The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry couldn't remember where he had seen Tom, and decided to put aside the strange sense of déjà vu.Because the latter had already stood in front of him.

From this distance, you can see more clearly. Tom's wet black hair is slowly condensing water droplets, looking down at him with deep and dull eyes, the white skin under his eyes is slightly blue, and he obviously lacks sleep.

The question choked in his throat dissipated.The pleasantries, apprehension and anticipation that were full of stomachs also quieted down.

"You need to rest, Tom," said Harry softly.

The dark eyes flickered slightly, flickering into Harry's eyes.

Tom didn't say anything, just reached out and wrapped him in his arms.

The aroma of shower gel mixed with moist water vapor.

Through a thin layer of shirt, a faint coolness spread from the close skin, making Harry feel hot in his palms.

He missed every inch of being with Tom.

It is always ironed silently, and it is full of inexplicable tension.

They hugged each other quietly for a while.

Tom felt the beauty of all the little pains gradually relieving, and the end of the long torture made it hard to let go of his hands.He has never had anything to do with laziness, but at this moment his body is as heavy as not being able to control it.

The savior has his own soul, and the young life interacts with that soul, releasing the power to nourish the soul.When they are in close contact, that power heals more than any magic.

Like never before, a very different force—

In terms of feeling, it can almost be called gentle.

——The kind of "gentleness" swept away the soul, the bones and flesh, and carefully bonded all the painful scars.

Even the Dark Lord can hardly resist it.

He can't let go, even if it will become more and more strange, even arousing the suspicion of the savior.But all that, long-lasting, lingering, pain dissipated.

If Harry didn't resist, he refused to let go.

Harry was indeed starting to wonder.

He stretched out his arms for the second half of the hug, but Tom's arms didn't move, and even when Harry began to feel suffocated and let go slightly, those arms didn't let go at all.

The feeling of being needed made him continue to endure, but his posture became more and more rigid, and finally he couldn't help twisting his body.

With a second twist, Tom let go.Whether it was an illusion or not, Harry felt his faint reluctance.

Harry observed his expression carefully: "...what's wrong?"

Tom shook his head slightly, looking uneasy. He wiped his hair with a towel in one hand, and walked towards the sofa with his long legs.

As they sat together, Harry had a bunch of questions to ask, but Tom looked so tired that he pressed them silently and whispered some funny stories about the school.

In fact, there is nothing interesting. In the last time before the OWLs exam, everyone's life is occupied by the review plan.But Harry was still able to tease out funny little things like Ron getting stomped in the face by Crookshanks out of nowhere.

It was all childish and naughty little jokes between some students, and Tom listened quietly, responding occasionally, and Harry thought he would be bored.But when I peeked sideways, I found him leaning against the sofa with a slight curvature at the corner of his mouth.

Harry was encouraged, and the conversation became more intense, until he accidentally mentioned that Ron didn't like all kinds of things about Ginny's new boyfriend, and then shut up in surprise.

In light of his previous date, Harry thought it best not to mention Cho and Ginny.He had already made it clear to Qiu, but in order not to arouse Tom's resentment, Harry deliberately avoided the matter of Qiu, but he did not expect to be negligent about Ginny.I hope Tom doesn't remember her name, after all it was only mentioned by accident last time.

Harry prayed silently for a moment, then felt something was wrong.Tom didn't respond at all, and thinking about it carefully, he seemed to have been silent for a long time.

"...Tom?" While he turned his head to check, someone gently leaned on his shoulder.

Harry froze, trying to twist his neck, Tom's head was resting on his shoulder, the towel was crookedly covering his hair, and the sound of even breathing was long and quiet.

At this moment, my heart was so soft that it was a mess.

Harry kept his upper body still, slowly raised his hand to grab the towel, and gently wiped his hair.

From this angle, one can see the long eyelashes, which occasionally tremble slightly in the breath, delicate and weak, completely different from those breathtaking eyes when they are open, Tom's sleeping face looks harmless and clean.

