[HP] Subversion - Destined

I opened my eyes, or rather I never fell asleep.I know when he wakes up and I know when he leaves.The crystal lamp above the head exudes a feeble light, the whole bed is cold, only the messy traces can tell how long ago the cloud and rain were.

I never went to sleep because I knew I would lose half my life when I woke up.But even if I didn't go to sleep, the brilliant platinum color had left, leaving the room that had never escaped the cold.

Today is his wedding, and another woman's wedding.Yesterday, under the catalysis of alcohol, I cried so wantonly in front of him for the first time, he let me tear him, eat him, enter him—maybe he shouted something, struggled something, but it was all blurred. Clearly, only the bone-biting climax and despair kept torturing my heart, making my breathing heavy.

From the beginning I understood that we have no future, only the past.He's a Malfoy, and I've always been clear about what that surname stands for and what it entails.When I finally achieved a position alongside him among the Death Eaters, all my hopes were dashed because of the surname Malfoy.I have nothing but the Lord's trust, not even an "I love you".

Malfoy is reserved, proud, and noble. He is cruel, unfeeling, and indifferent. He has never made any promises, but just a slightly raised lip and slightly raised eyebrows are enough to make me give up on him.

There is a tacit relationship between us. I don’t know who started it, and we don’t have any words. We hug, kiss, and make love, just for the moment of orgasm. The warmth of the mask faded away in that 1 minute.After the orgasm, there is emptiness, an endless emptiness, not knowing who I am, not knowing what to do, not knowing what is right and wrong, not knowing how long it can last... Then it is even more frantic to ask for what is not in the other party. The warmth that existed—repeatedly, endlessly.

Until today, I finally understand that no matter how tightly two snakes entangle each other, they can't warm each other's cold bodies.

I sat on the edge of the bed and watched the sun rise and set.Where I can't see, his wedding is still going on, he got his future, but I lost half of my life.

The Lord said that as long as Malfoy had an heir, he wouldn't interfere with our affections - so what?We can never go back to the past, ridiculous, what is emotion?Raising the wand in front of me, at this moment, I really wanted to rush to the wedding scene and give the groom an Avada, but in the end I did nothing. I knew that after today, I would never have the courage to stop.

In the end, I didn’t do anything. I sat down on the edge of the bed, watching the setting sun rise again. Today turned into yesterday, the surroundings were still cold and messy, and the clouds and rain could still be seen.

I devoted the remaining half of my life to my belief in the Dark Lord, so as to cover up his dodging figure, indifferent eyes, and the faint warmth that always belonged to his wife and his son.When he stood vigilantly and unobtrusively in front of his wife who was holding his son in her arms, it seemed that my undrawn magic wand could cause fatal damage to them at any time.I tried my best to suppress the trembling, and looked at the soft baby with an unchanged smile. It was another Malfoy: "Draco, a nice name." Then I turned and left.

It turned out that this was the only image I left in his eyes.I sighed, he knew me so well, as I knew him so well.Yes, I will not give up anything I desire, no matter how much time and energy it takes, I can afford it and wait.Lucius Malfoy, can you protect them for a while, can you protect them forever?When faith reaches the pinnacle of trust, as I wish, I still want you—I only want you!

In 1981, the Order of the Phoenix tricked the Lord with a prophecy, causing him to disappear under the curse of an infant - the so-called messiah.The Death Eaters suffered heavy injuries, some were arrested, some were betrayed. As a dark chess player, I watched these ugly gestures with cold eyes.

Lucius, you've become so weak because of your family, do you really think the myth of the Lord flying away from death is coming to an end?No, everything has just begun, our faith is only temporarily silenced, and one day the king will return, besides me, who can you count on to help you keep your position?your wife?Your son?When will you realize that I am the only one who can stand side by side with you till the end...

Fifteen years, the end of 15, standing on the tower of Hogwarts, I hold my wand tightly and look at the quiet and empty castle. Soon, this place will become a hell on earth, but it has nothing to do with me , At this time, there is only one figure left in my mind, the platinum figure, the figure that I have lost before I got it.Today, it's time to make a break, Lucius Malfoy - you will always be mine.

Using the Portkey to transfer to the Hogwarts Express, I led Harry Potter, the savior, and Severus Snape, the Death Eater who betrayed the Lord, to the tower according to the original plan. I knew Lucius would definitely Come—for the sake of his family, he had to betray the Lord, and once the betrayal was established, he would have no way out.

