[HP] The Elegance of the Night

Under Draco's horrified gaze, the blue-eyed boy's face was getting closer and closer to his lips.Harry's right hand was still on his lips, and the other hand strangled Draco's neck, forcing him to lift his jaw, fingers tightened more and more, as if to crush his neck before he was willing to do so.

"Let go..." Draco uttered the word with difficulty, he couldn't shake Harry's hand that was stuck on his neck, he could only dig into the back of Harry's hand hard with his nails, pulling out several bloodstains.

The blue-eyed boy suffered from pain, his pupils constricted violently, he pursed his lips tightly and let out a muffled grunt, the strength in his hands never retracted, but increased instead.

The back of his scratched hand soon overflowed with blood, but Harry acted as if he hadn't heard of it, but those green eyes were a little darker than before.

Draco changed tack, ignoring the force blocking his breath, and reached out to grab Harry's face with both hands.This time the other party quickly pulled his hands away from his face and neck, and clamped his arms instead.

Harry pressed them down hard, twisting compulsively behind Draco's back, because of this position, the two of them were pressed tightly together, so close that they could feel the touch of each other's skin rubbing against his own.

The skin of the blue-eyed boy is also smooth and fair, full of youthful vigor, and the outstanding appearance coupled with the magical eyes is very tempting to ordinary people.But Draco just felt sick.He moved the center of gravity of his body as far back as possible so that the two of them would no longer be too close.

Harry seemed to know what Draco was loathing, a pleasant smile appeared on his lips, he stared at Draco who was restrained by him emotionlessly, and pressed his face against him.

Draco turned his head to avoid it, but it didn't affect Harry too much. Harry clung to Draco's body again, restrained Draco's still struggling arm, and tilted his head to kiss Draco. Laco's lips.

For a split second, Draco's mind went blank.He closed his eyes tightly, his brows knit together in pain.But the kiss didn't fall - Harry hesitated when he was about to kiss Draco.He stared at the other party's light pink lips, his brows furrowed into a ball.

"I really can't see why Igil would kiss you." Harry said in disgust, he relaxed his hand, and there was a heart-wrenching pain in his eyes.

"Tell me, what is it about you that attracts him!" Harry looked at Draco, his downward vision was blocked by thick and dense soap bubbles.

"It's ridiculous!" Draco was shocked by Harry's gaze, and when he took advantage of Harry's slack, he broke free from the restraints and drifted back a few steps before stopping to breathe out.

"Igil and I are now recognized as a couple!" Draco's whole body was only his head above the water. He saw Harry's eyes flashing fiercely because of these words. Although he was still a little scared, he didn't back down. stared back.

"Igil is mine, and we love each other! I know what you're thinking, Potter, but you'll never get the chance!"

"Hehe..." Harry smiled lightly twice.His thick eyelashes trembled on the drooping lids, but he said nothing.

"Potter." Draco softened his voice. He knew he couldn't push the opponent too hard, otherwise something might happen. He was not as strong as the opponent, and he didn't have a wand in his hand. at a disadvantage.

"Malfoy," just when Draco was about to calm down this emotionally unstable rival with words, Harry had already raised his head, and shot Draco's bloodless face and the bloodless face in the bath with a chilling gaze. body of.

"Did you do it?" Harry asked.

For a moment, the only sound left in the bathroom was the sound of the mermaid slapping the water in the painting...

"It's none of your business!" Draco frowned, and he screamed as if someone had stepped on his tail, "You make me sick, Potter!"

"No, did you? I accidentally stepped on your sore spot, didn't you, Malfoy?" Harry's tone made Draco forget that he was weak, and he rushed in front of him angrily.

"Harry Potter, I pity you! You only dare to confess your cowardly feelings in front of me!"

It's unknown who made the first move, maybe it was Draco's punch to the corner of Harry's mouth, maybe Harry's elbow on Draco's stomach - they were almost at the same time.

In the prefect's bathroom in the middle of the night, two outstanding teenagers who represented Hogwarts in the Triwizard Tournament wrestled with each other, leaving scars on each other's bodies with their hands and feet. The door was pushed open suddenly.

