grryffindor secret

Chapter 18

This is probably the limit his heart can bear——

Harry's ears were itching, he felt like they had won the House Cup for the first time, first year, and he felt light all over, but he wouldn't say it.Remember that Slytherin hadn't been that lucky that year, and most of that was due to Harry Potter, of course he wouldn't be stupid enough to piss off Draco with something so far back.

"Have you ever said that to anyone else? Why are you so good at—"

"...Huh? You want to know?"

"Do not."

"You're a fool, Potter…"

"You just said 'like'! Draco, I'm really not used to Malfoy who doesn't deserve a beating."

"... Wanna fight Potter?—and you really don't know when to shut up, do you?"

"This is not a good place for a date..." They were quiet together for a while, Harry muttered, he patted Draco on the back and motioned for him to release the hand around his waist, "If we call it a "date" ..."

"So... you're really going to destroy this place?" Draco asked, standing next to Harry instead, concentrating on observing the stone pillars, "It's a bit eerie, but... it's a masterpiece..."

"Do you still agree with their pure-blood theory?" Harry asked casually, "Voldemort and..." He glanced at the colossus not far away.

Draco was silent for a few seconds, "There's nothing wrong with advocating pure blood," he said, "Muggle intermarriage increases the chances of a Squib—"

"But some Muggle-borns are better than pure-bloods—"

"...the truth, I won't deny it. I still insist on pure blood...but not so extreme." Draco said complicatedly, "This is what the Dark Lord used to deceive most people, including my father."

"Of course, he tempted them. He promised an offer they couldn't refuse—"

"By the time my father realized that that man was not really fighting for the interests of pure blood, it was too late. He was not like me. He had gone further than me. He had no choice."

Harry squeezed Draco's shoulder, "...and your decision saved your parents in the end." He said sincerely, and then took a deep breath, his desire to tell became stronger, "A lot of times, I No choice... I, I rarely really know who I am, and that person died, and I kind of finished a life's work. I thought, I, I might have been... I might have lost my way."

— flashes and eager eyes.

He's their hero and he knows they love him.

But if he had a choice, he wouldn't choose now.

"You've also seen my magic power," Harry waved his wand, and the giant snake statue closest to them turned into powder like rubble just now, "...it shouldn't be like this. If it's me now, yes You used that sixth-year spell, and I bet you couldn't make it past Snape to save you—"

"Let me guess..." Draco frowned, "I think that might be one of the reasons why you chose to avoid people, right Potter? You're afraid of hurting them."

"I don't know what gave you that hint, but I didn't avoid everyone. 'Everyone'," Harry said grumpily, trying to refute Draco, "Look, I managed to babysit a five-year-old kid." A week, no problems, and that's a damn Malfoy."

"I was easier to deal with when I was five years old, wasn't I?" Draco continued, the corners of his mouth twitching. "That's because you're always nice to people out of habit, Sage Potter, even if it's Malfoy—well, I."

"If you must say that... Hermione guesses it's another gift from the scar, from Tom Riddle himself." Harry destroyed another statue, "his spell backfired on him, while his magic bounced off me, and My scars took them..." He didn't tell anyone about it, and Draco listened quietly, following behind him as Harry pulverized the statues and stone pillars along the way one by one, as if to vent , "You must understand, Draco. As you said, I could be a second Voldemort if I wanted to, I'm too dangerous, I shouldn't—"

"You won't," Draco interrupted, "you won't let yourself be like that."

Harry felt that he might be a little vexatious, but he continued, "I just want to be a normal 17-year-old boy, not what I am now." He stopped, and they stood in the middle of the Chamber of Secrets, surrounded by SalazarSlytherin The colossal statue watching, "... always worrying that I will go crazy one day."

"That's your problem? Potter... when did you become so timid? I know you want to go back to them—if you do, go ahead and do it." Draco pulled Harry's shoulders, "You Don't worry about your extra magic hurting anyone else, neither will we—Granger and Weasley... and your Gryffindors."

"…I haven't spoken to them, including Ron and Hermione."

"Should I be honored?"

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Well - anyway, you're not alone with it now." Draco smirked, "You should change your way of thinking, you have me."

"Oh, a boyfriend who is proficient in the dark arts."

"It's your honor, Potter."

Harry felt like an electric shock hit him, hit his heart, it called a strike.

