[HP] End of Death

Harry took a step back, resting his legs on the edge of the bed.Draco's eyes dimmed for a moment, he smiled wryly, pulled up the quilt with one hand, and leaned against the wall.

His posture was somewhat decadent, like a patient who had lost his desire to survive.The association startled Harry, who hesitated for a moment, then slowly approached him and stood beside him.

Harry was about to speak, but Draco suddenly lowered his head, straightened up, put his arms around his neck and kissed him.

His lips were cool, as if covered with moonlight.Harry was stunned for a second before reacting and wanted to push him away. Draco bit his lower lip and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move... just let me kiss for a while..."

Harry really hated his own soft-heartedness at this moment.He had clearly decided to harden his heart towards him before, but when the other party showed weakness, there was nothing he could do about him.

The tip of his tongue stuck into his mouth and stirred wantonly, saliva trickling down the cracks of his lips.Harry was already sitting on Draco's hospital bed, his legs across his lap, his neck tightly held.The opponent's other hand unbuttoned his shirt and reached in to caress his hot body.

Harry didn't dare resist him, he was afraid of touching his wounded hand.His intermittent rubbing made his chest, which was already faintly hot from the medicine, more sensitive and unbearable, and Harry couldn't help but moaned, begging: "Don't do it, Malfoy...please... "

Draco bit his neck lightly, looking down at his body.He reached out to take off Harry's shirt, but the latter stopped him quickly, explaining, "I'm not touching you, I'm just looking."

Harry was still guarding his clothes vigilantly: "What are you looking at? What's there to see?"

Draco stared at him for a long time, reached out and touched his shoulder, and said softly, "Does it hurt?"

Harry was startled, and it took him a long time to understand what he meant, but he didn't know what tone to use to answer.

"What do you think?" He said viciously, "Who do you think hurt me?"

"Is this the place that hurts the most, Potter?" Draco didn't answer his question, and pressed the back of his hand to his chest, "This is the hottest place."

"Don't touch—hey!" Harry held his hand, but the man held him closer with the other arm, buried his head and sucked on his chest, Harry's body tensed instantly , blushing to the point of oozing blood.

"Malfoy!" He bit his lip, "What the hell are you trying to—"

"Take it easy, Potter, and be careful not to wake Madam Pomfrey." Draco advised in a low voice, and he began to tug on Harry's shirt again. In fact, he had already succeeded in half, and there were only two buttons left on the shirt. Spreading out, one side of the clothes slipped off, exposing the white shoulders in the cold air, Harry couldn't help shivering.

"Just let me check, Potter..." He pressed one of Harry's hands, deliberately using the gauze-bound hand to remove his shirt - he seemed to know he wouldn't stop his wounded hand .

"Madame Pomfrey has checked it out, I don't need your hypocritical sympathy...stop me now...!" Harry gritted his teeth and tried to avoid his touch, although the other party seemed to be really just checking his wound, But he still found it odd.

His fingers moved lightly across his body, and the contact made Harry feel his whole body itch and his heart throb.

He was destroying the city wall he had built inch by inch, he thought, he was always like this, he seemed to feel that as long as he was given a candy, he would chase after him regardless of the past...how could it be possible.

Draco looked at the body that had been severely beaten by his two followers a few hours ago under the dim moonlight. The wounds were not obvious, maybe they had healed.

The boy turned his face away from him, he could see his flushed cheeks, and the cuteness of his reaction kept fascinating him.Draco knew he'd always had what it took to knock him back across the board.

He only needs to get a little closer, even without touching, and his whole body will move with him involuntarily.Draco looked down, and when he tried to take off Harry's pants, he was resisted as expected.

"Malfoy—"

"Easy, Potter."

"Enough!" he growled, opening one of his hands. "Do you think—do you think there's any point in doing this? Do you think I'll forgive you for doing this?"

Draco shuddered as he said this, pain appeared on his face.Harry tried to ignore it.

"It doesn't make sense, Potter." He brushed back the hair that fell to his forehead, and whispered, "Probably just to make myself feel better."

"Yeah, what you do is for yourself, Malfoy." Harry smiled, a little tired.

