HP Dark Hero

?The arrival of Friday, announced the end of the week's work.

After Blaise Zabini finished his sixth grade Potions class, he was delayed for a while and returned to New Zealand late at night in England.Passing by Harry's bedroom with the textbooks, he overheard the bathroom being used.

Blaise was taken aback because Harry was usually out at this hour.

The time difference between New Zealand and the UK is exactly 12 hours, and day and night are reversed. Blaise, who is a teacher, naturally works during the daytime in the UK.So when he came back from his usual work, the first sunshine in New Zealand was just about to rise.Except for holidays, Blaise seldom sees the night sky or stars, and spends most of his activities and sleeps in the local mornings; while Harry is usually active in the late nights of the UK, just the opposite.

The two usually share a meal or two - if it's breakfast time for Blaise, it's Harry's dinner - after which one of them goes back to sleep while the other goes out to get busy.

In fact, the two spent even less time together than at Hogwarts, even though they were in different houses.

Blaise walked into Harry's bedroom, tapping his knuckles lightly on the bathroom door.

The sound in the bathroom stopped and Harry seemed to turn off the water.

"Good morning, Harry. I'm back."

There was a long silence behind the door.

"...Harry?"

"Good morning—good evening?"

Harry answered calmly.

"Welcome back, Blaise."

"Uh-yes, good night English." Blaise chuckled. "Morning bath? I just came back...maybe we should go together?"

"Sounds good, maybe I should agree." Through the door, Harry greeted vaguely. There was an amusing smile in Harry's answer, but the sound of water was coming from the bathroom again.

Hearing Harry's answer, Blaise looked at the bathroom door.

For a moment, the look in his eyes made people feel that he was only waiting for an opportunity. He would open the door and walk in at any time, just to see the people inside.

"By the way, I brought some food on the dining table." Harry added succinctly.

"…Oh, so you're back from work today?" Blaise asked back. "A temporary job during the day again?"

Harry responded vaguely.

Due to the distance and the sound of rushing water, Harry's voice sounded indistinct, and it was undoubtedly not the right time to start a conversation, so Blaise turned and went downstairs to look at the dinner table.

After Blaise put the food away, set the tableware, and even read a book leisurely for a while, Harry arrived late.

It was still a black shirt and trousers, except for the buttons on the collar, the rest were carefully buttoned, so tight that it was breathless.There were drops of water dripping spontaneously, and Harry's unconcerned appearance made Blaise unable to help pulling out his wand and pointing it at Harry. The black-haired young man's pupils constricted for a moment, but subconsciously suppressed his reaction, allowing Blaise to cast a quick-drying spell on him.

During the dining room, Harry looked calm and moved slowly, eating his meal with the correct posture that perfectly reflected Blaise's guidance back then, almost like an orthodox nobleman, which was quite different from the natural and casual way of eating in the past.

It had to be said that Blaise had hardly ever seen Harry eat like this.

He tilted his head, staring at Harry's movements inquisitively.

Harry glanced at the weird Blaise suspiciously while drinking the soup, and continued to eat at his leisure.

Suddenly, Blaise put down the cutlery and got up, and directly took Harry away from his position, the knife and fork that was in Harry's hand fell on the carpet with a muffled sound. In a daze, Harry moved a few steps staggeringly, and felt his shoulders being pinched and pressed down with gentle force, pushing him down on the fluffy and soft couch.

Harry hurriedly tried to get his balance, but it was only a small movement, which made him sink deeper and deeper into the sofa.The emerald green eyes widened in surprise, looking up at the cohabitant above in confusion through the lens.

"Blaise? What's wrong?" Harry asked confused.

Blaise didn't answer, staring at Harry silently.

His hands were firmly propped on Harry's sides, and his whole body was covered above Harry, domineeringly occupying all of Harry's vision and attention.

Harry didn't struggle.

Looking at the docile green-eyed young man, the purple pupils with slanted tails suddenly curled up with a smile.

"…Is there anything you want to say to me?" Blaise said softly.

"What do you mean—" Harry said.

A low, sexy laugh escaped Blaise's throat.He didn't answer, he directly reached into the hem of Harry's shirt, and his bony, hot palm pressed against Harry's slightly cool waist, rubbing upwards along the flexible curve of the young man's waist, which made Harry tremble slightly—it was painful.

In an instant, Harry grabbed Blaise's wrist and pulled him away. Blaise didn't resist, but followed Harry's rough movement and glanced at the little blood on his fingertips. Harry also saw the maroon blood stains on Blaise's hands, calmly grabbed Blaise's fingers, turned up his shirt cuffs and wiped them off slowly, then raised his eyebrows nonchalantly.

"I don't quite understand what you mean, Blaise," Harry replied.

Blaise sighed, looking resigned and resigned.

"I mean—you gotta admit, you're really bad at being kind to yourself."

He directly opened Harry's shirt, and the bandages were randomly tied on his slender waist. The poor bandaging technique caused half of the white bandages to be stained red, and it even felt a bit wet after bathing.

"I can't forgive you for thinking you can fool me with the techniques I've taught you, to cover up your unnatural movements. You shouldn't hide the fact that you're hurt," Blaise said with rare sternness.

"It was hit by a sheep." Harry said decisively.

