[HP] Comparative

After a moment.

The sound of the water receded, the breath gradually became lower, and the corridor returned to silence.

But not quite.The pants were sticky and wet, and Harry moved uncomfortably.He was tempted to clean himself up, only to remember again that his wand wasn't with him.The only use for this was to make him realize that his wrist was aching: looking down again, he saw that the skin there was also worn away by the rough wall, and there was a clear circle of red marks.

Harry pursed his lips hard.The irresistible excitement passed, and he wanted to get out of here again.Not because Tom had just half-forced him, but because he didn't know how to face Tom—

There is obviously no relationship between the two that can be described as romantic, but they often have intimate contacts that exceed the standard of ordinary friends, and they go deeper each time.He couldn't deny that this was indeed what he wanted; but on the other hand, it was indeed not what he wanted.

This mood was so contradictory that Harry didn't want to look up at all.

Tom probably sensed this.The white light of the two incantations flashed suddenly, and their robes were all restored to order, only the remaining charming smell around them was still relentlessly reminding what happened just now.

Harry noticed that the frayed wounds were healing rapidly under his watch.This made him lose his excuse to keep hanging his head.He had no choice but to slowly raise his eyelids, looking at the tall boy who was very close in front of him. "……Why?"

When Harry asked that question, he didn't expect a satisfactory answer.The problem was that as soon as his eyes moved up, the other party's lips, which had become bright red from the kiss, immediately attracted all his attention.Further up, those eyes that were originally black were deep and dark, as if they could swallow him whole.

Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he looked away in a little embarrassment.Sure enough, he couldn't get too close to Tom: because just looking at it like this, all kinds of things just kept turning in his mind, and he couldn't help but want to compromise.

But for Tom, compromise is utterly useless, except that it will make him push himself further.

Harry said to himself three times to muster up his courage, then turned his gaze back. "Why?" He asked again, feeling much calmer this time.

To Harry's surprise, the corners of Tom's lips curled up into a smile. "I guess you must have scolded me in your heart for asking me knowingly, at least twice." He gestured with two fingers with his free hand, and then stood up and turned to Harry, "So you still ask me now?"

"...what do you mean?" Harry blinked and blinked again, confused.

Tom was right, he did slander twice: the first time when he was angry, and the second time when he said he liked him.If it is based on the premise of knowing the truth, Tom is implying that the two of them have already been pasted together, so the reason is also obvious?

Compared with the previous situation of being left halfway, Harry had to admit that he felt much better today.But he didn't dare to think about Tom with ordinary people's thinking at all, and he was worried that there might be some reasons he didn't know after Tom's rapid transformation...

Thinking of this, Harry suddenly realized that he had become too cautious.It wasn't common for him; it was probably because he cared too much about Tom that he was so worried about gain and loss.

"I'd love to believe you," he said desperately at last, feeling his throat go dry with hoarseness.

Something flashed through those jet eyes so quickly Harry couldn't catch them. "Why?" The tall boy smiled again, "Don't you dare now?"

Harry was absolutely convinced that this was a trick.He had never been able to bear a provocation like this, and he couldn't bear it now; but Tom had taught him so many lessons that even the most stupid man had to be careful. "No," he shook his head, "I don't even really resent you. After all, this kind of thing can't be forced..."

"So?" Tom raised an eyebrow.

"I'm just afraid..." Harry said again, "All my persistence turned out to be a complete mistake in the end-not that love is a mistake!" He rushed down before the other's eyebrows raised even higher Explain, "Because, this is all my own choice."

He might be hit harder, he might be hurt more; he had a hunch of that from the start.It's just that he has to consider what kind of impact he will have on his relatives and friends around him.They care about him, they love him, and they don't deserve to be cranky, down, hard to communicate in return...

"I just don't want to see other people being sad."

Now, the look on Tom's face turned into disbelief.After staring at Harry for a long while, he couldn't help but laugh. "I should have known..."

"What should you know?" Harry barely recovered from his own bad assumptions.

But Tom didn't answer the question. "If you have such a hobby of worrying about it, it's better to spend it in more useful places." He said without doubt, his tone was so strong that he was close to ordering, "For example--today's matter, let's not take it as an example."

Harry thought for a long time before realizing that Tom wasn't referring to the intimacy between the two, but his previous intention to put down the egg and run. "Can I ask again..." He held back and held back, but finally couldn't hold back, "Why did you change your mind?" It's been so long, Tom won't suddenly like him, right?

The tall boy responded with a flimsy glance at him. "Enduring torture was never part of a Slytherin's code of life."

The words were so succinct that it took Harry even longer to understand.Maybe it's not that it's too difficult, but because he can't believe it——

really?

It turns out that the two no longer meet, is it also torture for Tom?

Harry was trying very hard to control the sudden ballooning of his emotions.But the beast in his cage had awakened, head held high, sniffing the air hopefully.

Tom spotted the change easily. "Okay," he laughed a little at this, "I'm going to the library."

Harry instinctively wanted to say I'd go too, but he realized in time - he didn't bring his textbooks, and Ron and Hermione were probably still waiting for him at the hall table. "……OK."

Perhaps hearing this reluctance, Tom stopped after taking two steps. "By the way—" he narrowed his eyes slightly warningly, "don't cry in front of other people."

