HP leap time

Draco raised his head wearily, and clicked impatiently after seeing the girl in the Gryffindor uniform in front of him clearly.

Annoying Potter was finally coaxed away, and another lady who knew everything came...

He turned over and continued to pretend to be dead, thinking in his heart whether Pont Redev could take good care of his frail patient.

Hermione held a thick brown-red notebook and looked at the boy on the bed solemnly. He looked terrible, his lips were bloodless, and his face was too pale.

"Sorry to bother you at this time, Malfoy." Hermione asked carefully, and the person on the bed didn't move at all. "I'm investigating something recently..."

"I'm not interested." Draco's voice came from behind the pillow. "I don't want to be disturbed either."

Hermione was silent for a while, she knew this was the hardest thing to do.

"Don't you want to know about Harry?" Hermione insisted. "The strange things he did and the strange things he said..."

"No, I don't want to know at all." Draco cut her off, hissing. "Please get out of here."

Hermione looked at him silently.

The things in her mind have been completely sorted out. Since the third grade, Harry's maturity and stability, as well as his excessive vigilance and powerful magic power...Harry's loopholes are full of loopholes, and she can't help but observe them.Unlike Ron, she couldn't selectively ignore all the strange things.

"It was only when he saved you from the Hippogriff in the third grade that he discovered the abnormality in his body..." She said to herself. "He also became strange from that time..."

"Don't you think there is something strange about him when you are so close to him?" Hermione walked to the bed and looked down at him, her brown hair hanging on her chest.

Oh, of course it's strange, isn't it strange that the most powerful Dark Lord in the world lives in his body! ?

So what about being weird?

Draco raised his face sullenly. "Granger is not welcome here. If you stay here again, I will ask someone to drive you away."

"You don't have to reject me so much!" Hermione was obviously getting angry, and she put the notebook on the bedside. "When you don't know anything!"

Draco smirked in a sullen face, and he held out his hand to call out, Mrs. Penrad or whoever.

Silently but quickly, Hermione drew her wand, and cast a Soundproofing Charm into Draco's surprised eyes.

"Oh." Draco smiled. "Gryffindor."

"Then what do you want to do? Murder or silence or a questionnaire?" He finally sat up and looked at the wand on the far side of the bed, which was lying quietly next to his green tie.

"Listen, Malfoy." Hermione put down her wand, hesitated and pulled down the curtain. The long white curtain wrapped the small space. "I want to tell you something seriously..."

Draco looked at her and sighed meaningfully. "I do have a boyfriend."

"..." Hermione took a deep breath, ran her hands through her hair and decided to ignore those unimportant things.

"He's not Harry..." She kept her voice as low as possible.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Harry Potter," repeated Hermione. "Harry is not Harry Potter..."

Draco's heartbeat stopped for a moment, his expression showed a moment of astonishment, and the little witch narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"When did the name change, oh yes, he really wasn't, Harry Malfoy?" Draco quickly covered it up. "Although it sounds disgusting."

Does she know?Draco panicked, did she know about Harry and the Dark Lord?

It can't be, can it?

"I'm not joking!" Hermione wrinkled her nose and looked up at the ceiling. "Merlin! You are as annoying as Ron!"

"Don't put me with poor Weasley," Draco added, smirking again. "Miss know-it-all who is holding me hostage."

"I didn't hold you hostage... you're really... oh hell!" Hermione flicked her wand. "Don't change the subject, Malfoy."

"I'm not changing the subject, but the fact is that non-consensual imprisonment is a crime."

"One, I didn't imprison you, and two, I really want to have a good talk with you, put aside all those prejudices." Hermione said, Draco opened his mouth again, and she immediately pointed her wand at him, de Raco shrugged. "Whatever you say is what you say, anyway, you held me hostage."

"Well." Hermione refrained from punching that mean face. "Now listen to me."

Draco straightened his face pretendingly.

"Harry is from the future."

She cut straight to the point, staring at him brightly, as if he was about to act in shock.

Draco couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, it seemed that she didn't know anything yet.

"Potter told me..." Draco showed a regretful expression, as if looking at a mentally retarded person. "Say you are crazy to look up those things about the time converter, and even suspect that he is a time traveler..."

"Seriously... I mean..." Draco added. "If it's true that he traveled through time to love me, it's pretty romantic... I think I can accept the name Harry Malfoy..."

