HP Dark Hero

?Harry gradually woke up amidst the warmth all over his body. He vaguely felt a pair of slender and powerful hands running through his hair, caressing them gently with five fingers.The headache that had been looming and irritating him for months seemed to have subsided a lot under this gentle comfort.

He didn't realize that he turned his head and gently pressed against the heat source beside him.The other party's temperature and breath made Harry a little familiar, probably like being stalked and approached repeatedly, with acquiescence that he didn't even notice, and finally got used to the other party's intimacy.He relaxed and basked in the satiating warmth of the moment.

……

Harry's eyes widened suddenly and he almost jumped up.

'...Damn...other people's body temperature? ! 'Thinking of this, Harry had a strong aversion to the cold, his whole body tensed up, and the hairs all over his body exploded. He became sober in an instant, and at the same time, he pushed the opponent away and threw the petrification spell from a tricky angle.

The other party seemed to have expected these reactions long ago, and the Iron Armor Curse prepared in advance just happened to resist the sudden attack, and even easily pulled Harry back into his arms who had almost hit the ground.

And that petrification spell didn't even shake the opponent's defensive spell!

Due to poor physical condition, the strength of the spell was greatly reduced. At this moment, Harry Potter's self-protection ability was unprecedentedly low, so that he was easily restrained by others.

Harry stared blankly at his hands for a moment, with a strange expression on his face.

The other party patted him on the back reassuringly.

"You were injured, rest for a while, huh?"

Turning his head to look fixedly at the smiling boy, Harry blinked slowly.

The blood loss and the weird heaviness made Harry's reactions slow and his thoughts extremely sluggish.He looked at the other person's deep and three-dimensional facial features, and it took him a long time to come up with a word in his mind: It's Blaise Zabini.

Harry thought about it, and considering that he was indeed feeling exhausted right now, he simply adjusted his posture and tucked into Blaise's arms obediently—since someone volunteered to be a pillow, it was actually very comfortable, so it's better to take it easy and accept it.

'Besides, what else can I be polite to this guy? ’ thought Harry deadpan, languidly stretched out, only missing sunglasses and coconut milk by the hand.

Blaise seemed taken aback by Harry's rare meekness, like forcibly hugging an adult black panther, holding its breath for a possible counterattack at any moment, while the leopard rested harmlessly on its shoulder, squinting like a big cat.

Given a rare opportunity, Blaise continued to caress Harry again, not showing the slightest bit on the surface, but he was very satisfied from the bottom of his heart.

Harry raised his head lazily, looking up in a daze, and saw layers of tall and heavy bookcases, only to belatedly realize that they were still in the library.

Stretching out his hand to touch his forehead, there was only a shallow scab left at the place where he was injured just now, and it felt a little uneven to the touch.

It is estimated that the wound is not deep, but there is a little more blood flow, which does not look serious.The healed scar was a little itchy, and Harry couldn't help touching it a few more times. Blaise's right hand deftly clasped Harry's fingertips and pulled them away, his callused thumbs caressing Harry's soft palm.

A very intimate gesture.

Harry closed his eyes.

The memory before the fall slowly gathers together.Questions that had been overlooked by the other party's too natural attitude came to mind, and Harry opened his mouth, asking vaguely, "...Blaise? Why are you here...I mean, where is Draco?"

Blaise tightened his grip suddenly.

The gloom in his eyes was fleeting, and the purple eyes, which usually looked gentle and affectionate, gushed out a little bit of darkness and twisted like a whirlpool, but there was a cold self-mockery on his face.

"Harry... did you mistook me for Draco..." He buried his face into the black-haired wizard's neck, and said in a muffled voice, contrary to his expression, his tone was exaggeratedly wronged, "Where I don't know, you Familiar enough to exchange Christian names?"

The back of his hand was suddenly lightly touched by a cool touch, and Blaise was taken aback for a moment before he noticed that Harry's fingertips were already red and white. Harry didn't cry out or withdraw his hand, but quietly put his cold fingertips on the back of his hand gently.

