HP leap time

[Dear Draco,

First of all thank you for the birthday gift, it looks gorgeous and functional but makes me look like a funny businessman. 】

Draco pouted his lips mockingly when he saw this, and couldn't help but think of that beautiful pocket watch with a gold hour hand on the crystal dial. If that fool knew how to open it, he would find a beautiful pocket watch hidden inside. Emerald Jade.

[I came to Blake’s ancestral house with my godfather a week earlier. It’s a very nice place, and life is very convenient and comfortable.And you must have never imagined that the godfather got Dobby from Dumbledore, and he is now my elf, Draco.He's professional, meticulous, and takes good care of old Kreacher, an old elf, even though he doesn't do anything else. 】

【Hmm... The weather is pretty good today, the sun is as sticky as honey, and the carpet is covered with brilliant yellow. 】

It was evening when Draco received the letter, he was leaning against the head of the bed in his pajamas, while Hedwig was preening his feathers with a fake branch, and amber nuts and sweet honey water were placed beside him.The candlesticks were covered with pale yellow floating light, the curtains floated, and layers of candle shadows swept across the letter paper.But he still couldn't help but a warm picture appeared in his mind, his black-haired boy was sitting alone on the carpet, the sunlight came in through the mottled window, making his hair lighter and the color of his lips changed Bright, and then pull out a long and thin shadow behind...

[Of course I mean, isn’t the weather great for your birthday?The godfather insisted on giving me a grand birthday party, but I firmly refused...]

Draco raised an eyebrow, a little uneasy.

[But the weather was really nice, so Sirius still invited my friends to celebrate my birthday with me, which is equivalent to a small party. 】

oh!He had a birthday party?Draco suddenly felt a nasty feeling rising from his body.

【Sorry for not inviting you...】

This is not something that can be solved by apologizing. I grind my teeth secretly. This is something that I didn't even show the basic respect!I couldn't help but began to deny the guy who was sitting alone on the carpet and wrote letters to himself, and replaced him with the bastard who wrote letters hastily in the room in his spare time!You might even be yelling at the Gryffindors downstairs while writing...

Look at this word, it is so ugly that it is under the black lake of Hogwarts!

[Even if you were invited, you wouldn't come, would you?Here are Lupine, Sirius, the Weasley family, yes, they all came, and they also brought fruit cake made by Mrs. Weasley herself, Hermione, and Neville, Dean...]

[You can't imagine what George and Fred brought!Firecrackers!many!They can blow up a lot of fun things... There are milk biscuits, colorful paper hats, and even snowflakes...]

[A little naive, isn't it?But it's really the best birthday I've ever had, you're going to be happy for me, aren't you? 】

Draco bit his lip, and clenched his hand on the soft bed sheet involuntarily, feeling very uncomfortable.Hedwig obviously sensed that the atmosphere was not right, it finally took a bite of the nut, fluttered its wings and landed in a corner farther away from the boy.

"No reply." Said to the white snow owl in an extremely unfriendly tone.

"Gee." Hedwig tilted her head, flapped her wings and flew out of the window.

Draco raised his hand sullenly and continued reading.

【Well, I guess you won't. Based on what I know about you, with your small mind like bean sprouts, you probably won't reply to my letter this month. 】

Merlin, how could there be such an annoying person in the world?

The big boy with pale blond hair was stunned for a moment, and looked at the handwriting on the paper that was almost flying up with some amusement. He seemed a little serious after not seeing a scoundrel for more than [-] days!

【So in order to please you, I took out the love letter I was going to give you from the bottom of the box... Merlin, I have to put it in the envelope when I regret it...

ps: See you at the Quidditch World Cup. 】

Not even a signature, Draco's teeth were a little itchy, looking at the somewhat yellowed and inferior letter paper, he began to suspect that this paper might have been pulled out from the sundry pile.

It's too obvious to be perfunctory!

Draco threw the letter paper aside, and took out another stack of shriveled letter paper from the envelope. It seemed that it had been pressed at the bottom of the box for a long time, so it looked like a sandwich stepped on by a troll, with a hint of The fragrance of soap.

Through the light that is not too dazzling, he opened it carefully, accompanied by the curiosity that made the heart beat faster...

【Dear Draco Malfoy

That's right, I'm Harry Potter, not anyone else, just Harry Potter.

It's not a prank, and of course you're sure to think it's a prank. 】

"Eternal self-righteousness." Draco buried his chin in the soft white pajamas.