"Yeah... another goat bump? I almost thought we had goats, not sheep."

Harry was noncommittal.

"I thought you knew that if you didn't want to tell me, I never asked why—but,"

Blaise cut off the second half of the sentence suddenly.

After a long silence, he said softly: "But, don't prevaricate with such stupid reasons on the premise that I know that your life may be in danger at any time."

Harry's gaze fell on the pendant that followed Blaise's leaning over pressure and slipped out of the neckline swinging between the two of them. He could see clearly that it was the green crystal.

Noticing Harry's small movement of avoiding his eyes, Blaise shrugged, and his tone returned to normal in a blink of an eye, "Since you always hang the 'work clothes' by the door, I don't think you deliberately hide your work? Anyway, you can't refuse to let me Help you re-bandage. Otherwise, I can only do it to the group of 'culprits' in the backyard—braised lamb breast? Roasted lamb shoulder with rosemary? Garlic lamb chops? Served with mint olive oil, appetizing and refreshing."

Harry laughed. "Well, it's perfect as a dinner menu, if you can pull it off."

Blaise once again failed in the difficult field of cooking.

Although Harry still didn't intend to say more, he quietly cooperated with Blaise's other requests.So Blaise carefully re-potted him - the spell that caused Harry's injury might have had an ingenious part, and the potion healed very poorly and had to be recuperated.He wrapped up the bandages, and even tied a fancy gift knot. After finishing everything, he said good night, and went to bed after a simple grooming. Blaise's sleep time is basically the daytime in New Zealand, when the sun is strong, and the dark curtains in his room are very thick, and the room is dark after wearing them, and no light can penetrate.

After Blaise lay down for a while, half asleep and half awake, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open a crack, and then closed without a sound in the blink of an eye.

The speed was like an illusion, if he hadn't noticed the blurred silhouette entering the room.

After a moment of silence, Blaise heard a familiar voice, hesitating and asking softly, "...Blaise?"

Blaise responded with a "hmm".

The other party did not respond for a long time.

Blaise was falling asleep when he finally heard the other person speak again.

"…uh, sorry, Blaise," Harry paused, sounding extremely nervous and a little embarrassed. "May I stay in your room for a while? It's fine on the floor, I mean, just for a while. I won't bother you, I promise."

Harry murmured, barely louder than the tip of a needle falling on the ground, but Blaise could still hear him clearly.

With a chuckle, he took the lead to move to the inside of the bed, patted the position he just moved out of, "Come on, seriously injured."

Then there was a series of silence for more than ten minutes.

There was no movement for a long time, and Blaise sleepily suspected that it was just his hallucination or a momentary dream.

After all, Harry had never set foot in his room, let alone made such a request.

But he still waited patiently.

After a long time, with the rustling sound of the fabric, the outer side of the bed sank slightly.For comfort, Blaise had at least two double beds in both of their rooms, but at the moment Harry seemed careful to just lie in the corner so as not to disturb Blaise; he took up no more space than a pet , it is estimated that most of the body is suspended outside.

Blaise lifted the covers straight away, and his body warmed the soft, warm fleece over Harry.

Harry hesitated for a moment, shifted his position slightly, and moved himself into the warm blanket, a little closer to Blaise.

The bed smelled of Blaise, but Harry felt familiar.He froze for a moment before remembering that he and Blaise were using the same body wash.

Blaise noticed Harry's stiff and uncomfortable movements and emotional embarrassment and embarrassment, and pictured in his mind the image of a black-haired young man buried in his bed with a reddened face, and the idea of ​​using fluorescent lights came to him spontaneously.

Unfortunately, it was obviously more important not to scare away the erratic Harry.

"Honey, what happened?" Blaise asked softly.

Harry sneered.

"It's been a while since I heard Blaise call me darling," Harry chuckled.

"I miss you a lot?" Blaise said with a smile, "I will remember to shout a few more times a day, so that you can clearly understand your place in my heart, dear."

"Yeah, I miss it so much."

Harry replied, and couldn't help laughing out loud, and it took a long time before he stopped laughing.

He finally loosened his limbs and settled into Blaise's fluffy feather pillow.

Harry let out a soft sigh.

"Everything makes me feel comfortable in this house. Why?" Harry murmured.

Blaise didn't mind, "Because this is our home."

…our home.

Harry was stunned for a moment and remained silent for a long time.

So long that Blaise thought Harry was fast asleep.He himself was about to fall asleep, too.

Drowsy, Blaise seemed to hear Harry whisper, "It's as dark as a cupboard in here. It was in the alley, too. Bad things always happen in those places. Is it because no matter where, there's no You, Blaise."

"Hmmm..." Blaise responded dreamily.

Then Harry whispered Blaise's name a few more times, and the wizard didn't respond, apparently falling asleep.

Seeing this, Harry carefully slid to Blaise's side, and sneaked up on the Slytherin, his fingertips that were covered in the blanket just caught a small corner of his nightgown, and Harry closed his eyes contentedly.

Breathing gradually slowed down, and Harry fell asleep wearily.

After a while, in the completely dark bedroom, someone opened his eyes, and the violet eyes were shining with tenderness.

"Good night, my dear Harry."

Blaise chuckled, avoiding the location of Harry's wound, and pulled him into his arms, interlocking his fingers, and fell asleep again.