grryffindor secret

Chapter 17

Draco let out a grin, and Harry was dizzy for a moment, thinking it must be the harsh sunlight hitting the boy from behind. "You're always unexpected, Potter," he said.

"Don't you dare?" Harry has never provoked anyone so cautiously like now. He is always paying attention to Draco's expression, even if he raises his eyebrows a little, he is afraid that the other party will leave him with a decisive back again, "Pray not to spit out your breakfast? Malfoy?"

"Good idea!" Draco's smile deepened, and even though his tone was so vicious, it's a good thing he wasn't in the same bad mood as he was in the Astronomy Tower, "Get your broom, Scarhead! "

Harry's blood boiled uncontrollably. It's true that he hadn't touched a broomstick or Quidditch in a long time, and if there was any opponent that could excite him, it was Draco Malfoy.He summoned his firearms, mounted them deftly, and flew to level with Draco, looking straight at the Slytherin. Harry was about to summon the old snitch in the storage room when Draco actually pulled a snitch out of his pocket - he keenly recognized that it was the one that Blaise had given him at the age of five instead of Crabbe, which also made him There was an inexplicable cramping pain in his chest, and before Harry had much time to settle, Draco raised his chin at him, indicating that the match was about to begin.

Harry nodded, took a deep breath, Draco let go, and the Snitch spread his wings, disappearing in an instant. Both Harry and Draco were intently searching for the golden orb, and they circled the sky together, exchanging innocently defiant looks from time to time.

This was probably the first peaceful match between them. Both Draco and Harry put the previous unpleasantness behind them for a moment, focusing on the speed and the wind, the little Snitch and each other.

"Too slow! Malfoy!"

"...Damn it! Shut up! Crazy Gryffindor!"

Harry laughed, and suddenly he felt that everything was not gray anymore, and even the unhealed burn marks of black magic on the edge of the Forbidden Forest seemed lovely.

"Remember flying lessons in first year—?" he asked aloud, as Draco and he dived side by side toward the edge of the field, "Thanks to you, Malfoy, I was able to—"

Sensing something acutely, Draco gave Harry a quick, exasperated look: "Don't say it! Potter! You'll regret it—"

"—Join the team!"

"——FUCKYOU!! HARRY POTTER!!"

They raised their brooms at the same time and went straight up again - he saw, little golden dots, swinging between the Slytherin and Gryffindor stands, and he raised his eyebrows excitedly, and Harry touched He fired his fire, signaled it to speed up - Draco followed closely behind him, they were no longer parallel, but the distance between them was only a dozen centimeters -

While approaching the target, Harry suddenly did a huge 360-degree spin in the air, looking as if his broom had failed - allowing him to circle behind Draco.And because of his violent movements, Draco was startled, then stopped the broom abruptly, turned and stared at Harry.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Harry faced Draco directly, and he sped up again—Draco realized something, but he had no time to turn—Harry stretched out his hand when he flew parallel to him, grabbed the golden snitch by Draco's ear, and stabilized It stopped firmly beside him.

"I'm sorry," he said suddenly.

Draco pulled his broom back a little. "Excuse me for what?" he asked.

"Everything, today at the Astronomy Tower—"

"Has anyone ever told you that you're hot looking to catch the Snitch?" Draco cut him off.

Harry was stunned by his words, he didn't know what expression to put on, he chose to put on a straight face, pinching the golden snitch helplessly.Snowflakes fell in the sky at the right time, as if they couldn't bear to see the dry look of the two of them.

"Be serious, Malfoy, well... when are you passing by?"

"You want to know?"

"No." Harry replied quickly, with an expression he only showed when Snape asked him to answer a question - full of determination, and "drink a bottle of poison at worst" without hesitation.He brought his broom so close to Draco's that their tails almost tangled.

"I have something to tell you," he said, forcing himself to look Draco in the face, even though his hair was as messy as his own from the flight just now, but Harry thought it couldn't be more cute.

"...Xi Er Gong--"

- oh... his first time doing this, Harry prayed wildly in his mind, hoping that if his father and Sirius found out, they wouldn't wake up and lecture him - he tugged on Draco's tie and forced him to go forward Leaning, ignoring his glasses to hit Draco's nose, Harry kissed him hard.

It took all of his Gryffindor courage.

Draco's lips parted in surprise, which gave him the opportunity to enter, and Harry gave a smack between his lips and teeth in frustration, giving up the resistance to what was in his head.He'd never done that, not even with Ginny, let alone Cho - it probably wasn't even a kiss compared to what they were doing now.It was also completely different from the light touch last night, Harry just felt like he was losing the ability to breathe bit by bit.

