[HP] End of Death

"Death?...Why? Why do you think so?" Harry looked at him in disbelief, looking at his expression as if he wanted to knock his skull open to see what was inside, "Being killed every day like me None of the people you bully want to die, why do you want to die?"

His words made sense at first glance, and Draco wanted to laugh for some reason.He couldn't help but leaned over to steal a kiss on his lips, and touched the back of his neck.

"Oh, of course I won't tell you why, Harry." After all, it would be embarrassing to give such a ridiculous reason, and he bet Harry would just laugh at him for what he did.

"Get out of my bed if you don't say anything, Malfoy."

"I've said it, call me Draco." Draco's hand slid on his waist, Harry gave him a blank look, pulled the quilt and turned sideways: "Stop talking, I'm going to sleep."

The person behind sighed softly, and slowly pulled him into his arms, wrapping around his waist.Quiet, dark and vast, Harry could feel the heat rushing from his limbs inch by inch, licking softly all over his body.The hands clasped around his waist were like a tight lock, locking him firmly in his destiny, with no escape and nowhere to go.

Harry moved uneasily.

He understood that he was far from being so calm as he showed, in fact, his heart was burning like a fire, and the tongue of fire spread from his stomach to his throat, making his muscles convulse and tremble.He is afraid of death, and there is no one who is not afraid of death, but at this moment he found something that he is even more afraid of, that is, the death of the person behind him.

He wants to ask him why you can do this, why do you feel sorry for yourself like a victim after destroying everything, and die like you were abandoned by the whole world?Obviously I was the victim, and I was also the one who was abandoned... You are a bully, don't you all say that good people don't live long and cause trouble for thousands of years?You should live forever and live until the day I die before laughing at me, laughing at me being stupid, sad, asking for trouble... Isn't it supposed to be like this?

He thought in a daze, and slowly closed his eyes.I hope you live forever, Draco Malfoy.Whether it's cowardice, hypocrisy, or blatant bullying, you can only see hope if you live, and nothing exists when you die.

"Draco." He couldn't help but whispered.

"Ah."

"Don't do this kind of thing again."

"...Okay." The man seemed to chuckle, and the breath he exhaled sprayed on the side of his neck like a gust of squishy wind, "Harry, turn around."

"Huh?" The boy turned around in confusion, and Draco's hand on his waist moved up, clasping his head and kissing him.

After being sticky and entangled in the bed, most of Harry's clothes were torn off by him, and he blushed and growled to get him off, but Draco pulled his legs away and wrapped them around his waist, He bent down and looked at him sincerely: "Harry, I think we can stay up all night tonight."

"Get out of here, Draco!" Harry was furious, but the other party quickly covered his mouth with his hand: "Be careful of waking Madam Pomfrey, Harry. If we wake her up again— "

"So you get down!" Harry lowered his voice.

"I'll be gentle. You remember to cooperate with me, Harry," Draco said solemnly.

"Don't you dare, Draco, you - hurt! Will you ever -"

"You'll find out soon enough."

When he woke up the next morning, Harry was seriously deprived of sleep, and his whole body was so weak that his bones were falling apart.He squinted his eyes, brushed his teeth and washed his face, feeling as if someone was dangling around all the time, he thought it was Madam Pomfrey, so he didn't pay much attention.

Until he walked out of the school hospital in a daze, the figure was still following him. He turned his head to ask who he was, but the figure grabbed his hand and led him forward.

The hand holding him was cold and soft.Harry felt a sense of stability and peace for some reason.He followed him obediently, through snowy lawns and milky morning mist, through mistletoe and bushes.They stopped by the gatepost.

"Then you walk back by yourself, Harry," said the man.

"Who are you?" Harry asked quickly.

"Are you sleepy?" He turned his head and looked at him in surprise, "I'm Draco, do I have to kiss you to believe it?"

"No, you're not Draco. Draco just bullies me."

The man shook his hand and whispered, "You forgot, Draco will hold your hand too."

"Yeah, but...that Draco is dead."

Harry looked up, and he found that the eyes of the person in front of him were lowered, and the sockets were red.It seemed that he could no longer hide the violent ups and downs in his heart, and he pressed his shoulders with both hands and barely retracted them.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I'm sorry..." His voice was so soft, almost a murmur, that Harry could barely distinguish it.Before he could speak, the man turned and left, wiped his eyes vigorously, and disappeared into the castle.

I owe you so much.

At noon, when Draco returned to the dormitory, he found that everyone was sitting on their beds, waiting for him, as if they were waiting for his arrival.

He was not interested in asking their purpose, and climbed into his bed and drew the curtains to isolate the world.But as soon as he put down his schoolbag, there was a knock on the bedpost, and Blaise's voice came in: "Pull the curtains aside, Draco. Let's talk."

"I'm going to take a nap, Blaise. Let's talk about it later."

To Draco's surprise, Blaise readily agreed: "Okay, but just in case, I have to take some precautions."

He was thinking about what precautions he was going to take, when the bed curtain was pulled open suddenly, half of Blaise's body leaned in.He grabbed the hypnotic mirror that Draco had left on the bed last night and smashed it to the ground.

The crisp and ear-piercing shattering sound woke his brain like a hammer, and the bright fragments reflected his countless blank faces.He felt that something in his heart was also shattered, clear and bright.

"This is a unanimous decision made by Theodore and I..." Seeing Nott's terrified face and shaking hands, Blaise glared at him and changed his words, "Well, my decision alone... neither of us Hope to see this happen again, Draco."

"Using black magic artifacts is very dangerous." Seeing that Draco didn't seem to be angry, Nott added cautiously.

"And you have been using it continuously for more than three months." Blaise added, "I don't think the profiteer should have told you about its strong side effects, but you know it yourself."

"If you continue to use it, we are worried that your brain will go wrong—"

"You're the only one in your head, Nott," Draco said angrily.

"And we agreed—" Blaise glanced back, and Nott didn't wave his hand this time, "you should solve your problems yourself instead of relying on this kind of thing."

Draco stared at him for a moment, and the latter lifted his chin and met his gaze without showing weakness.Finally, he glanced at the debris on the ground and said coldly, "Losing money, Blaise. One hundred Galleons."

Blaise: "..."

"By the way, what happened yesterday... thank you." Draco said reluctantly as if he remembered something.

Blaise tentatively asked, "Then... less money?"

"Hmph, that's a beautiful idea."

In the end, Blaise and Nott managed to scrape together a hundred Galleons for him, and Draco collapsed on the bed after receiving the money.He casually threw the money bag aside, put his hands on his head, and looked at the top of his head in confusion.There was silence all around, but Harry's words kept echoing in his mind.

Everything you do is for yourself.

No, you are not Draco.

...that Draco was dead.

Yes, he was selfish and weak, humble and pitiful, he hurt him cruelly, but he couldn't let him go completely.Entangling, torturing, twisting, and beyond redemption, he transformed himself into this ugly form step by step.

And that person—even though he was hurt like this, still said to him:

"You are not allowed to do such a thing again."

In other words, I hope you live a good life.

Draco covered his eyes with one hand, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes caught the blurred light through the thin fingers.It was his only light, which could ignite the entire planet through a single crack.He reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth, and pulled the quilt over his face.

"For this sentence, I have to hold on with my life."

"I owe you so much, Harry. A lifetime of... more than enough."

He closes his eyes.The blood flowed, the mirror shattered, and the heart was at peace.It's time for him...to pay off his debts.