The key to the door given by felton was slightly off in the landing location...maybe more than a few!
When Draco was dizzy and landed by Wanda's collar, he wanted to vomit out everything in his stomach. But when he could stand firmly on the ground with his feet, he looked at where they were with his legs weak. , I was so stunned that I almost went crazy.
Behind is an almost damaged temple with only half of it left, surrounded by some stone pillars engraved with strange totems. A little ahead, there is a brilliant collision of energy, flying sand and rocks in the dark sky, and human bodies falling hard to the ground or buildings. Sound... in short this place has it all.
If a hundred slytherins and a hundred gryffindors started fighting in a corridor, it wouldn't be any more chaotic than this!
"Let's go!" Wanda didn't give him a chance to think. As she shouted, she reached out and grabbed the boy's collar. Using the energy running in her hands as momentum, she avoided the debris of a flying stone pillar, which hit him. A deep hole was made in the ground. Draco has seen Wanda hit people with that red light, seen her use this power to control more things at her fingertips, and now he has seen another way of using this power - flying.
"Hold my waist."
"What?!"
"I-said-hold my waist!"
Wanda impatiently crossed the boy's two hands and fixed them on her waist, and told him, "Hold tight in a moment, use any method to help you fix it, any spell will do - as long as you don't fall." .”
Draco just tightened his arms in confusion, and before he could recover from the fact that he had come into close contact with his friend's sister, Wanda soared into the air and didn't make a perfectly curved parabola before falling again - they were so real Flying in the air without wings or the broom in Draco's hand.
This is a very scary experience. You leap over this battlefield without any protection. Looking at the past, there are many people who can kill you, but what you do is to hug a woman's waist and let the cold or hot energy explode below. Don't dare to test it with a finger. The venue is so big and there are so many people fighting. In one second, you can see two or three people knocked to the ground, or not even ashes are left.
Wanda rushed very fast, and the familiar wind pressure oppressed every nerve of the two people. Draco was glad at the moment that he was a Quidditch player. Crazy, impact and speed were always what they were used to, otherwise he might have fallen off halfway. He fell down because of the pressure, because of the various attacks that passed by, and because of everything here. And when they successfully entered some areas ahead, the strong wind disrupted Wanda's jumping and flying direction. She just frowned and let the light form a water-like barrier in front of her. Wind, sand, rocks, and bullets (yes, he knew it) Those were Muggle bullets) and deflected energy rays creating ripples on it.
It's just magic.
"I knew no one would let us pass peacefully." When Draco was thinking this, he heard Wanda say coldly. At the same time, she turned around with him, and what greeted him on the red barrier was the sharp edge of a weapon. With one blow, the purple light was no match for the red, but it had a cold and spine-numbing strong sense of invasion, "But seriously? It's just you, 'Psylocke'."
She was no longer speaking in questions, but in declarative sentences. Her tone clearly meant that 'you alone are not enough'.
The collision of energy and energy thorns was mixed with a crisp clang. The weapon flowing with purple light forced them back a few steps under the strength of the holder, but was unable to break Wanda's energy barrier. Draco held Wanda's waist and could tilt his head to see that when Wanda pushed hard with one hand, the attacker fell to the ground below - she actually jumped up to attack.
It was an Asian woman with hair that looked strangely purple to Draco. She was dressed like a ninja in the movie. She had a hot body and sharp eyes. Draco said that the weapons in her hands were too hot. One hit and it's over.
"It's you. Wanda Django Maximoff." The Asian woman whispered the name like a song, "The nickname is Scarlet Witch. Why are you standing in the resistance team? There is no reason."
"You don't need to know." Wanda's voice sounded careless, as if there was a waiter sitting across from her asking her if she wanted to go to the spa.
"...Do you know her?" Draco didn't even know that his voice was out of tune because he was so surprised.