He is very careful, and even after I tried everything possible to help him gain the trust of the Order of the Phoenix, he still refused to fully trust me, but it doesn't matter, even so he is still my prey, and he must finally bow his noble head to me.

"Expelliarmus! (Delete your weapon)" knocked away the snake staff that symbolized Patriarch Malfoy, and I stepped out of the shadows with a sigh, "Finally, it's come to this point..."

"Gilderoy Lockhart." It's been a long time since I heard him call my name like that, and a corner of my heart softened.I silently sent the Lord's image to disappear, and finally started this feast that belongs to me.

Breaking off his snake stick, staring at the face I have been thinking about day and night, I finally won, but I didn't have the joy of victory. Maybe only he can see how fake the smile on my face is. But he stubbornly refused to look up at me even once.

The savior on the side obviously failed to recover from the transformation of my identity, and was still immersed in the beautiful fairy tales I created-a professor who silently paid attention to his students, and a professor who always stood up to help at the most critical moments. His mentor, a Slytherin who pretended to be an incompetent fool just to stay neutral - what a naive teenager!I sneered and destroyed those fantasies in his heart little by little, just like Lucius cut off the relationship between us step by step.

The expression on Harry Potter's face is not as painful as one-tenth of my original pain, yes, it's just the destruction of a person's image, how can it be worth the grief of broken feelings?Yes, I'm jealous of Harry Potter, and his love affair with Severus Snape, and I've watched their love sprout, grow, and develop into an intimacy that no one else can penetrate - I'm jealous , jealous that they have the love that Lucius and I will never have!

"Don't you love Lucius Malfoy?!" The savior's question made me excited, and I couldn't wait to share those plans that had been implemented with my dearest Lucius.

I forced Lucius to look me in the eye, I told him I loved him with my whole life; I told him I couldn't bear the presence of his wife and son; I told him the pain in my heart, I told him The anger I've been suppressing—then, I kiss him tenderly, like a kiss from a long, long time ago, when I was the only one for him, so long that the only one was just my wishful thinking—then he bit me and cut me Pull back from fantasy to reality.

Lifting off the mask of hatred, I peered into the despair in his eyes, he tried to think it was a nightmare, and I cruelly broke his extravagant hope.I allowed him to see clearly the murderous intent in my eyes, to tell the whole story of how he planned the death of his wife Narcissa and how he almost killed his son Draco.I know he was aware of it, he always knew I was going to get my hands on them sooner or later, but sadly he couldn't protect them, they shouldn't have existed in the first place.Lucius, Lucius, from the very beginning, you can only belong to me...

"I hate you!"

"I know, but I still love you, Lucius, with all my life."

Lucius, you know me, and I know you. I know that Malfoy values ​​his family the most. I know that no matter what I do, I can't bring you back. I know that you linked our vitality with a curse. I know that we There is no future, only the past - I know that even in the end, all I can get is this sentence "I hate you".But it's enough, since I can't be your only love, then let your hate be only for me forever...

I'm sorry, Lucius, I was very greedy, I finally caught you, I don't want to let you go, do you understand?Because I love you: "Avada Kedavra."

I closed my eyes, leaving the last touch of platinum in my eyes, unprecedented relief and exhaustion swept over me, my heart fell, fell, until it stopped beating...

It turns out that death is white, and only he and I are left in the whole world. I saw him standing in front of me smiling at me, his thin lips parted and closed: "Gilderoy (Gilderoy)." He said.

I stretched out my hand, as if touching his hair, silky and long, and then getting farther and farther away, I chased after him...

When I met you, every breath was filled with irresistible love. I watched with bated breath, watching the platinum gold that belonged to you jumping and flickering in a place that I couldn't touch, and it was coldly reflected on the parchment. Chasing them with a quill pen, hooking out one gorgeous flower body after another like chains, winding and binding round after round, I thought of using this to restrain you, who I can never catch, as if I saw you leaning on the Beside my table, looking at my more and more crazy fonts, you laughed at Gildero lightly, I think paper and pen are your lover who will never be replaced by anyone, let me open my mouth, before I have time to speak, yours The figure has gone away silently, leaving me sitting at the desk alone to resist a season of extravagant loneliness and swallow 15 years of desolation alone. Every stroke, every stroke, is continuing to write another night of death. When I met you, time finally stopped breathing, the silence of the grave You said, you hate me I said, I'm sorry, I love you——by: Gilderoy Lockhart