Harry was taken aback when he heard the words, and touched the end of his eyes reflexively—well, they were still wet.This made his plan of denying it all come to naught, and he was furious because the fragile moment just now was precisely poked.

Before he could speak, he rushed forward and buried his face into the tall boy's shoulder.

"You do..." Tom's voice changed from confusion to anger in an instant, "Use my clothes to wipe—" Tears?

Harry hugged him tightly, not caring whether the tall boy protested or not. "Isn't it all your fault?" Because it was close to the fabric of the prefect's robe, his angry answer became dull and vague, "I never cried when I was bullied by others!"

As soon as the words fell, Harry felt his body in his arms stiffen suddenly, and the strength of his intention to resist was released immediately.After a while, arms wrapped hesitantly around his shoulders, like a clumsy hug.

**

Ten minutes later, Tom was walking slowly on his way back to the dormitory, holding the Easter egg Harry gave him.

He had no interest in candy, something so eye-catching that he didn't intend to have it.But seeing those watery emerald eyes, he was suspicious, if he refused, he would have to coax Harry for at least half an hour.

It wasn't that he didn't like the way Harry threw himself into his arms.The problem was, if he stayed in that corridor any longer, he wasn't sure what else he could do—

Because today he had no intention of letting Harry go.

It's the kind of meaning that fits Slytherin's usual style of acting.

The Gryffindor boys had been avoiding him for at least half a month, and of course he would have noticed.He didn't think it was forever, because Harry clearly couldn't.It's just that Harry was surprised that he lasted so long.

After breakfast today, he noticed that Harry followed him out of the auditorium, so he wanted to take the opportunity to implement his plan in the remote corridor——

Subdue Harry, push him against the wall or simply kneel to the ground, and hurt him with a few painful but indiscriminate spells. It is best to make a deep impression and let him remember the lesson firmly.

It's more like a punishment than a plan.

Heh, come and go whenever you want, is he such an easy person to mess with?

Then, when Harry said "maybe", the plan automatically updated in his mind.

lie!A high-pitched voice yelled.How dare he refuse in person?

Some more violent and bloodthirsty thoughts surged from deeper places, and his eyes were almost forced to turn red.That wasn't something a space-shifting spell could cover up; so he went back and added new spells so that the hallway they were in looked like normal walls from the outside.

Then, Harry stopped him, as he wished.He knew all along that Harry couldn't really give up.However, don't say that Harry seems to have put some of it into practice; even if Harry had the slightest thought of backing down, he couldn't bear it—

He stabbed back at Harry's words, satisfied to see Harry break down over it.

Harry said he still loved him, and Harry wanted to scold him even more; that was all he expected.

The only thing he didn't expect was the scalding but silent liquid.

Of course, it's not uncommon for someone to cry.He had seen them many times; it must be said that he had made most of them himself.But those tears are cheap and not worth mentioning, accompanied by trembling and embarrassing begging for mercy, it is simply ugly.They serve no purpose other than to blatantly demonstrate the weakness and incompetence of their masters.

He had never been in a situation like Harry's.

His eyes were filled with water, but in the depths they were burning with fire, fresh and vivid; he saw his own reflection in the water and fire, focused and unique, as if he was the only one left in Harry's entire world.

The Gryffindor boy in front of him was different.

For an instant, Tom suddenly had a strange feeling.It's hard to describe it accurately: it's like life, and it's like eternity... anyway, it's a very precious thing.He was absolutely sure that he had to get it.

Why can't others bring him this feeling?

Why Harry again?

Tom doesn't know.All he knew was that his plan was really just a plan now—

Because he changed his mind.There were far better ways to teach Harry a lesson than those horrifying black arts, as evidenced by his uncontrollably twitching stomach.

Harry belonged to him.

He deserved to enjoy this delicious meal at a more suitable time and place than associated with a hurried morning and a cobwebbed dead end.

By the time Tom thought of this, he was already in front of the damp stone wall of the Slytherin common room.After he uttered the password, the stone wall parted to both sides, and he quickly drilled in.

There are not many people inside.Because of the holiday, some students have not gotten up yet, and some students are procrastinating in the auditorium.Except, apparently, for Lestrange and Knott: they both had lots of good food in the mail, and were enjoying it, chatting lollingly by their windows at the bottom of the lake.

After seeing clearly who was entering the door, Lestrange's eyes suddenly lit up. "Boss, would you like some fried cod?"

Tom shook his head back and walked straight to his bedroom.When he came out again, the easter egg in his hand disappeared.

"Where did you get that thing, boss?" Nott asked curiously. He had already put down the half-eaten apple pudding in his hand.

Tom, who just wanted to go to the library, wasn't going to answer the question at all.Just before he walked out of the lounge, he suddenly remembered another thing. "Stay away from Harry in the future."

The request was so sudden and bizarre that Lestrange and Nott looked at each other in confusion and surprise. "...Boss?"

"The others should also be notified." Tom left this flat tone and left.

Seeing the stone wall closed, Nott couldn't take it anymore. "Harry? Which Harry? Could it be the one I thought?"

"I'm afraid it's the one you're thinking of." Lestrange replied, his rather handsome face was covered with gloom at the moment. "I guess that easter egg probably came from Potter...Damn it!"

The author has something to say:

In short, Tom had wanted to do something that would qualify him for Azkaban;

But when Harry messed it up, it turned into a baby carriage that would be blocked by Jinjiang if you don’t pay attention to the wording→_→

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