HP leap time

The moment Draco opened his eyes, he knew it was a dream.

The night here is mild and blurred, the moonlight is shining and the stars are shining, and even the wind has a hint of sweetness.Everything is warm and nice, just not so real.

Not so real.

Yes, Draco looked at the thin swallow-tailed tree shadow on the ground, its edges softened by moonlight.There are not such lush foliage in early spring.

He stood under the tree, not far away was the familiar grand Quidditch pitch, and Hogwarts lay on the other side of his body like a sleeping monster.Such nights always appear in his dreams, the tranquility is like a fairy tale.

The leaves are whirling, and a person stands under the tree, as if waiting for someone.

coming.

He raised his head to look at the figure that suddenly appeared not far away, and the transparent moonlight cast a shallow reflection behind him.

"Hi, Draco." It was a boy with black hair, and he waved at him awkwardly. "You don't look surprised at all."

Naturally, it was not surprising, and it wasn't the first time it appeared in my dream.

Draco looked at him, the familiar messy black hair, the familiar emeralds hidden behind the lens, the familiar corners of the mouth that are always upturned... It seems that every time the image appears in the dream, the collar of the shirt is always If it is not turned properly, there will always be wrinkles on the black robe.

"Well, it seems that you really hate the dark." The boy raised his head and looked at the bright moon with his green eyes, and the silver halo bloomed on his face. "A very strange scene, a very strange dream."

Nothing strange, just a dream, Draco frowned.

"Do you want to hear me?" the Savior sat down on the grass, his robe piled aside like a rag, and he continued talking to himself. "Of course you'll listen..."

"The wind here is very warm." He blinked his eyes and rubbed his fingers a little uneasy.

Like a fool.Draco looked at him intently.

"The moonlight is very clear." He smiled suddenly, and his green eyes instantly turned into two clear pools.

"I love so much……"

What the hell are you doing?Draco blinked, but didn't move, as if waiting for something to kick off.

"So do you like it here?" Almost looking up at himself nervously.Draco didn't answer, just continued to look at him quietly.

"Well... I really won't do such a thing." He said in a compromised manner, shrugging his shoulders. "Then... please continue to listen to me."

What else do you have to say, Harry?

"Maybe, I don't know how to express it, but I know." He stubbornly raised his face to look at himself, struggling like a child who is afraid of making mistakes.

"The big breakthrough in my life... is to fall in love with someone desperately, and to come here regardless of my own safety..."

"It's amazing..." Draco murmured, dreaming you were telling me this.

"Yeah, it's amazing..." he continued, his eyes fixed on his fingers running through the gaps in the grass. "I know it's difficult, but time waits for no one, does it? It always takes a lifetime away with indifference and ease."

The wind drove the dancing light across the tail of the hair, and there was a dense rain-like sound of insects in the distance.

"That's why I came here selfishly, Draco."

"I broke into your world selfishly, whether you hate me or not, I want you to remember me."

It was like a declaration of war without sincerity.Draco's eyes flickered, but no one could not feel the turbulent, almost drowning tenderness inside.

But you are still fake.Draco shook his head, like that confession that was hard to distinguish between true and false, ambiguous.

He never dared to bet on Harry Potter.

As Pansy once said, he can admit that he likes to eat sweet and greasy things, admit that he has no real ambitions of his own, admit that he is indifferent and selfish, admit that there are many, many, and he can also admit that he is sexually interested in boys...

The only thing he won't admit is that he likes Harry Potter.

Blindly rejecting and being passive, he will never get what he wants most.But even that will be lost forever!He is also unwilling to lower his posture and present his most empty and vulnerable side without reservation.

Since he was nothing but Malfoy, he never gave himself a chance.

"Draco." After a long silence, Harry spoke again. "Sometimes I admire you."

"You always have your own ideas and goals, and you can't be influenced by anyone or anything. You always try your best to do everything you want without regrets..."

"Clear love and hate, smart and courageous."

"You've always been selfish." Sadness filled the air. "But you always do well."

Who are you talking about?The heart was beating uncontrollably, like a barrier that he didn't want to touch was brutally torn apart, pain, unbearable, escape... The darkness struggled, bringing waves of fatigue and pain.