In the end, he didn't really destroy the Chamber of Secrets, but just destroyed the stone pillars and statues as if venting his anger. Except for the colossus of SalazarSlytherin, the rest was a mess, and he stopped Draco from trying to bring some pieces back.Even Harry had kept the basilisk's body, because Draco was sure that Snape must have wanted to study its venom and snakeskin.Now not everyone can let a toad to hatch eggs without telling the Ministry of Magic——

"Perhaps the Godfather will give Gryffindor a five for your generosity."

"Unless he's crazy," Harry said sarcastically, without lifting an eyelid, "—or I'm crazy."

They turned back the same way, and Draco still couldn't get used to the huge and terrifying snake skin and animal bones all over the place. When he heard that the Weasley could bear to wait for Harry here (Lockhart was really useless), Draco His expression twisted, and he let go of Harry's hand - even so, he was finally relieved after they each got on their brooms.

"Don't think twice! Potter!" Draco threatened, not really sounding so intimidating.

"Then we're just praying that if Snape really wants to study it - that monster, he won't choose you as his assistant -"

Draco's face suddenly paled, "You must be my curse," he said, "Harry Potter…"

They returned to the castle, Harry was dragged by Draco back to their dormitory, and then ordered to take a shower, he dug out a change of clothes and went into the bathroom, Draco was obviously about to swagger to follow, but Harry closed it just in time The bathroom door.

"Don't even think about it!" he yelled, "Malfoy!"

"As a five-year-old, I've seen it many times—"

"Look at Merlin...! Damn—"

Draco didn't miss the sound of Harry scrambling over bottles from the bathroom. He knocked on the door and got a louder voice: "I'm going to the cellar to change, I'll be back soon."

Harry tidied himself up quickly when he heard the door knock, and when he came out wiping his hair, Draco hadn't returned yet, and he walked to the window, it seemed that five-year-old Draco's cot was a bit redundant now, if he wasn't there If you live here.It was sunny outside, and the snowman they had built together was still there, apparently his protective spell had worked, except it looked lonely.

"You can shrink it down and put it in a bottle." Draco's voice suddenly appeared behind him, startling Harry, who turned to stare at the Slytherin sitting on the bed.

"What did you say?" Harry's hair stood on end dangerously. "Malfoy...I didn't hear you come in."

"You're so preoccupied," said Draco, who had already changed into clean clothes, no robes, just shirts, and he was lounging on the head of the bed, "You don't call me Draco anymore, Potter." He blinked innocently.

Harry stared at Draco wordlessly for a while, and looked away first, "You didn't call me Harry..." he said, and then wanted to slap himself in the next second, "Okay, I don't care -"

"Harry." Draco called his name with a smile, and pulled Harry over to sit next to him.They sat side by side on the bed, facing out the window, as if they were in an astronomy tower. Draco leaned against him, body heat coming through the thin shirt. Harry turned his head slightly so he could see the boy's profile.

Harry took a deep breath, resting his hand on his forehead, trembling at what he had done.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked.

"Nothing," Harry said, "I thought, well, you know, it's, it's late, we should, should we go back? I should go find Hermione and Ron, you don't know, I jumped from the tower and they Gotta be freaked out...and I bet Zabini's waiting for you—"

"Wait, did you really jump off the tower??" Harry was a little overwhelmed by his cheerfully probing attitude, and he decided to do something to bypass the question, after all he was stupid enough to actually jump—

"...What did you mean by shrinking it into a bottle?" Harry pointed out the window.

Draco shrunk the snowman with some unknown spell, put it in a palm-sized jar, and sealed it with beeswax.Not even changing the shape of the snowman at all, it was there intact, and it was cold to the touch when Draco handed it into his palm.You don't want to see it go away, do you? Draco spoke to him in an affirmative tone.Damn, like Ron said, he's like a little girl in love.

"Your ridiculous lion hat is getting smaller too," Draco said, and Harry bet he did it on purpose.

"It's ok... thanks," he said, and Harry tried to look like he didn't care, but he couldn't keep his eyes off the little bottle, rubbing his fingers against it, and it reminded him of Ma. The crystal ball that snows in the melon world, the kind that looks just as beautiful and is often given as a gift.

This is really strange, since yesterday he has been feeling full in his chest, which has been lingering, and this feeling has been pushed to the peak after he got the snowman's vial.It's not the same as when Ginny was together, he wanted to say a lot to Draco, he wanted to hear Draco say a lot to him, even if they were sitting dryly together and doing nothing, He also felt that his heart was about to burst from that subtle sense of satisfaction.They seemed to become close overnight, but it seemed to add up day by day, and Harry always felt so nervous.He wanted to observe Draco Malfoy, to see if he was as neurotic as himself, wanting to say something, but afraid of breaking some invisible balance if he said it.