Harry unconsciously changed his posture, his arms supported Tom's body, and his face was getting closer and closer to him.That moment came naturally, without even any thoughts in my mind, just a pure desire to get close.

He moved closer to those lips and kissed them lightly.When his lips touched, he closed his eyes, not daring to see Tom's face when he woke up.But after touching and leaving, I found that he was still sleeping, and I couldn't help but feel evil, so I kissed him again.

Harry would have gone a little deeper if Tom hadn't been asleep.To prevent really waking Tom, in the end he can only taste the end.For a while, he sat with blank eyes, reminiscing about what happened just now, both excited and ashamed, his fair skin blushed belatedly.

Harry came back to himself, a little uncomfortable with the dampness on his shoulders.Tom's hair was still wet as a matter of course after the two men brushed it back and forth perfunctorily.

Harry hesitated for a while, then quietly took out the holly wand, and said a drying spell in a very low voice.Then quickly put it away and hide it like a thief.

The short black hair dried by magic became fluffy and soft again. Under the cover of the hair, Tom's ears moved slightly.

Harry didn't notice, but was secretly glad Tom hadn't woken up during the spell.He quietly made a human pillow for a while, and a new idea came to his head.

He could make something to eat while Tom woke up hungry.The last time they had to rely on the restaurant for three meals a day, Harry didn't think that was very healthy.

But he moved a little, feeling the weight against him, a little distressed... If Tom had been a girl, he would have carried him upstairs to the bedroom for a good night's sleep.But the weight of a grown man—even if he looked thin—was really beyond the reach of an ordinary girl, especially since the bedroom was on the second floor, and Harry wasn't sure he could really go through the process smoothly.

It's not impossible to borrow magic, but you have to hold the wand all the time... the risk is much greater than drying your hair quickly.

After much deliberation, he carefully laid Tom flat on the sofa. Fortunately, the couch was very spacious, and without the pillows, it was comparable to a small single bed.

Taking one last look at Tom's sleeping face, Harry tiptoed away to search for ingredients in the kitchen.

At this time, Tom, who had been sleeping peacefully, opened his eyes silently.The deep pupils turned slightly, revealing a dull scarlet.

He was indeed so sleepy that he couldn't bear it, and the comfort of contact with Harry made him feel comfortable, and he couldn't resist falling asleep, but the vigilance engraved in his bones maintained the last sliver of sobriety.

He sensed Harry's drying spell, felt his breath coming closer, the pure, light kiss on his lips, and the final departure.

The alarm in the brain sometimes sounded and sometimes went silent, the consciousness was half blurred and half awake, and the mood fluctuated with the actions of the savior, like being in a dream that hadn't appeared for a long time.

He had no time to distinguish those emotions that were too small, and only tried to speculate on the intention of the savior to leave.Even if he was exhausted and couldn't really fall asleep, the boy who survived was by his side, and his wand was in his pocket, ready to be taken out to attack him at any time.

But he has no reason to do so at the moment...

That is conditional.He didn't forget the little incantation he used to test the magic power not long ago.After that, he would clear all traces of magic power from his body in advance every time, but this could not guarantee that the savior would not come up with the next trick out of the blue.

There was the faint sound of cracking eggs in the kitchen, followed by the sizzling of a frying pan.

The blood color rose and fell in the depths of the pupils, and gradually faded away.

He knew the savior's intentions.

Maybe I can relax for a while... for a while...

Those dark eyes seemed to be caressed by invisible hands, and they closed heavily unwillingly.

The fridge was empty except for a carton of eggs and the usual supply of ice.Harry often had to deal with stomach problems by himself at the Dursleys, so he would cook some simple meals.

Even so, the stocks in Tom's refrigerator were too crude, but Harry found a full range of condiments in the cupboard, at least enough to fry an egg.

However, since the third grade, Harry hadn't made poached eggs for a long time, so he was a bit unfamiliar.When it came up, one was burnt.

