"I'm okay too." He forced a smile, found a reason and let go of his hand, turned around and left as if to run away.