[HP] Return late

Harry was woken up by a strong hunger in his belly, and when he opened his eyes, he realized it was still early, because it was the first time during the summer vacation, he woke up and Draco still had his eyes closed.So close that he could see Slytherin's pale gold, slightly curled eyelashes without glasses.Harry held his breath, trying to resist the urge to trace the line of the other's cheek with his fingers.No matter from which angle you look at it, his Draco is exquisite, as beautiful as the sky-high priced dolls that are always displayed in the most high-end cabinets in the mall, so he can't help but want to hold it in his hand carefully, or It is hidden in the most secret place, and no one is allowed to peep.

Harry was not in a hurry to get up, but stared at Draco's face motionless, maybe he shouldn't pretend to be innocent and do nothing, but give him a hot good morning kiss, he wanted to be in that pale Leave your own mark on your skin.But thinking that the other party's feelings are not as strong as his own, in addition to the pain in the heart, there is also the forbearance that must be restrained.

Hermione said that he is a proud guy, but when facing Draco, to a certain extent, he is willing to let go of these things, but he is still at a loss for his love, and it is not Gryffindor's character to just be patient , he knew it was a hidden danger, but he couldn't eliminate it.Hermione also said that he and Draco were too similar in character, and stabbing each other was inevitable.Harry hated this sentence, he never thought there was any reason for him to give up this relationship, and if he was convinced, he would never let go.

He must have inherited the family's madness towards love, so he is so irrational, jealous of everyone who talks to Draco, everyone he sees, even Hermione and Ron, he has a kind of The urge to cast a curse.

He didn't feel like the lion painted on the college's badge, but a cold, vicious snake, curled up, motionless, waiting for the best moment.

There was a strange growl in his stomach, Harry didn't care, but moved himself closer to Draco lightly, Draco must have slept too soundly, even Harry slowly held him His cold hands did not appear to be disturbed in any way.

When he didn't know Hogwarts, Harry had read stories about knights and princesses in those fairy tale books torn by Dudley, and imagined that one day he would be able to hold a sharp sword and enter the forest. The castle of thorns, defeat the evil dragon, rescue the captive princess, and then live happily ever after.When he was 11 years old, he entered the ancient castle full of magic. There was no sharp sword, only a small and unreliable wand.There is no beautiful princess, only a little evil dragon with no fangs or sharp claws, the lethality is so low that even he, who entered the magic world for the first time, would not bother to bully him, but the other party did not tire of it once With a thump, it rushed up with its thin wings.

Then, before he knew it, the little guy who was still whistling with baby fat suddenly turned into a graceful dragon with wings spread.Harry had an unreal feeling, how could a boy who was 11 years old in the Forbidden Forest screaming and scared to abandon him to run away, how could he be strong enough to walk in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Without the sword and the princess, his foolish fantasies were realized. The little evil dragon that he thought was an enemy slowly transformed into a handsome and strong prince before his eyes.And he is willing to follow the knight loyally.

Harry stared fascinatedly at his sleeping lover, yes, he believed that his little prince was strong and would never be defeated, even though difficulties and failures came again and again.When he is confused, he can give support and exact direction.Harry is extremely grateful and loves this characteristic of Draco. If Draco had given up when he failed for the first time, after a few years, they would only become strangers who met and only felt familiar, maybe He won't even see each other again, and when he thinks of the other party by chance, he is just a guy who doesn't like him, who doesn't even bother to give hateful emotions, and his life no longer intersects.

Just thinking about such a horrible picture makes my chest shudder.

Sunlight came in through the gaps in the curtains, and from the angle of the light, Harry could clearly see the shallow, thin fluff on Draco's cheeks, which were plated with Gryffindor's gold, so cute that he jumped The idea of ​​going up and taking a few bites is just around the corner.

The empty stomach protested even more fiercely, Harry let go of Draco's warm hand, and gave up trying to find gills behind Draco's ear, and left the bed neatly.

He hated waking up early to fry bacon for the Dursleys, but he was willing to cook all the breakfasts he knew how to do for one person.

By the time the third piece of bacon had finished frying (the first two had been used to appease Harry's own poor stomach, just to make sure that the absence of glasses would not detract from his cooking), the beans cooking in the pot were giving off their due. The aroma, Harry skillfully poured these into the plate, maybe Draco has woken up, he thought.

"Good morning, boy." As he passed the living room, he heard a female voice with a Cockney accent greet him.

It was a siren. Harry squeezed the plate tightly. He actually forgot about the dangerous creature that broke into the tent last night. "Good morning, ma'am." He said slowly, trying to find the right words.

The siren looks more decent than yesterday, at least not naked anymore.She was draped in a long dark cloth, leaning on the sofa, Harry couldn't see the expression on her face, this vague and elusive tone made his stomach, which had just been filled, start to feel cold of creeping.

"Good boy, why don't you give me what you have, it smells delicious." Siren said peacefully.

Harry didn't want to be a gentleman in this situation, when the other party asked for what originally belonged to Draco, so he replied slyly: "Why not? But I have already used Draco's plate, maybe you can allow I'll go get another one for you."

The siren shook his head and said with a chuckle, "Boy, maybe your Draco won't need your breakfast, did he wake up when you came down?"

She is lying.

Draco ate very little at a time, but he would eat some.

These self-comforting thoughts couldn't deceive Harry's vague uneasiness, "What do you mean?" He heard his voice harden like a cold stone.

Siren didn't answer immediately, but walked up to him lightly, and stole the fried meat from his plate, "Thank you for the bacon, boy, it's delicious." She praised.

"Maybe we still have a lot of time to talk, because your Draco is in a nightmare and can't break free."

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Next time you go on a business trip, you must bring your books...

Almost never came back, the plane ran some distance on the runway, the engine failed...so I just got home