Cut off the only unpasteful area with a knife, put it in his mouth and tasted it, grinning and shrinking his neck.

...Fortunately, Tom was a deep sleeper, and he had plenty of time to find the touch...

While torturing his sense of taste, Harry adjusted the ingredients and heat, and finally fried two poached eggs that were almost delicious. Even the shape was controlled just right, two beautiful ovals.

After serving the dishes, he walked out of the kitchen humming a tune, and walked lightly into the living room.It was already dark, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were lit with dots of lights. Harry felt in a trance that he was 11 years old again, standing in the corridor of the Dursleys' house, looking at the corner of the starry night outside the window across the living room.Dudley was watching TV in the living room with his uncle and aunt, but he was not allowed to join in, so he had to go back to the cupboard with his own small plate of food to settle.

He lowered his head and found that he was holding two plates of exquisite fried eggs, not the plate of leftovers from two days of eating.Woke up from the memory immediately, and smiled slightly.

In the dim light, he walked towards the coffee table, put down the plate, and looked at the sofa beside him, where his favorite person lay.

All details are ideal.

He sat on the single sofa beside him, did not turn on the light, and fell into darkness as the night gradually fell.

After an unknown amount of time, Tom moved his fingers, then opened his eyes suddenly.Sweeping around like a predator dormant in the dark, sitting up quietly.

If there was a light at this moment, it would definitely be able to clearly reflect his dark face——

He really fell asleep!

Under the eye skin of that savior!

No matter how exhausted he is, no matter how soothing the touch is, it is not the reason why he can sleep soundly under the eyes of his mortal enemy who is in perfect condition!

If the Dark Lord was someone who could be defeated by mental exhaustion, he would have died countless times.

Harry moved his body uneasily, the posture of leaning on the back of the sofa woke him up uncomfortably, and he stretched in a daze.

Tom saw his movement clearly, and Gryffindor's carelessness and frankness did not make him feel better, but instead became more gloomy and did not want to talk.

"Uh...you're awake, Tom?" Harry finally spotted Tom sitting up in the dark, "What time is it? It's completely dark...by the way, are you hungry? I did it before going to bed." Two poached eggs, you can warm them up a bit, one for each of us."

Inexplicably more irritable, Tom got up sullenly to avoid the messiah's barrage of murmurs, and went to turn on the light.

The sudden light made the eyes of both of them get used to it. Tom took a deep breath in his heart, managed to adjust his expression to normal, and turned around to meet Harry's refreshed smiling face.

He came towards us with two plates, "I'll heat it up, you sit and wait."

Tom looked at him hesitantly, and nodded slowly.If I'm not mistaken, he seems to smell a bit of paste...

But after a few minutes, the omelette presented to me looked surprisingly normal.During this period of time, he has barely adjusted his mood, and he can calmly taste the craft of the savior.

"...It's delicious." He commented with some surprise.

Harry raised his eyebrows, "You seem surprised?"

Tom looked at him: "You don't look like you are old enough to cook."

Harry shrugged. "I'm probably not an ordinary teenager."

That is true.

Tom evaluated from the bottom of his heart.You can only say: "I don't know when you got into the bad habit of boasting."

Harry smiled: "Bad habits? I thought you thought it was an advantage. I learned from you."

Tom also notices that the savior's mouth has become sharper, but that makes their conversation more interesting.

He hasn't fully recovered from the exhaustion, but after the meal, the depression when he just woke up has dissipated a lot.Miraculously, just a plain slice of fried egg - a house-elf, even if it's fine workmanship for Harry - lifts the spirits.

Generally speaking, a Dark Lord is not easy to please.

The time was approaching the curfew, Harry got up to leave after eating, not forgetting to tell Tom to have a good rest.

Standing in front of the door, he hesitated to speak, and finally whispered: "I miss you very much during this time, Tom... goodbye."

Emerald green eyes seem to be able to speak.

Tom closed the door for a long time, and they were still printed in his mind.