HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Harry was lying in a hospital bed, and Madam Pomfleur examined him, saying he had only suffered soft tissue contusions and a mild concussion.

She asked him suspiciously, "Honey, did you really fall down the stairs?"

He was obviously beaten.

Especially since Draco was among those who brought him here, and the latter was accompanied by the towering bodyguards of Goyle and Crabbe.

At this time Draco's nosebleed had just stopped, and the two of them had never gotten along, and last time Harry sent the other party to the infirmary with the girl.

All this is really questionable.

It was none other than Hermione and Ron who rescued Harry just now after seeing him go out with Draco and not returning for a long time.The two of them saw Goyle standing at the end of the corridor and walked up. Who knew Goyle howled when he saw them, so Hermione immediately gave Goyle a fainting spell, and then rushed to the corridor with Ron In the middle, Harry had already fallen to the ground at that time, and Draco stood aside with a pale face, and they subconsciously thought that Draco had beaten him up.

At that time, Regulus had already put on Harry's Invisibility Cloak - he was already a "dead man", he should not be seen by others.

Hermione nearly gave Draco a slap in the face in her desperation, she muttered, but Kreacher screamed that she wouldn't let her hurt "the grandson of her noble mistress", and she didn't succeed.

And Ron successfully punched the opponent's nose.

Harry lay on the ground, relieved and sad at the same time.He held out his hand to Hermione, and Hermione knelt down and took his head in her arms. "Are you all right?" she asked him, crying. "Harry, are you all right?"

"I'm fine," he tried to say, "it's not his fault," he said, "take me to the infirmary, I'm dizzy..."

"Okay," Hermione's tears rolled down his face, "Okay, Harry, you're fine, you'll be fine..."

She stared viciously at Draco, who was holding his nose, Ron was controlled by Klicer, and the wrinkled elf said fiercely, "Kritch will never allow anyone To hurt the grandson of my noble and beautiful mistress..."

"It wasn't him," Harry whispered, "it wasn't him, Hermione."

As he repeated now with Madam Pomfleur, "Yes, ma'am, yes, I just fell down the stairs..."

Madam Pomfleur glanced at Draco, who was pale, "I accidentally knocked on the door."

Of course she thought the two of them had a fight, "Young boys are always injured for various reasons," she said meaningfully, "I hope you can think carefully before you get injured, you know , not only you will get hurt, but your friends and family will be worried too."

Ron and Hermione glared at Draco while nodding, and Harry couldn't help but smile.

But his face was badly damaged. When she hit him, she really didn't think about it and didn't show mercy. She really didn't think about him.

He even suspected that she kicked and broke some of his ribs, and now as soon as he breathed, his chest began to burn.

Draco's nose was fine, but he insisted on resting in the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey wanted to refuse him, but Harry said, "He really needs a good rest," he looked at the Mrs. "Please, let him stay."

"I hope you can rest." Madam Pomfrey said finally.

Ron and Hermione were completely incomprehensible to Harry's decision, but soon Madam Pomfrey kicked them out.

Harry was lying on his hospital bed, next door was his deadly enemy, and there had been no peace between them since entering school.

But at the same time, it was he who told Vera that he could use Legilimency on himself instead of beating himself to death.

He breathed, feeling his lungs ache.

Draco was lying on the bed beside him.

"Harry Potter," he said, "I won't thank you for keeping this from you."

Harry was noncommittal, and it would have been really scary if Draco had said thank you.

"When I followed you earlier, I found that you were very afraid of her," Harry said first, "I thought it was because you were thinking too much."

Draco didn't speak.

Harry breathed and smiled wryly, "Funny isn't it?" he said, "I like her."

He took a deep breath, "I used to think about what I would do if she was that person's daughter, how would I tell my parents and Sirius that I fell in love with that person's daughter," his tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, slipping to the pillow, "You don't know how happy I was when I found out later that she was really Sirius' daughter..."

He had unconsciously begun to refuse to call Voldemort Voldemort when he was talking about her, but, that person.

"Potter," Draco said softly, "you haven't noticed yet?"

"Found what?"

……

After a while, Draco said softly, "It's nothing, Potter, it's good not to know something."