The Snitch was still in Harry's hands, and slowly, Draco took the initiative back, and one of his arms climbed up Harry's back, pushing him close to him, almost chest to chest—the moment Harry seemed to be loosened by force, his fingers slowly stretched out, and the Snitch struggled to fly away again.And neither of them was distracted from it, just focused on each other, trying to kiss each other's soul out.

—He was lost again.

He was lost again because of Draco Malfoy.

It may have been a lifetime, and finally Harry pushed Draco away a little, but his hands were still tightly gripping Draco's shoulders, panting heavily.

"Whoa, Potter... Potter ya Potter. I should have known... you're an action guy." Draco smiled playfully, resting his forehead on Harry's, "if your 'talks' were this intense. I don't Mind... listen to it a few more times..."

"Malfoy," Harry said hoarsely, "I mean, actually—"

"What?" Draco looked at him intently, admiring Harry Potter's usual embarrassment with Draco Malfoy.

"...Would you like to take care of Gry with me?"

—Draco looked like Harry just said his favorite professor was Severus Snape.

"...you clearly need more vocabulary, Potter," Draco said flatly, only his eyes brightened again, "a - little hero with few words."

Harry wanted to yell, he felt like his fire was about to lose its weight, because of his stuffed, heavy chest and heart.

"That's really sorry..." Harry muttered unapologetically, he imitated Draco's smirk, but there was a lot of sincerity in his eyes, "...I don't think I'll be able to get over this anytime soon."

"yes?"

Draco stepped back a bit, crossed his arms and looked at him with half a smile, they still insisted on hanging in the air, in the flying snow, Harry felt hot and anxious because of Draco's lazy look, he felt that his clumsy cover-up and bending Bend was seen through again——

"Okay, okay!" he yelled resignedly, biting his lower lip. "You win, Malfoy."

Draco raised his eyes in satisfaction, waiting for Harry's next words, "...then?" he asked.

"—I think I like you." Harry considered jumping off his broomstick, or knocking Draco off his broomstick, "Damn! Is that okay? You're an asshole, Mal—Draco."

"Um... have you always been this slow, Potter? Is this how you defeated the Dark Lord?"

Harry blushed at Draco's teasing, he'd been led by the bloody Slytherin for too long, and then he had a bold idea.

"Draco, want to go somewhere with me?"

"What?" Draco looked at him in bewilderment, and he pulled back his playful expression.

"Come on, get your broom."

Draco followed Harry blankly to the girls' bathroom full of memories again.Myrtle hid aside, watching the two boys secretly.

"What are you doing here?" Draco asked sullenly, eyebrows raised, obviously remembering their sixth year past in the boys' room. "Want another friendly bathroom duel, Potter?"

"Give me a few seconds." Harry gestured with his hand up, staring at the little snake on the sink. In fact, he was already very proficient at doing this now, and he didn't need to deliberately shake his head or anything else.

Open it, he hissed.

Draco looked intimidated, hearing Harry's Reptilian up close for the first time.

The passage was open, and the thick pipe still looked cold, and Harry noticed the shock on the other boy's face, his broom and wand gripped tightly, and his face paler.

"What the hell is this?"

"Your Slytherin bullshit heritage, so to speak," Harry grimaced. "My special contribution award in second year. Now, let's get down into it."

Draco seemed to be choking on something, staring at the dark entrance, "You're kidding," he took a step back, "I'm not going down."

"I promise you'll be fine," Harry couldn't help laughing at the look on Draco's face, "that damn basilisk is dead, okay? I promise you it won't come back to life, it's dead— —”

"Basilisk! You're kidding," Draco said sharply, snorting, defiant all over.

"Oh Draco." Harry felt a headache, okay, but he had already made up his mind to go down, he thought, he took another deep breath, and showed that expression of self-improvement without hesitation, "Come on." Harry pulled over The boy's wrists brought him closer to him, and he wrapped his lips around Draco's, kissing him lightly, running a hand down his back reassuringly, feeling Wyris Lythering's body slowly relax, Draco began to respond to him.

The two parted after a while, Draco lowering his eyes, looking at least less frightened, and Harry cupping his face.

"I'll remember this to calm you down, Draco."

"...Potter. I hate you."

He smiled.

The feeling of sliding down the pipe was as unpleasant as ever, and he bet it would still be sticky in another thousand years, except this time he was with Draco, kind of surreal, but it happened.