"Damn it." Hermione was silent for a while, she rummaged through her notebook, and then took out a few sheets of paper with her fingers. "You can look at these things..."

"Is this a diary?" Draco glanced at the few sheets of paper, the crooked notes on it were definitely Harry's. "You actually peeked at his diary..."

"No, it wasn't, I didn't," Hermione explained.

"Potter can write a diary, which really amazes me." Draco didn't take the few sheets of paper. "I'm tired, when are you leaving?"

"Those are some scratch paper..." Hermione continued. "Harry wrote it by accident, in History of Magic class."

Draco finally took it, and some time, events, and names of people were written on it.

"Triwizard Tournament..." Draco nodded. "I don't think it's a big deal, look here, Fleur... Cedric... oh, Cedric's name is crossed out, he probably hates him, and Karkaroff... and some weird mark."

Draco threw the paper aside and leaned against the head of the bed with a pale face. "Don't test my patience, Granger."

Hermione's face became serious, the corners of her eyes pulled down, and her eyes became moist.

"He wrote it in third grade."

Draco's expression finally changed, and his eyes widened.

"This joke is not bad." Long Jiu said.

"I didn't doubt him that much at the time, I just knew that he had some secrets that he didn't want to reveal to anyone..." Hermione lowered her head and muttered, ignoring his words. "I... collected a lot of his stuff, anything strange, don't look at me like that, Malfoy, I'm just curious and arrogant, I want to know everything, any mystery is full of temptation to me."

"Everything worked..." Hermione shook her head. "What he prophesied, everything on paper."

"Things are becoming more and more strange. His health is getting worse and worse, and his burden is also getting bigger. The Dark Mark, the Mysterious Man (Voldemort), there are fake professors, and even prophets..."

"What does he want to face alone..." Hermione looked up at him. "Alone."

"That's impossible." Draco finally said, surprised by Hermione's guess. "You have no reason to rely on this..."

"He comes from the future. I don't know why this can be confirmed. I have thought about it for a long time, and this is the only explanation that can be explained, but it is the most unlikely explanation. But sometimes it is like this, isn't it? The more unlikely The answer is the truth.”

"What did he want to change when he came back..." Hermione spoke slowly, and she stared at him intently. "We have to help him..."

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The white gauze curtain floats gently, and the gray-green outside the window is looming.

Draco blinked his blue-gray eyes and smirked.

"You're finally done?" Draco said, under Hermione's stare.

"You can't ignore all of this."

"So what exactly are you trying to ask me?" he said, tilting his head at her.

"What did the prophet... say to Harry that night?" Hermione asked tremblingly.Harry would tell them many things if they asked.That night Draco was held hostage by the prophet, and Harry had a brief confrontation with the other party, and then the prophet never appeared in their lives again...

Hermione felt that everything was not that simple, and even knowing that Harry didn't want to mention those mysterious and strange guys, she still had a lot to figure out.

Sometimes Harry is not so careful, he always thinks things very simply, and this is full of his evasion of reality.

Draco was silent for a long, long time, and then slowly recounted what was still fresh in his memory that night.

"Listen, Granger, I don't care how much research you've done and I don't want to know how much you know..." Draco said stiffly. "Although everything you say is like that."

"But does it work? You know it doesn't mean you can change everything, you can't help him or something." Draco thought sadly, he couldn't save himself, no matter where he came from the future or where, at least for now, The only one who can save him is me, and the only one he can rely on is me.

"Thank you for your cooperation anyway, Malfoy." Hermione finally took a step back and breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes were red.

"It's not easy for Harry, I hope you treat him well," she added.

"Hey." Draco smiled sarcastically in response.

Hermione silently picked up her notebook, opened the curtain and left with her head down.

Hearing her footsteps receding, Draco licked the corners of his dry mouth, and his eyelashes covered the flickering gray-blue eyes like a fan.

I don't care where you belong, as long as you live.

He stretched out his thin fingers to cover his pale face.

I only want you to belong to me.

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The author has something to say:

Whether they are lovers or friends, whether they are right or wrong, but their hearts for Harry are sincere.

I still can’t help but thank everyone who accompanied me and encouraged me to discuss the plot with me (QAQ is bigger than a big heart)