Another moment of silence.

"I'm actually scared of her," Draco said.

"The Dark Lord is afraid of her too."

"You mean Voldemort." Harry subconsciously corrected him.

Another moment of silence.

Neither Harry nor he continued speaking.

After a while, Draco continued.

"She's more moody than the Dark Lord, Potter, she was smiling a second ago, but this second, you don't even know what she did or said, anyway she's suddenly angry..."

"You don't know how terrible she looks when she's angry, she dared to tell the Dark Lord that she was going to give him an Avada... like today..." He seemed to cry, "Harry, like today or Well... she didn't use any weapons or any magic on you..."

And here Harry is now, and the girl beat him out of the concussion with her bare hands.

"I like her, but I know she doesn't like me—she'll never like me. Dad told me, mom warned me, her mom talked me out of it, even herself," he bit his lip for a while , "She told me herself that she would destroy me and tell me not to like her."

"But I can't," he cried, sobbing, "They all say how much my grandpa loved her grandmother, how he loved her like crazy, Harry, sometimes I think, I'm going crazy too... "

Harry listened quietly.

"The first time I saw her, I should have known that I was hopeless, that I couldn't do it, and I liked her. I wanted to be close to her, and when she smiled at me, I would be fascinated. Whatever she wanted me to do, I would do it. What to do, even if I'm afraid of throwing up in the bathroom later, she hugs me and kisses me on the face, I'll be fine, Harry, you said you like her, I don't know who I compare to you like her."

She kissed him on the cheek?

But she kissed my lips...

Harry thought wildly, even so he could still find something that made him better than Draco.

"I know I probably can't live without her. I used to always wonder, why is Aunt Bella so obsessed with the Dark Lord? That person doesn't even have a nose, but I'm about the same as her, and I like it People don't care about me at all, but I still like her, I'm more obsessed than Aunt Bella, because everyone warns me not to go near her, but I can't, she smiles at me, I..."

"Draco," Harry said, lying on the bed, breathing in gently, "do you think it's really necessary for the two of us to lie here and compare who likes her more?"

"No need," said Draco, "not at all because she doesn't like us, never, not at all."

"She cares about Regulus..." Harry said, feeling the other party seem to snort coldly through the curtain, "Yes, very much."

"Do you know what the hell happened to the curse on her?" Harry asked him.

"I don't know anything." Draco wiped his nose, "What she doesn't want people to know, no one else will know."

Harry listened, but felt something was wrong.

But his mind was dizzy, and he felt pain everywhere in his body.

"Are you in pain?" Draco asked him suddenly.

"Ah."

"Wait a minute." Draco opened the curtain and walked over, "Painkiller is too hard to get." He poured two drops of something he didn't know what it was into a glass, added some water and shook it Shake, "Drink it."

Harry didn't dare. "What is it?"

"Dreamling. Drinking something that can promote sleep, the wound will not hurt so much when you sleep."

Draco raised his glass and took a sip of it himself, then swallowed it exaggeratedly, "Look, it's okay, drink it."

Harry took the glass, hesitated for a while, and drank anyway.

Draco took the cup from him and put it on the bed, "We all need a good night's sleep."

After speaking, he lay back on his bed again.

After drinking the water mixed with Dreamlin, Harry felt drowsy after a while. He never thought that his deadly enemy had such a useful medicine.

It looked like he was having a hard time too.

Draco was lying on the bed, counting the time, until he heard Harry snore softly.

He got up from the hospital bed, opened Harry's bed curtain, and looked down.

The Boy Who Lived now has two scars on his head.

A line from Voldemort, in the middle of the forehead, never fades away.

A fingernail from a girl, on the brow bone, is very long, but not too deep. It will grow back one day, because now there is only a red mark like a line left.

He touched Harry's face with his finger and found that he was fast asleep.

If he took out his wand now...

Will this all end?

But he shook his head, stepped back from Harry's bed curtain, and said, "You're here, aren't you?"

The boy took off his invisibility cloak from his head, "Yes, I haven't borrowed this cloak from him yet."

He turned his face sideways, black hair covered half of his face, and the words he spit out made his opponent feel familiar, "Draco, what do you want to do?"