What frightened him was that he saw the hollow under his body more clearly, the bone-piercing wind collided back and forth inside, and shattered in the darkness.

You are the fearless guy!Mysterious and powerful, surrounded by people, radiant.And why... Tell a hypocrite about your fragility?

What makes us feel inferior to each other?

"So, no matter what result you give me, I will accept it."

"Having experienced so much, what else should I be afraid of? But my acceptance does not mean giving up, nor does it mean being humble. So listen carefully, Draco."

It's that kind of declaration of war that makes people love and hate.

"As long as my life is not over, I will continue to work hard for what I pursue."

"including you."

"What are you insisting on?" Draco said to himself with a sigh, he finally moved, and in his dream, he approached the boy on the grass almost tiredly.

"What?" Seeing the other party's sudden approach, Harry was inexplicably flustered.

Draco crouched in front of him dazedly, looking greedily at those star-like eyes.He was relieved to see his own image clearly reflected on the green pool.

"Oh..." sighed. "It looked so real, it was so clear for the first time."

"If you can remember it so clearly after waking up..." he muttered softly.

Almost proficiently, he brushed the black hair on his forehead with one hand, bit off the eye-catching glasses with his teeth, and then gently kissed the soul-stirring pair in the other's instantly stiff body. Dreamy eyes.

Gently, kissing bit by bit, holding his face like a squirrel carefully holding a nut.

Even in Draco's dream, Harry could still clearly feel the soft lips moistening the skin, the deepest feeling... was the frantic heartbeat in his body, and the heat flowing in his body.

Merlin's lace suspenders...

Draco was kissing him!

After recognizing the facts, it was as if something had exploded in his body, and the joy and impulse of sleep occupied all his reason in an instant.

Harry smiled excitedly and hooked the other's neck, then naturally hugged the back of his soft head.

One threw herself into his arms, struggling to kiss his lips.

"You're hot, Scarhead." Draco smiled back and kissed.

"Well……"

Eager, almost fierce kissing and biting, neither of them let go of the other's desire.

Clumsy, panting, and like two hungry beasts with hands and feet.

Both of their robes were completely messed up, but no one cared, and Draco's hand was still rubbing his thin back through the shirt, trying to find a gap to get in.

"Huh..." The lips parted reluctantly, and both of them were panting vigorously, as if they had just had a fight, although it did look like a fight.

Harry's hands were still tightly pinching the other's deformed back collar, and his body had already sat on Draco's body, while the other's hands boldly reached into his own robe.

"It's embarrassing..." Harry looked into those gray eyes with a vague smile, full of laughter and shocking dissatisfaction.

Draco stroked his back viciously, feeling the tremors in his body.

"It's almost dawn..." Harry couldn't help reminding, pushing Draco's head away. "I should leave."

Glancing at him annoyed, Draco recalled the short-lived sweetness with some disappointment.

"Don't go..." He stood up in a panic, reaching out his hand to grab him.

Harry turned around, watching his hand rest hesitantly in mid-air.

"Are you sure? You want to come with me?" Harry smiled strangely. "I thought you needed time to reconcile your emotions..."

"What?" He couldn't help frowning.Feeling warm in his hand, Harry squeezed his hand tightly.Warm currents poured into every inch of the body like spring water, and the fragile seeds buried in the darkness cheered and welcomed a grand sacrifice of life.

It's such a good feeling, the feeling of being held tight.

He dreamed countless times that the other party was holding his hand tightly, but it had never been so real, so real, so real that he really felt that he would not be let go.

However, dreams are just dreams after all...

"Don't..." Draco panicked and found that the other party's body began to become blurred, just like everything around him, grass, trees, wind, and the vast night sky that began to be indistinguishable from the stars and the moon.

The sense of reality faded gradually, and in his darkened pupils, the world began to rotate and annihilate.

Until all the feelings are forcibly stripped from the body, and another more clear and familiar world is forcibly embracing him.

The floating lights in the room surged and brightened, and they traveled on the familiar chains, shuttling in the silver silk.

The cellar is quiet and soft, waiting for the sun in the outside world to rise from the horizon...

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By the way, it won't be locked at this level, right? >:-