"What are you doing?"

The sudden familiar voice made Draco's and Harry's bodies freeze at the same time. They let go of the arms that were wrestling with each other, and looked at the source of the voice in unison.

Yigil was standing by the misty bath, looking at the naked two entangled in the pool with cold eyes.Following the scent, the little green snake swam to the edge of the bath, as if feeling the master's anger, it suddenly transformed into a ferocious basilisk with a length of twenty feet.

"Igil, Potter, he's a madman!" Draco floated towards the edge of the pool under the gaze of two yellow eyes the size of light bulbs that contained great danger.

Without Igil's instructions, he didn't think that Basilisk would dare to hurt him with his death sight.If this basilisk has a memory, it should remember how many good things he has fed it in the past year or so.

"There are many obstacles!" Igil pointed his wand at Harry, and an invisible barrier blocked the blue-eyed boy's view, making him unable to see anything when he looked towards the edge of the pool.

Draco quickly climbed into the tub.

He hurriedly put on his dressing gown and didn't even bother to wipe off the water stains on his body. Draco had never shown so much skin in front of Igil. Normally, he would have blushed with embarrassment, but this time , his pale face was becoming less and less bloody.

It wasn't until Draco fastened the last button that Igil broke the spell cast on Harry.His eyes paused for a moment on the blood-red tooth marks on Harry's shoulder, and then he never looked at the blue-eyed boy who was leaking his love in the water.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Igil's eyes returned to Draco, although his tone was calm, his eyes were full of resentment.

"We...we were fighting just now." Draco lowered his head and said in a low voice, his platinum blonde hair was sticking to his cheeks wetly, dripping water constantly, he was embarrassed and pitiful.

Draco didn't say what Harry almost did to him just now, or what language Harry used to insult him, he couldn't say it, and he didn't want to say it.Harry's thoughts, Draco hoped that Igil would never know.

"Let's go, let's go back." Igil nodded.He didn't ask what happened on the spot, because it would embarrass everyone.

Ever since Igil understood his feelings for Draco, he noticed something that he didn't pay attention to before by analogy.For example, it's not that he doesn't know about Harry's thoughts, but he just doesn't want to say anything about it.

The temperature in January was not high, and even in the foggy bathroom, drops of cool water rolled down his platinum-blond hair, still made Draco shiver a few times.

Igil, who walked to the door, turned around and pointed at Draco with his wand.The platinum boy's ticking hair was immediately refreshed.

Draco, who was still anxious just now, stroked his dry hair and smiled.He quickly followed Igil's footsteps, his steps were brisk, and Baslisk also shrunk back to the size of the bracelet, hissing and crawling out of the bathroom with his master.

"Golden eggs." Igil stopped and reminded.Draco saw that he had only grasped the right hand of the hawthorn wand, and hurried back to pick up what he had forgotten.

While picking up the golden egg, Draco caught Harry out of the corner of his eye, and the blue-eyed boy was still submerged in the slowly cooling pool water, silently bowing his head.

Draco pretended not to see him, and left without even saying hello.He was thankful that Harry was a Gryffindor and not a Slytherin, even if he was not in a house, the sense of crisis this boy brought to him was already very strong.

Harry didn't dare to show his feelings in front of the Lord. This kind of worry about gains and losses was very similar to Draco back then.But the difference between them is that Igil responded to this feeling, Draco Malfoy was the winner of this feeling, and he, Harry Potter, was eliminated.

"Igil, we like each other, right?" Before leaving the bathroom, Draco shrank from the wind blowing in from the door, and pressed against Igil to keep warm.

Igil followed Draco's posture of turning his head, turned his face slightly, and saw the motionless Lion Court boy in the water.

"Well, yes." Igil replied softly, he understood Draco's thoughts somewhat, so although the answer was not heavy, it was very clear.