"I swear there won't be a second time!" After landing, Harry lit his wand, which allowed Draco to see what was on the ground, and he screamed at Harry, not even caring that his always neat robes were stained. mud.

"There won't be a second time, Draco, calm down." Harry took his hand and said firmly, "This will be the last day this damn place exists at Hogwarts."

"What?" Now it was Draco's turn to be confused, he let Harry hold his left hand, his right clenched his wand tightly, always feeling like something was going to rush out, "It's wet like hell in here..."

They walked around the rubble, and saw the huge snakeskin first, Draco let out an exclamation from the throat, moved closer to Harry, and walked through the long passage together until they came to the final door, Harry hissed it open.Normally, Draco would have admired the stone pillars engraved with big snakes and the emeralds inlaid with them, but now, the sight in front of him made him gasp.

"Merlin..." Harry's hand hurt as he grabbed Harry, he looked in awe at the colossal statue of SalazarSlytherin at the end of the Chamber of Secrets, and the ugly twisted corpse of the basilisk there, "Tell me you didn't do this, Potter..."

"In second year, I killed this. Technically, Voldemort was here then." Harry said grimly, as if talking about someone else. "I almost died too, anyway, in the end I lived." Come down. When you are "this person"." He pointed sarcastically at the scar on his forehead.

"How the hell did you do that? You're only 12," Draco murmured, more like he was asking himself.

"Now all we have to do is destroy everything here, let them all go to hell." Harry said, looking around, staring at where Ginny was lying at that time, and the corpse of the basilisk not far away, faintly visible own dried blood.It reminded him of Fawkes, not knowing where it went after the funeral, he really missed it, and now the feeling was crowded in his chest even more strongly because of the circumstances. "Hmm I guess the Crushing Charm would be nice, or set it on fire? I should have asked Hermione...I'm not sure if Slytherin left any protective spells—"

Draco looked at Harry hesitantly, "I think I understand that there is a suitable spell, if you are strong enough, maybe you can destroy half of this here, I guess." He paused, "Theoretically it can cut through All defenses, but that's black magic..."

"Whatever it is," Harry said nonchalantly.

"Are you really that Saint Potter?"

Shrugging, Draco informed Harry of the spell, and reminded him that the desire to destroy something must be strong enough. He took a few steps back, and then summoned a piece of gravel at the entrance, and put a layer of defense on it, allowing Harry as the subject of the experiment.

Harry waved his wand, said the spell, and in an instant, the huge piece of rubble was reduced to dust.

"I think I should get used to this sooner rather than later," Draco raised his eyebrows, looking at him suspiciously, "My boyfriend, Harry Potter, who is so talented in the dark arts...you really won't be the next Dark Lord, are you?" ?”

Harry figured he must look like a troll, he'd been so stupid with Draco so many times these days.

"Wait, you admit you're my boyfriend?"

"Or is it something else?" Draco said angrily, "You don't want to? Or do you want to go back to that little Weasley? Don't think I didn't know you saved her from here and that little weasel has been dead on you ever since— —”

"Oh, no, of course not! And don't call her that! You bastard." Harry turned sharply to face Draco, looking at him in disbelief, "...boyfriend?" He gestured to them both.

Draco rolled his eyes and strode closer to Harry, who was annoyed to find that he had really grown taller since he recovered, at least half a head taller than him—then Draco grabbed him and pressed him to his chest, half uncomfortably Bending over, one of the blond Slytherin's arms wrapped around his waist, preventing him from moving away.

"Hey what are you doing! My neck..."

"Shut up... Potter," Draco said haughtily, "Listen."

Harry fell silent, he heard Draco's breathing above him, felt his chest rise and fall, and next to his ear, Draco's heart beat violently.

"It's you who are afraid."

"Maybe a little, I admit." Draco smiled, and his chest vibrated a few times.

Harry's whole body was filled with joy, and regardless of their circumstances, and his aching neck, he was willing to be happy for a while.

He was fully aware of the proportion of this Slytherin in his life, he was attracted to him, and he unconsciously accumulated "like" feelings little by little.He felt himself sinking step by step.And he finally understood dully that this was not a feeling that would overflow in a day or two.

Harry really wanted, and he did, to have a place in Draco's life, and he loved him as much as he did.

"This is my answer..."

"What?" Harry straightened up, he was much more comfortable this way, and Draco hugged him even tighter, he subconsciously held his breath, resting his chin on Draco's shoulder, waiting for his next words.

"I think I like you too...Harry." Draco whispered into his ear, like a feather brushing against his ear.