Blaise lowered his head, staring at the boyish black-haired wizard in his arms, an indescribable emotion prompted him to bend down slightly, and kissed lightly on the back of the other's hand.

"...Blaise?" Harry whispered half asleep, seemingly unaware of the other's little gesture.

"I didn't see Draco Malfoy..." Blaise replied, then tightened his arms and burrowed into Harry's arms, his tone innocent and pitiful, "Darling, don't ask about other men in my arms...It hurts."

"...What?" Harry was deeply baffled, and had no interest in asking further, and instead asked, "By the way, Blaise... so you know healing spells?"

"Not really?" Blaise smiled, tilting his head curiously.

Watching Blaise's reaction, Harry suddenly remembered something else: "You taught me some little spells, some of them Malfoy's magic."

"Is it?"

Harry didn't try to find the answer, or why the truth didn't matter anymore, so he hung his head, gathered all his thoughts, and played with the thin ring on his wrist.

After a while, Harry raised his eyes to look directly at Blaise, with a serious expression on his face, and slowly opened his mouth to say something. The strange sense of loss of strength that happened several times tonight swept over violently. Harry frivolously tousled his black hair and gritted his teeth: "I'm sorry. , I will rest for a while..."

Harry paused abruptly, then fell wearily on Blaise's shoulder, falling asleep without warning.

Blaise Zabini wasn't surprised at all, showing an eerie calm.He lightly touched the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead, silently moved him aside, and gently let him lean against the bookcase.

But suddenly he sneered, and whispered mockingly to himself: "Why bother?──You know he won't wake up."

Blaise checked the time with a flick of the air, then double-checked to see if there were any signs of breaking into the library, just to make sure.

Before leading Harry away, Blaise grabbed the cloak of invisibility to cover the two of them, raised his eyebrows, put the cloak into Harry's robe pocket, and cast a levitating spell on the latter.

Immediately afterwards, he picked Harry up neatly and strode away.

As dawn was about to break, Blaise slipped back to the cellar through some trick that was an open secret among Slytherins, and pushed open the door, just in time to see his roommate lighting a tiny candle, bowing his head and writing something.

The platinum-haired young wizard turned sideways, and nodded politely and coldly: "Blaise. Potter back?"

Blaise Zabini replied softly, and his calm, emotionless gaze swept over Draco Malfoy, who saw blood stains on the chest of his white shirt, and dark stains on his robe, which was casually hung on the back of the chair.

Draco followed his best friend's gaze and lowered his head, only to realize that his clothes were not as perfect as before.He got up and changed into an outfit, and without hesitation he waved his wand and discarded the blood-stained clothes and disappeared.

"I didn't expect a Malfoy to forget to keep himself tidy because he was so anxious to heal that little flesh wound - amazing." Blaise sighed in surprise.

Draco wasn't even interested in throwing a blank stare at his best friend, who was always so unhealthy, and went back to the table to continue writing on the parchment.

Blaise looked at Draco's back, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "...Is he the...'thing' you're going to find..."

Blaise hadn't known what it was that Draco was looking for rather than risk being caught on a night walk.

Draco pulled him to help, but only said it was 'something out of the ordinary', and Blaise couldn't do anything about Draco's silence, so he could only wander around and try his luck.

Until today, seeing that the time was past midnight, he followed Draco's departure direction and planned to meet up and return, but he saw Draco treating the comatose Harry Potter in his arms with a focused expression and a trace of panic in the first area.

"It has nothing to do with you." Draco replied indifferently.

Blaise didn't laugh it off as usual, instead he mocked half-truthfully: "Yeah, of course it has nothing to do with me. If Harry Potter is the savior that the entire wizarding world pays attention to, you are his enemy and friend. Exactly. ─ Blaise Zabini, not even a supporting role.”

If Harry Potter's astonishing good luck and legendary fate are like the protagonist of the story, then Draco Malfoy must also be favored by the writer, leading him to meet Harry Potter by chance many times.

And he is destined to come one step later.