Without looking at Harry's reaction, Igil led Draco out of the prefect's bathroom. When the door of the bathroom closed again, the blue-eyed boy buried himself in the water, silently shaking his shoulders. It twitched, making circles of ripples on the calm water.

"Are you crying?" A very happy girl's voice suddenly sounded in the bathroom.Harry popped his head out of the water and took a deep breath of air.

"No!" He looked at the ghost floating in mid-air, denied it flatly, and then asked angrily, "Why are you here!"

"I often come here to watch the prefects take a bath," Myrtle seemed to believe him all of a sudden, covering her mouth and sniggering heartlessly, "but I usually hide myself so that they don't see it. Do you like it?" That Malfoy? I saw you two hugging each other naked."

"I don't like Malfoy, we're fighting!" Harry replied with a straight face. He had only been in contact with this ghost in the second grade, and he could see that she was a girl with no nerves in life.

"Then you like his lover, that's why you fought, didn't you?" Myrtle peeked into the bath, and Harry quickly gathered the foam next to him, blocking Myrtle's path. Peeping gaze.

Myrtle looked disappointed that she didn't see what she wanted to see, and she repeated the question, but Harry didn't answer her.

"You really like his lover?" Myrtle flew around in the air a few times, and plunged into the water. It took a while for her to emerge from the water, just like Harry, with only her head exposed. on the water.

"You like that Braque?" She smacked her lips contentedly, she saw everything she should see and what she shouldn't see.

"It's Blake!" Harry corrected with black lines all over his face. Feng Shui turned, and now he was being molested by a ghost.

"Don't be angry." Myrtle patted his chest. She was incorporeal, and Harry felt a chill when she touched it.

"Tell me, what do you like about him?" Myrtle asked curiously.

Her words silenced Harry again.

"He's excellent." Harry said slowly after coming over for a long time, "At Hogwarts, you can't find anyone who is better than his peers."

"It can be seen that he looks very good." Myrtle nodded approvingly, little stars appeared in her eyes.Harry gave her a sideways look, disdainful of her nympho image.

"And what else, what else?" Myrtle asked impatiently.

"He is very indifferent to people, and I always want him to look at me more, so that he can remember me." Harry answered her sullenly.

"No one in sight? That doesn't seem like an advantage." Myrtle said with a smile, and she floated into the air again, lying on her back with her chin in her hands, "Why do you want him to remember you? Isn't it a sense of accomplishment?"

"No!" Harry was very displeased with Myrtle's comment on his feelings, and he pouted to defend Igil, "He's not arrogant, he's just picky about his friends, but once you become his friend, he will Get his friendship and never leave him forever."

"Is there any more?" Myrtle twisted her ears and yawned boredly. "Many Slytherins are like this. What else do you like about him?" She asked uninterestedly.

"His father had a great influence on me." Harry's eyes flashed. If it wasn't for that person, he might still be living in the shadow of his aunt's family until now.

"What does that have to do with your liking him?" Myrtle giggled. "You spoke of his father differently. Do you like his father more?"

"Shut up! You are not allowed to slander him! He is the person I respect most..." Harry gasped heavily.He stared fiercely at the ghost floating in the air with a solemn expression.

"Okay... I won't talk..." Myrtle was frightened, she counted her fingers melancholy, tears streaming down from behind the thick lenses, "Can't you just make a joke? No one has been there for a long time willing to talk to me."

"No one like you will want to talk to you, turn your head away!" Harry grabbed the handrail and climbed into the bathtub.Myrtle's words touched him so much that he picked up the clothes scattered by the pool and put them on. When he turned around, Myrtle was peeking at him through her fingers.

"I don't think you really like him," Myrtle looked at Harry shyly, covering her cheeks. "You are so handsome and have a good figure. There must be many people who like you."

"Thank you." The corners of Harry's mouth twitched. He was crazy to talk so much to this poor-minded ghost.But after he finished speaking, he felt much better.

"Maybe you're right." Harry put on his dressing gown, picked up the golden egg and the map, and turned his head to look at the ghost.

"What?" Myrtle asked, blinking.

But Harry didn't answer her.