Everything is really different, isn't it?He suddenly didn't care whether he was about to fall into the abyss, or ushered in some rare dawn——

"When did the snow stop?" Harry asked.

"I don't know... maybe just now." Draco said cooperatively, "Then..."

"What?" Harry replied quickly, as if he'd been waiting, and that was the signal.

"We should go find our friends," Draco said. "We've missed lunch and I'm getting a little hungry."

They decided to go to the kitchen to grab something first, and Draco demanded that Harry go with him to the Slytherin cellar to fetch Blaise after that, and finally they would join Granger and Weasley in Gryffindor Tower.

"Would Snape think he was dreaming if he saw you in Gryffindor Tower?"

"And my father," Draco smirked.

Harry was looking forward to the meeting of the five soon, and had a hunch that they were going to have something to say.

When he climbed in through the portrait opening with Draco and Blaise, Harry heard Ron yell, "Damn it! I'm dreaming??!" The next second, Griffin flew from Hermione's arms When it came out, it gave a happy chirp, then flapped its wings and landed on Draco's shoulder.

"Weasley, your voice is loud enough to wake up all the portraits in the castle." Blaise said, frowning, rubbing his ears and self-consciously occupying the armchair closest to the fireplace - usually Ron's favorite. As soon as he moved his hands and gestures with joy, he obviously regarded himself as an audience.

"Harry, what's going on here?" Hermione asked, "You're freaking us out... I never thought you'd jump from there—"

"Good afternoon,—Granger." Before Harry could say anything, Draco took a step forward and held out his hand. Ron (and Harry) watched him dumbfounded, and his mouth fell open again. Type O.

Hermione's surprise only lasted for a second, as if she suddenly understood something, she glanced at Harry, and rolled her eyes because of her good friend's unbelievable expression, then she also stretched out her hand, gently Shaking Draco's hand firmly, "Hello, Malfoy."

"What the hell is going on??" Ron jumped up, standing between Harry and the two Slytherins, looking back and forth at them, "Malfoy?? Zabini?? Mione???"

"Well, you guys are my best friends, of course I want you to know..." Harry hesitated, what should he say to keep Ron from—

"That's it." Draco moved closer to Harry suddenly, and planted a quick kiss on Harry's lips.

Everyone fell silent, including Harry.

"He's mine."

"That's brutal, Draco," said Blaise, no longer slumped in the armchair, but leaning forward with a look on his face, "Look, you're scaring our poor little Weasley into a what happened?"

"My nightmare came true?" Ron muttered, falling backwards onto the couch, covering his face with his hands, watching Harry and Draco through his fingers, "Harry really fucked Malfoy?? !"

"Ron!" Hermione called out his name reproachfully.

"Okay ok..." Ron rubbed his cheeks hard, staring at Draco, "...but he's an asshole!"

"He used to be a real jerk," said Harry, still worried, always on the lookout for Ron to throw a slap at Draco, "but now—oh... well, he is now, too."

"Ginny—"

"No, Ron...don't start—"

"What happened to that little weasel?"

"I warn you not to call her that! Malfoy!" Ron stood up.

"Weasley! Take back your wand! I'm still here!"

"It's none of your fucking business Zabini—"

"Draco, you better apologize—"

"Don't even think about it! Potter!"

"Enough!" Hermione yelled, and there was a loud bang from her wand, and everyone fell silent again.

"Yes, yes," said Harry, looking directly at Ron, "I'm with Draco Malfoy."

Ron's wand lowered, "...but that's Malfoy!" he struggled.

"I know. He's Draco Malfoy."

"But……"

"Ron..." Harry shook his head.

Ron was silent, and he turned to Draco, "If you hurt Harry..." He shook his fist, "You know what will happen to me, Malfoy." Draco also put away his wand, along with his original With haughty looks on their faces, they decided to take a short break, "And don't call her that, Ginny!" Ron added, before slumping back onto the couch.

"About Harry, I promise you," Draco said, with a seriousness that Ron and Hermione had never seen before, and then his eyebrows raised, "but the second point depends on whether she provokes me—"

"See? Harry! He's still that bastard!"

"Okay you two..." Hermione cut off Ron and Draco's conversation before the atmosphere became tense again, "Griffin's freaked out - oh no, it seems like he's a little bit angry..."

Their eyes focused on the little thing on Draco's shoulder, which was hunched over and growling in Ron's direction.

"Why?" Ron said blankly. "What did I do?"