HP leap time

Rows of poplar trees slipped past the train window, and the jagged shadows of the trees fell through the window into the corridor of the train.

The black-haired boy lowered his head and got into the bathroom at the end of the carriage sideways.

The space is small, with an open window, a bright mirror, and a simple sink.There was a faint smell of disinfectant in the air.

Draco stood with his back to the mirror, watching the intruder skillfully throw a Soundproofing Charm at the closed door.

Harry turned around and hooked his neck almost eagerly.

"Potter..." The short voice quickly disappeared into a passionate kiss.

Catering to the enthusiasm of his lips, Draco belatedly stroked Harry's thin spine along his waist.

As if he had never been in heat in his previous life, Draco ran the fingers of his other hand through his black soft hair and pressed his head. The other party was always too enthusiastic for him.

But this kind of feeling is very good, he behaves like a savior with a cold personality on the outside, and beside him is a child who gnaws when he is in heat.

Draco's other hand slipped in from the hem of his clothes, and his fingers slid over the hot skin all the way up, bringing shudders to the other's body.

"Hmm..." It always worked out well, and he could feel Harry's aggression starting to weaken.Draco bit his lower lip hard, then took advantage of his momentary loss of focus to hold his head and turn over.

"Crack." A muffled sound pushed the other party down on the mirror, and Harry was stunned for a moment when he was hit. He raised his head out of breath, and looked at the other party's beautiful gray eyes and not-so-hard soft face.

The green eyes were quickly bent, and Harry giggled, he couldn't help but want to laugh when he clearly realized that he was in love with Draco when he was a child.It's really funny because everything is real, but it used to be so impossible.

Draco's kiss fell on his chin, and Harry felt his warm breath flowing between his teeth, and finally turned into a hot stream and melted into every drop of blood.

"Don't laugh when you kiss, Scarhead." The soft reprimand scratched his ear along the wet kiss, and Harry gradually began to feel uncomfortable with his stomach distending.

Soon, they fit together tightly again, panting quickly and scattered, accompanied by the sound of the white shirt rubbing against the fingertips, the grunt of the train rolling over the rails, and the rustle of the wind brushing the leaves ...

"Hmm..." I don't know whose hand untied whose belt, and the two bodies rubbed against each other through the cloth.

"Help me." Harry clamped the opponent's leg, opened his blurred eyes and said hoarsely.He withdrew the hand that was messing with the other's light-blond hair, trying to grab the one on his waist that didn't belong to him.

The blond boy's hair was disheveled on his forehead, his eyes were still half-closed, and his body was still rubbing against Harry.

"No..." He completely ignored Harry's pleading eyes and muttered. "you first."

Then he clasped Harry's wrist with his backhand like a pliers and went all the way down his lower abdomen...

Sinking in mutual caress.

The whole space is filled with beautiful sunlight, and the clear mirror is full of fine and complicated hair lines...

After the boys had vented their excess energy, they lazily began to enjoy the fresh smell of earth and green plants brought by the summer wind, um, and the faint smell of rust.

Harry sat cross-legged on the ground, lazily, the discomfort in his body had been swept away by the cleansing spell, leaving only joy and satisfaction in his heart.He watched intently as the other man smoothed every wrinkle he had made on the white shirt with his wand, and then combed every strand of his golden hair.

Draco tossed and turned for a long time until he was satisfied. He didn't want his father to see anything after getting out of the car.Then he turned his head and looked at Harry, who was sitting on the side, grinning at him, with a familiar provocation in his smile, but the provocation seemed almost negligible in his lazy smile.

"The corner of your mouth is broken." Draco knelt down and pressed his fingers on the small bloodshot hole on the corner of Harry's mouth.

Harry stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from the wound, and felt pleasantly that the other's breathing stopped.

"Tiger tooth."

"What?" Draco looked at Harry with a puzzled smile.

Harry raised his hand and poked Draco's face.

"here."

"Hiss." Draco glared at him angrily, bared his teeth, revealing the culprit of half of Harry's wound. "You never know the severity of a strike, Scarhead!" After speaking, he pressed his tongue against the painful cheek that was poked.

The train was still moving forward, the sun became more and more intense with time, and the wind hit the glass windows, making a rattling noise.

I didn't speak for a long time, and as time passed, the atmosphere gradually became gloomy and unbearable.

"A summer vacation." Draco finally said lazily, with a familiar sarcasm in his voice. "It was frighteningly long."

Harry pursed his lips, bent one leg, and rested his chin on his knee looking dazed.

No one wants to be separated, it is really hard to imagine the feeling of not being able to see each other for a summer vacation.Not to mention teenagers who are in the stage of passionate love.

"We can meet soon, the time is very fast." Harry comforted.

So there's nothing to scare you, Draco.I added it in my heart.

"No." Draco glanced at Harry, and the familiar calculating look began to flash in his eyes again. "I'm afraid that you will be shorter next time we meet."

"Oh!" Harry glared at him angrily. "Why do not you go to hell."

Strangely, the other party didn't refute him anymore, he just looked at himself blankly, with a faint reflection in his gray-blue pupils, hazy and full of emotion.

"It's not real..." Draco murmured, he reached out to take off his glasses with faint fingerprints on them, and stared at those clear green pool-like pupils in a daze.The inside is so clear, so clearly reflecting his own figure.

The green eyes blinked for a moment, and then made his heart beat wildly, and the eyes were filled with light.

The boy beside him grabbed the silver-green tie around his neck, and then bit his forward Adam's apple.

"Really?"

The real can't be more real, Draco silently pushed his head away in disgust, straightened his tie, feeling his throat burning and itching.

"You're going to write me a letter, aren't you?"

"Maybe." Draco rolled his eyes and said, then squinted to observe the attitude of the other party.

Harry didn't show disappointment as Draco imagined, but kept looking at him with blazing eyes, like a kid asking for candy on Halloween.

"I'll write for you!" Harry promised, throwing his head up.

"No no no..." Draco ignored the ripples in his heart and pretended to be firm. "Or don't... I don't want to get a stupid letter with my name on it like a turtle..."

"More than one." Harry smiled indulgently, deliberately ignoring his words. "You'll get a lot of them."

The corner of Draco's mouth hooked up, and he turned his head to show a smile that he didn't want to be seen by the other party.

White birds flew across the sky in piles, across the golden fields, and were left behind by the train along with the sparse huts in the distance.

Time always flies by, and when the train is about to arrive at the station, Harry really realizes that he is going back to the Dursleys.

It's only been a month, he thought, so it shouldn't be too bad.

After all, nothing can affect his good mood now.

When the train arrived at the station, they saw the Malfoys waiting there from a distance, neatly dressed and looking meticulous.

Draco got out of the car surrounded by his friends, hugged Mrs. Malfoy politely, and accepted her tender kiss.

Then he said goodbye to his friends one by one, glanced at Harry inadvertently, then turned indifferently and left with his parents.

Harry raised his eyebrows to look back, and then looked at the godfather and the Weasleys waiting there, his chest filled with intimacy.

Beckoning with Ron while carrying luggage...

The sun is golden, warm and soft, and the wind is blowing sweet breath among the noisy crowd...

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