"...I know I'm mean." Draco took a deep breath, and he felt that it was painful to breathe now, "Even if this is the case... Even if this is the case, I still..."

Harry looked at him incredulously, and he saw the boy clenched his hands and trembled.It seemed that because of too much force, the gauze wrapped around his left hand began to ooze blood. Harry was so frightened that he quickly grabbed his left hand: "Draco!"

The boy woke up like a dream, and let go of his fist, but the blood still flowed out like it couldn't stop, Harry jumped out of bed and wanted to call Madam Pomfrey, but Draco held him back.

"Let go, I'll go find Madam Pomfrey—"

"What did you call me, Potter?" he asked softly.

Harry stared at him, since when had he cared about this?

"you--"

"Scream again." He said stubbornly, Harry couldn't shake his hand away, and was afraid that his actions would make his injury worse, so he said angrily, "Draco, you're never finished!"

Draco let him go graciously, and he laughed self-deprecatingly as he watched him disappear through the door.

Madam Pomfrey arrived soon after pulling on her slippers, her temper was even more irritable than before, obviously dissatisfied that they interrupted her sweet dreams.

"I told you not to move around, Malfoy! You bastards don't take my words to heart..." Madam Pomfrey removed the gauze, and reapplied the medicine to stop the bleeding.Harry glanced at the wound on Draco's wrist, the crimson nick was sunken in, bloody and terrifying.He didn't dare to think how hard he had hurt himself like this, but he still wanted to ask why?

Madam Pomfrey muttered to re-bandage Draco, and after sternly exhorting him again and again, she pulled Harry over to check again, and scolded him by the way: "You two What do you want to do if you stay up so late? Potter, you too, you are already a patient, can you be more peaceful?"

The two boys were so reprimanded by her that they couldn't lift their heads and looked at each other.

"Madam Pomfrey talks so much nonsense, she told us not to sleep." Draco lowered his voice and said, but unexpectedly, this sentence was heard by the sharp-eared Madam Pomfrey. She was furious and reprimanded gave them 10 minutes.

When the door to the ward closed, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, rolled his eyes at Draco, and crawled back into his bed.He was about to pull the covers back when he felt the mattress sink and Draco sat up and slipped his legs under the covers.

"Malfoy!"

"Call me Draco." Draco said lazily, and naturally pulled up his collar to watch the part where Madam Pomfrey reapplied the medicine. Harry really wanted to ask him how he did it so naturally.

"It doesn't matter, Malfoy." He pulled the collar back from his hand, but the other's hand reached under the bed, stroking his thigh through his trousers.

"It's very important, Harry. Also, you should take your trousers off when you go to bed."

"None of your business!" Harry said angrily, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "What's the matter with your hand?"

Draco paused, and slowly raised his right hand, the wrapped white gauze made his skin paler.

"In the toilet, it's tiled." He said casually, "If you want to see it, I can take it apart—"

"Don't move around!" Harry quickly stopped him, looked at him with a frown, and moved his lips hesitantly, "...Why did you... do this? You are..." He wanted to say that you were crazy , but still did not ask the exit.He really didn't know why he became like this.

"Yes, indeed. At that moment, I did think of... death." Draco looked at his wrist and closed his eyes, "But I was still scared."

What are you afraid of?He asked himself, is he afraid of his father's disappointment, or the gossip after death?No, none of this has anything to do with him who died... Maybe he is afraid of something deeper, like the stars between the gears, the sea between his fingers, the fields on his shoulders... that kind of thing.

In fact, his death is not a big deal, the world is still turning, Voldemort is still expanding his power, and the Ministry of Magic is still refusing to admit it... Pansy can go find the next person to spend Valentine's Day with her, and Crabbe and Goyle are still the same. Childish jokes, Weasley still can't hold the ball, Granger still knows it all, Harry...

Ah, Harry.He might feel sorry for himself and forget about him completely.

The real saddest thing should be his father and mother, how high their expectations for him are... how sad it will be at this time.

But that's all he's thinking about right now, not when he's slicing his wrist with tile shards.At that time, there was only one thought in his mind.

——Anyone can save me, let me disappear.