The wizard with a very exotic appearance said so, noticed Draco's astonished gaze, changed his tone, and changed it to a friendly tease among friends, "Pay attention to Harry Potter's movements, and provide assistance secretly... Or, I can think--you see On Potter, Dragon?"

Blaise threw the previous sentence back at the other party.

"Blaise, what are you crazy about? Do you really like Scarhead?" Draco asked suspiciously, compared to his best friend who had always been extremely lazy and only spent time and energy on women, he was more hesitant about whether he was really serious. I could hear a bit of bitterness from these words just now.

Slytherin friendships are rare, but enduring and sincere.He had been friends with Blaise for many years, and it never occurred to him that Blaise might argue with him because of this-Slytherin would not use 'argument' to solve problems.

Obviously, the other party also noticed that his mentality was out of balance, and he grinned and made a strange expression.

"I'm sorry, something...is worrying and affected." Blaise sighed a long time, "Also...I didn't see Potter."

"I know, it's just a joke..." Slytherin playboy Zabini has a crush on a man?That's horrible.

"I like Harry."

"Sorry, forgive me, what's the difference?" Draco smirked, taking it all as a joke, and pulled Blaise, who had been leaning in the shadows since he entered the door, to sit down in front of him.

However, after seeing Blaise's expression, Draco frowned, cast a sound-proof spell, looked at the other person and shook his head slightly: "Are you serious?—You don't even know who you like."

Blaise raised his eyebrows in silence, waiting for Draco to collect his thoughts.

"I mean," Draco said with a stern look, "this man, he, isn't really Harry Potter."

"........."

"...the last few provocations, it's obvious that I did it on purpose. Although the recent reaction seems to be that of the real Potter, the initial behavior of the pretender is... full of loopholes."

"...that's all?" Blaise questioned, "I mean, the savior is stressed out or something..."

Draco realized that Blaise was implying that he had more information, and didn't hide much: "Zabini is a neutral family, you may not know..." He lowered his voice, "—some people, get clarification from 'the Lord' Instructions: Harry Potter is no longer a threat, 'that' is Dumbledore's fake knockoff."

They naturally know what this refers to.

"...how can he be so sure?"

Draco shook his head slowly, didn't answer, just sighed in a low voice: "It may not be appropriate to ask you to watch that Harry Potter secretly. But no matter what they are planning, my position can only disturb them by finding fault ..."

Blaise chuckled, almost whispering, "Always. Like it's all yours…"

"what?"

"I mean—willing to help you."

Draco hesitated for a moment, considering Blaise's performance over the past few months, he still decided to cross the line and interfere in the other party's private sphere: "Blaise, this may be a rare and curious target for you, but the savior is not something that can be included in the collection book Object. Or, you will risk your life to try something new."

"I know." Blaise leaned lazily on the back of the chair, waved his hand casually, every move was extremely light, with a smile on his slightly upturned eyes: "Besides, I didn't take this mission to help my friend Draco Malfoy, Just because—he's Harry."

"You put Harry in my hands, this time, I won't let go."

"He's not Scarhead Potter…you really get it?" Draco's head ached.

Saying so, Draco's hand, which was hidden under the table, slowly tightened into a fist.

He might... know who this wizard masquerading as a messiah is.

After the too blunt conversation, the two thought about each other and remained silent. In the end, Draco picked up the letter and got up first. He planned to hurry to the owl house before breakfast.

"By the way, Draco," Blaise said suddenly, "Maybe Dean Snape knows about your time in the library tonight."

"—what?!" Draco turned up the volume.

Blaise recalled that when he was walking towards the Hogwarts library, he caught a glimpse of Severus Snape who seemed to be watching the night. The other party's footsteps were hurried, his face was gloomy, and he was immersed in some kind of thought. Blaise was able to avoid it dangerously and passed by. .

"Well—look at the direction, yes, he must have passed the library."

"Professor Snape..." Draco thought, "If he didn't catch me and Potter on the spot, maybe he didn't...?"

Blaise spread his hands gloatingly. Draco smiled wryly and declined to comment.