HP leap time

Midnight, the cellar, the Slytherin dorms.

The cold wind blowing from the depths of the cellar knocked on the glass window, and when the wet and cold door was pushed open, the empty dormitory was seen.The long silver satin fell from the edge of the bed, and the delicate tassels fell gently on the dark green decorative bricks, and the dark patterns carved with gold were faintly visible.

Pale light is dotted on the ceiling covered with murals like a starry sky, and is pulled and floated by chains.

Like fireflies, as soon as Harry walked in, those dim little things seemed to come to life and spread in the dark blue air.

Quickly, he saw the bed with the golden head at a glance, and the boy skillfully cast a few ignore spells to isolate a small space.

The sleeping boy was very quiet, the back of his head was buried in a dark and uneven fold in the velvet pillow, the soft and messy forehead hair lay on his face, and the eyelashes were clear and countable.

Harry sat on the side kneeling as if exhausted, looking at the boy on the bed absently.

It took him a whole month to digest that he liked Draco.Well, the fact that the first week was sure and sure, the rest of the time was spent lying to myself.

It is easy to determine whether you like someone or not, but it may be that the truth is too absurd, so I never think about it.Who would believe that they really like a boy?

Unable to help showing a helpless smile, he sighed and changed into a more comfortable posture.

It's weird, and that weirdness doesn't get any less weird because of a change of mind and compromise.

Like he thought he'd be with a girl, like he thought he'd get so defensive, like...he thought he'd never like someone else.

The floating light danced restlessly in the air, fleeting like a streamer in the deep green pupils, and then reappearing in a flash.

Because there were so many strange things, he didn't even know when this boy invaded his impenetrable line of defense bit by bit.

This feeling came from very subtle, very cautious, very mysterious, it looked so delicate and sensitive, fragile and insignificant, but it had a greater impact on him than the deepest spying technique.

awesome……

The strangeness and fear of the world, the tenderness full of guilt towards the old man, seem to start to soften and soften in this love close to nature, and finally melt away, like the last snow melted by the sun in winter, delicate flowing water Seal every small gap, and what is left is full of the smell of ice, snow and sunshine.

He escaped for a month, wandered and confused for a month, during this month, he even messed up his normal life pattern, every piece of bread he missed, every wrong spell, every indefinite absence... ...tell him clearly.

Your life is incomplete, Harry Potter.

They have lost communication for a month, including the daily bickering.He was horrified to find that in the huge Hogwarts, as long as it is not intentional, the number of times that two individuals from different colleges intersect is pitifully rare, let alone disputes.In contrast, every bit of their previous experience was simply approaching for no reason, touching for no reason, getting close for no reason...!

The black-haired boy tightened his robe tightly. It was terribly cold in the cellar, and at the same time he desperately resisted the urge to get into the bedding and hug that warm body tightly.

They've been ignoring each other for a month, a month!

Harry finally gave in, he couldn't bring himself to believe that he didn't like him!

Yes, yes, yes, he's in love with a boy, he's pretty normal, but he's in love, and it doesn't matter, does it?He's still a Malfoy, which... doesn't matter, does it?So what are you afraid of?

In the new life, he felt that he should have nothing to be afraid of, so he came.

What are you doing here?Confession?

Harry was starting to feel hot, no no... If he did, he'd be the laughing stock of the whole school tomorrow, and if Draco wanted to, he'd be in the Daily Prophet the day after tomorrow...

The undead boy confesses affectionately in the middle of the night...

Can't think anymore, Harry pressed his head angrily.

The light spots floating in the air became disordered again, and even a few faint light spots flew into the silver curtain, flickered on Draco's eyelashes, and danced on his body wrapped in the bedding.

Harry hurriedly stretched out his hand to chase away those troublesome little things, but fortunately, he slapped it lightly and flew away to another place with a flick of his hand.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Harry carefully sat back on the side of the bed, and looked at the delicate-faced boy with a bewildered gaze.

His breathing was even and gentle, as quiet as an angel.Harry watched in fascination, but couldn't control his heartbeat.

When did you fall in love with it?

This is something that makes him feel terrified...

No, this is terrible... He has never even liked someone so much. When he clarified his mind, he found out in horror that all the previous bits and pieces, all the uncertain emotions rejected by him, all the tension All the emotions, all the helplessness and despair, as well as those secret emotions that were crowned with war and friendship...all rushed in, and turned into a river as bright as the Milky Way...

He was trapped inside in a daze, unable to find the source, and unable to find a way out.

Harry lowered his head, a bewitching smile locked under his eyelashes.

In a corner he couldn't see, the boy's eyelashes trembled slightly.

I don't know how long I watched, but the black-haired boy was a little tired. He put his head on the bed, tilted his head, thinking about his own affairs, and cleaned his heart full of various complicated emotions.

Surprised to find that Draco's left hand fell outside the quilt, naturally curling his slender fingers.

Unable to bear it, he sneaked closer, carefully placed his chin in the cool palm of his hand, turned his head, and carefully pressed it under his face.

Then he rubbed it boldly.

The light-colored eyelashes fluttered again, and then returned to calm.

"I seem to like you." Harry sighed in a low voice, his voice soft like a pool of warm spring water.

"So, I want you." Harry raised his head, whispered but firmly, his eyes twinkling.

He knew Draco couldn't hear him, but he wanted to talk anyway.

During this month, he has been depressed, thinking a lot and doing a lot.

But still can't let go.

He couldn't imagine Draco holding a soft little hand, and he couldn't imagine that he would enter the marriage hall with a girl with waist-length curly hair!He hates all the futures he guesses, just like he hates loss and regrets, he will no longer let himself live in regrets, in other people's world!

Even if you know that you are not worthy, you have to jump into the flames, even if you are incomplete, you will not let go of any chance to be happy!

Life is too short, why not give it a try?

Even though it seemed like he would never get it, Harry smiled confidently.Then change it, get it.He dared to change things like fate, let alone liking someone?

Harry got up, and waited for the numbness and soreness to recede from his body like a tide, then he withdrew his fiery gaze and turned to leave.

The air was as quiet as ever, the floating lights in the room leaped and gathered again, and the silver curtain floated gently, allowing the fireflies to shuttle back and forth.

The white left hand moved cautiously, then clenched it tightly, and hid it secretly under the quilt.

Draco slowly opened his sleepless eyes, gray eyes reflecting the restless tiny floating lights on the ceiling.

As the floating light became restless again, the breathing of the boy on the bed became disordered for an instant. He stretched out an arm to cover his eyes, and his chest heaved violently.

The wind is blowing through the corridor, and the air is filled with the scent of broken ice and snow. Winter is over, and the last winter snow has melted away in early spring...