[HP] Crack

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, he turned his head, Draco was walking here.He stopped as soon as he saw him, and seemed annoyed at his own reaction, walking past him without looking away.

"Malfoy," Harry called after him, who didn't answer.He got up and walked towards him, and the chair was brought with a harsh sound.

Draco stopped in front of the cupboard, bent over to look for something, Harry patted him on the shoulder, and the boy shook him off impatiently.

"Malfoy, what are you looking for?"

"Do not talk to me."

"Why don't you use the Coming Charm—" Harry cut off, realizing he'd taken his wand from him.Sure enough, Draco froze and glared back at him viciously.

Harry touched his nose and asked again, "Are you here for dinner too?"

Draco snorted, knocked him aside forcefully, crouched down and opened a cabinet door underneath.Harry followed him and squatted down, looking inside curiously, and found a small bag of snacks in the cabinet.

Draco pulled it out and held it in his arms. He noticed Harry's eager eyes, raised his eyebrows, and showed a smug smile: "I won't give it to your Potter, you just go hungry."

"Uh...do you have any other food at home?"

"There are house-elves, but they won't listen to you."

"Um... do you know where Voldemort is?"

"I don't know. The master ordered us not to talk to you, or we will be punished as traitors." A trace of fear flashed in his eyes when he heard the name, and he pursed his mouth tightly, "I have to go."

"Wait a minute—" Harry grabbed his arm subconsciously, Draco shook him off, but Harry grabbed him again, "Tell me, what else did he say?"

"If you want to know what Lord Voldemort said, you should ask directly." A cold voice sounded from the door, Harry stopped, and Draco's face turned pale instantly.They turned their heads and saw that Voldemort's tall figure blocked the door without any gaps.

"Lord, master..." Draco began trembling, so much that Harry couldn't help but suspect that the snack bag in his hand would drop at any moment, "I—I didn't want to talk to him, it was Potter— —”

"I didn't ask you, Draco."

Draco shut his mouth immediately.

Voldemort's gaze turned to Harry, slowly moving to his hand that was holding Draco's arm.Harry subconsciously relaxed.

His complexion looked better now, and he strode towards him, waving his hand to signal Draco to leave, and Draco immediately ran out without saying a word.

Harry looked at him hostilely, the distance between them was unnaturally close, and Voldemort's hand fell on his shoulder, the long and thin hand gently stroking the protruding bone.Harry felt a little itchy.

"What did you say to them?" he asked warily, taking a step back from his hand.

"I knew you would try to get information from them, so I settled the matter ahead of time," said Voldemort casually.

"But—what's the punishment for being a traitor?" Harry opened his mouth, and finally just said this sentence.

"Of course it is execution."

Harry's heart was beating heavily, and he grabbed his sleeve reflexively: "How could you do that?"

"Why, do you sympathize with them?" The man raised his eyebrows.

"No, but how can you kill for such a reason?"

"If you don't want them to be killed, it's better not to play tricks."

Harry still wanted to argue, but Voldemort stopped him impatiently: "Eat first, then go to stay in the room."

"Why? You said I was free to move about."

"Night is not included. There are a lot of thieves who sneak in here at night, so I set up some special magic. They don't have eyes."

He flicked his wand lightly, and several exquisite small plates and tableware appeared on the dining table. Black pepper steak, buns, and a bowl of hot soup were placed on the plates, and there was a faint aroma.

Harry had to sit down at the table, grab his fork and knife and start cutting up the steak.He absently fed the beef into his mouth while thinking about what he had just said.

The one who dared to sneak in here at night is definitely not a thief, nor is it an ordinary person... It is very likely to be other important people... For example, the members of the Order of the Phoenix who came to rescue him?Harry's stomach constricted just thinking about it, and he could barely swallow.If his conjecture is true, if... He must find a chance to sneak out at night to take a look. Of course, today is not a good time.

The dinner ended in their own ulterior motives, and Harry followed Voldemort back to the bedroom. He tried his wand for a while, exhausted himself, and then went to take a bath.

"I don't have pajamas," he said, "do you have any here?"

The fragrance of bathing floated in the air. The man who had just come out of the bathroom glanced at him, took the wand from the table and waved it casually, and needles and threads were quickly intertwined in mid-air, and a dark nightgown fell on him. on the knee.

Harry rubbed his chin, picked up his nightgown and was about to go in, when Voldemort called him from behind: "Wait a minute, take off your clothes here."

"what?"

"Your clothes, they need to be washed," he said slowly, examining his dirty coat. "Of course, you probably don't want to wear Muggle clothes like that anymore."

"No, uh, that's what I wear." Harry stammered, a little uncomfortable, "I can wash it myself."

Voldemort looked at him noncommittally.

"Well - I went first." His gaze made Harry's scalp tingle, and he fled.When standing by the spacious and clean bathtub, he really didn't know why he was so nervous.

Harry took off his sticky clothes and sat down by the pool, sinking his legs, looking at his contorted and swaying face on the water.

After all distracting thoughts subsided, a deep sense of confusion surfaced, he sighed, and raised his legs to disperse the reflection in the water.What should he do? ...He didn't know if he could still kill him with all his heart, but why couldn't he?He wavered, for some ridiculous reason he didn't know... Harry shook his head and slid into the water, letting the hot water wrap around him.

It is very comfortable to take a bath in the bathing pool of Malfoy Manor. The water temperature of the bathing pool can be automatically adjusted according to the needs. There are various magic bath liquids, shampoos, and bath towels around for selection. There is also a stereo sound system that can play ghosts. The latest music from the sisters.But Harry is not in the mood to enjoy it at all right now. After a brief rinse, he wrapped himself in a bath towel, dried himself, and came out.

The nightgown Voldemort had magically woven for him was silky soft and fitted unexpectedly, and it reminded him of something awful.Harry sat down on the edge of the bed, climbed slowly into bed, threw back the covers and lay down.The overhead lights went out, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness.A cold breath came towards him, Harry's mind froze, the man clasped his waist and pressed him into his arms.He swallowed, his body stiffened.

Voldemort glanced down at him, put his thumb on his back, and said, "Relax, Potter."

Harry took a breath, and his breathing became even more difficult.The nightgown on him was so thin that Voldemort's hands seemed to be hugging him directly against his skin, which was even more annoying than being completely naked.His fingertips were slightly firm, his chest was cold, Harry's throat was blocked, and Harry struggled involuntarily, trying to break free from his arm.

"What are you doing, Potter!" the man growled, pressing him down on the bed board and holding his hands, "Don't make me angry, I don't want to teach you a lesson now."

Harry's face was sunk in the pillow, struggling to breathe.He shook his head, felt something, and his heart beat faster.

The person lying on top of him obviously also realized how ambiguous their posture was.The night is a time that allows any mistakes to happen, their breaths slowly rise and fall, intertwined, he let go of one hand, and slowly pushed Harry's nightgown to his waist.

Harry gripped the pillow tightly. He was making what he imagined come true.He tried to stop himself from meeting him, it was hard to do, his proximity excited him, he couldn't say if he had been looking forward to it for a long time - it couldn't be - but no one could make him like this before sink.His hand was out in front of him, all the way down, and Harry was sweating and writhing with excitement.