"She used to work for an information dealer, and I need information, and there is nothing that a businessman can't buy or sell." Of course Wanda would not explain more to him. After a few words, her green eyes stared at Psylocke. On the body, the latter was like a swift and fierce leopard. After landing quickly on the ground, he stepped on the corpse of a mutant and jumped up. The height of the jump made Draco stunned. He watched the woman attack her hand with the long sword dexterously and fiercely. The time between this blow and the previous blow was frighteningly short. The momentum was fierce, and the long sword drew a dazzling arc in the air, which made Draco Subconsciously he closed his eyes.
"You don't have to be afraid of her." Wanda hit him on the head with her elbow, but her eyes tightly caught Psylocke's every move, and she raised her hand, "I'm never afraid."
Why be afraid? Wanda is never afraid. Those who are stronger than herself can't do it, and those who are weaker than herself can't do it. She has always faced difficulties and will not give up until she reaches her goal. The word fear is not in her dictionary.
After Draco heard this, he felt his eyelids twitch violently a few times, but he didn't dare to disobey her and not open his eyes, but immediately, his eyes widened after opening them.
Wanda doesn't have the kind of "glance" or "loud shout" in the movie, but the things she does are more exciting and mysterious than many movies Draco has seen. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and moved the energy with her left hand like a gypsy witch moving a crystal ball. A ball of scarlet light floating in a nebula-like shape condensed in her hand, and when she put her two hands With one pull up and down, Psylocke was forcibly suspended in the air! ! Her whole body was stiff, as if she was being grasped by an invisible hand in the air, and Draco could see a look of surprise on her face. Her soft and agile body was surrounded by red energy and her figure was imprisoned. Then Draco saw Wanda press her hand down in the next second——
boom!
——With a loud bang, Psylocke was pulled hard to the ground by the overbearing pulling force. She was knocked to the ground, and Draco saw that the ground under their feet collapsed directly from the blow, and a large piece of it collapsed. The soldiers and mutant subordinates on the ground who hurried over here, or simply brought by Psylocke, were all disturbed by this blow. They were either unable to stand up or stand firm, let alone interfere.
This process seemed very strenuous, and the time it took seemed to be enough to drink a cup of tea, but when Draco came back to his senses, he found that this was just a short and terrifying time. If this was the plot of a movie, then wink and drink pumpkin. The juice will be missed. He even remembered that someone in the history of magic said this about war - 'Do you think it would take that long for a goblin's axe to fall? It is not as short as the sound of gold coins colliding. History is long, but death is not. '.
Draco shrank his neck, wanting to reach into his pocket and hold the silver bottle there tighter and safer.
Wanda shook her head and threw her long hair back. Without even looking down, she continued flying toward the other end of the war with the boy on her waist. They had an unimpeded journey, or in other words, there was no one who could stop her. When Draco occasionally looked back, he felt that there was a melee on the ground and behind him that didn't seem to belong to the world he was in. And when they walked to the center of the fast, they inevitably saw the main antagonists of this war - at least Harry's father and 'Uncle Erik', Draco recognized them, not to mention Wanda.
The weird person who had told Harry the ridiculous theory and put Harry in this situation was standing opposite them. He still had that weird blue skin, that weird decoration, and his slightly bulging eyes that were slightly shiny. , it’s creepy to watch. However, when Erik and Charles stood opposite him, he was still at ease, and Draco didn't even hear what they were saying.
The fighting and bombardment in the sky covered up all the sounds. If these people were not standing at the highest point, he would not be able to find their figures.
As for Wanda, Draco thought she would immediately let go of him to help, but Wanda just paused, then led him to move forward, even speeding up without looking back. The barrier around them shrank a little, but became more and more The more stable it is, the more ordinary attacks will only make a sound.
"Extraordinary." Godric on his waist praised so much, but Draco didn't hear it, "This is unique."
"Wanda! Hey, hey, look here!!" When Sean also saw Wanda, he roared in the air and greeted Wanda. On his back was a pair of mechanical wings as his equipment, which took him to fly very high. , Draco saw that he was wearing a set of tights, and the big x had been seen on some people who came along the way, "Where were you before... Hey, hey, it's off, the camp has moved, girl, go over there !”
"There are still three hours, hurry up!" Draco shouted.
"So - where is Peter?" Wanda asked loudly amidst the whistling wind.