[The weather is not very good today, it is raining lightly outside, and the wind direction is chaotic, so the raindrops hit the window like sesame seeds, and there is still fog...]

The ghost knows what sesame is... But I can't help but start to imagine in my mind, imagining such a strange thing as a big boy who doesn't quite understand his mind sitting on the desk in front of the window, thinking hard about writing a love letter.

He may be in the library, hiding behind the long bookshelves that smell like books, the candlesticks are piled up with soft red wax, and there are swaying shadows on the warm yellow gauze curtains, which may be brought up by the leaving student robes. The wind, or maybe a mischievous ghost is hiding...

He may also be staying in the dormitory, sitting cross-legged in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with unsuitable loose short sleeves hanging on his body just after taking a shower, and long red curtains floating behind him, he raised his head and looked blankly out of the window. The drizzle was light, and the glass windows were full of traces like shooting stars.The rain marks may have faint fog, and the green eyes may also have light, which is also faintly visible...

Drops of soapy-scented water dripped from the semi-dry forehead hair, passed through the corner of the wet mouth and fell into the white quill that was stuck there...

Unable to think about it anymore, Draco felt his throat starting to feel a little dry.

【Well, I don't know where to start.But I guess it's a love letter.

No kidding, I have never hated you, well, I admit that it is impossible, maybe a long, long time ago, long enough to leap for a while, we hated each other, and we were destined to be rivals all our lives.

But everything is different isn't it?Maybe it was a small opportunity that can be hidden in a pomegranate fruit that changed me, or maybe it was a ridiculous reincarnation that reshaped me... From that moment on, there was a voice in my heart, and he kept telling me Me, hey! Harry Potter, you can't escape anything! 】

"So I still haven't figured out when you fell in love with me." The boy smiled lazily, and changed to a more comfortable position, so that the pale yellow light could illuminate every seriously written letter on the letter paper.

[Yeah, I can't escape, anything, including avoiding my excess feelings for you, a proud and arrogant little bastard... Wait, I'm going to cast an anti-peeping spell on the letter paper... lest you will It's posted in the Slytherin common room. 】

Draco raised his eyebrows. To be honest, if he had received this letter unexpectedly, he would have considered posting it on the commentary wall in the auditorium.

【So you now know that Harry Potter fell in love with his deadly enemy, completely and without reservation...】

Seeing this, Draco stopped abruptly. He refolded the unfinished letters and stuffed them back into the envelope like a hot potato.

He said he liked it, his heart was pounding, and his body was rampaging with joy, but his mind was full of chaotic thoughts.

No reservations?Harry Potter, but you still lie to me, a lot.

Draco didn't really know how he and Harry got together, everything was so natural, as it should be.Two people kissing tacitly, dating, hiding their relationship from outsiders, even if not so successfully...

They understand each other, but they conceal each other, tolerate each other, and speculate on each other.

He is an out-and-out Slytherin, and Harry is the Gryffindor golden boy praised by all the stars...

Draco looked at the blurred black tree shadow outside the window, struggling and confused in his heart, Harry Potter said he liked it in the letter, and he looked clearly sincere, no, he was always sincere, wasn't he?He should have known.That does not belong to the childish sense of conquest, does not belong to the impulse and short-term passion...

He began to feel guilty because of his own uncertainty, and he began to feel that his liking came out of nowhere.

It's really strange, since Harry Potter rejected himself in the first grade, he began to become strange, the boy with the scar on his head subverted his life, the difference in the environment, the difference in character, the difference in identity, they are Two mutually exclusive entities.

He seemed novel and mysterious, asshole and obnoxious.But it is what attracts him to keep getting closer, because he has things that he doesn't have, things that are different from his own life but can be dazzling in his eyes.

Since the third grade, Potter has become more and more mysterious. The distance between them seems to have widened in an instant, but in fact their intersection has become ambiguous.Some kind of bad feelings took the opportunity to grow wantonly, and in his body, it was chaotic and mixed with various impurities.

He has considered a lot, considered a lot, and he can't grasp which is more important at the moment!So he will feel irritable and guilty.

This is what he wants, but... can he really grasp it?

He wasn't sure.

Just like before.

For Harry Potter, he never dared to gamble.

So he doesn't interfere too much, doesn't understand too much, and doesn't show his anxiety, fear, and all the loopholes in his heart to the other party unreservedly. Just like the other party's eternal mystery, he also firmly guards his own heart.

From beginning to end, he didn't dare to fall into this relationship, and kept all the rationality he needed so that... he could escape unscathed at the critical moment!