"Of course it's the camp, they're watching Harry!"
Wanda saw Sean pointing to the side, turning decisively and accelerating. Her red leather jacket and the light in her hand were very conspicuous. She was like a clear target in this place, and was noticed by many people, but at that moment When Wanda refused to wait any longer, the process of sprinting was incredibly simple - she waved her hand, and even if she didn't hold the wand tightly, it could knock away countless bullets and weapons. It's not that no one wanted to stop her for their own sake, but the place where the young girl passed seemed as smooth as if it had been cut by red energy. In Draco's eyes, it was like: Whoosh~ Bang, the surrounding enemies were wiped out. No mutant or soldier wearing that kind of silver armor could stand up and pursue him again.
Then, they finally landed on the ground. Wanda didn't need to ask, she lifted her feet and walked towards one of them. Draco put his hands down from her waist. Both hands were numb and had no feeling, but looking at the time displayed on the pocket watch, He gritted his teeth and dragged his weak feet to follow.
There are only two and a half hours left, what if it takes more than two and a half hours for the unicorn's blood to work? There can't be any less time!
…………
Wanda opened the tent door with her hands, her eyes tightened and her throat tightened - Peter was not here! Draco bumped into her back and hurt his forehead, then turned a corner and stared: There is no one here!
The whole room is empty! Except for a bed! Oh no, at least Harry was lying on the bed! Even if he was covered with a white sheet and only a messy hair could be seen, Draco would not be mistaken.
"It's unbelievable. They haven't learned enough lessons?" He murmured, "If someone steals him again..." This is wrong! erik lensherr is not harry's father, so there are some omissions, of course, but charles is harry's father!
He wanted to walk over in a few steps, but Wanda slapped him away. Draco could see her face slowly turning pale... Then he suddenly realized what the patient covered with a white sheet meant. No one would cover someone with a white sheet in broad daylight without even showing their face. This is unreasonable.
"...What does this mean in your Muggle world?" Draco felt his bones cracking. He raised his head stiffly and asked Wanda, "...serious illness?"
"...No," Wanda said, her expression gradually changed from shocked blankness to doubt, "No...this should be..." She tentatively stretched out her hand, and a trace of red light stretched softly on the other side of the bed. And then, when it hit the foot of the bed, she withdrew the light, the confusion on her face deepening.
"...Well..." Godric took a breath just now and now touched his chin, "Draco, try walking over."
"What?"
"I suspect there is a concealment spell or something," Godric comforted him gently, "Go over and give it a try."
Draco took a few deep breaths and walked over with weak legs.
step. no response. Draco stopped.
"...continue." Wanda's voice was trembling. Draco could understand her mood at this moment, because he was as afraid of these few steps as she was.
Draco had to take another deep breath before he could continue walking. His back and calves were extremely stiff, his limbs were straight, and a lot of saliva was secreted from the base of his tongue due to tension. He had to swallow, but the voice was so loud that he felt it was too loud.
Two steps, three steps, four steps...
He clenched the silver bottle in his pocket, his palms covered with cold sweat.
Five, six...
No more strength. He told himself from the bottom of his heart. I have no strength left, I can't walk anymore, I can't take the seventh step. The tent was not big. It was only two or three steps away from the bed. He could see the outline of the face under the white cloth.
One more step, just one step. Another voice inside pleaded with himself. Come closer and take a look at him?
seven.
Before Draco realized anything, the seventh step had already been taken on his own - the sound of human voices and instruments flowed into his ears like a tide, and after the sweat washed his eyes, the world he saw suddenly became completely different. Peter, and another man he didn't know stared at him. A man in nursing clothes kept recording something on the paper. The most important thing was that the boy lying on the bed did not use a white sheet. With his face covered, the golden light visible to the naked eye was still flickering faintly on his body. Draco's body leaned forward involuntarily, and he shifted his weight forward and staggered forward. If he hadn't reached out and grabbed the bed rail, he would have been lying on the ground.
A not too narrow hospital bed held the boy. His eyes were closed, and he had no intention of rolling his eyes. His upper body was stripped naked, and all the scratches on his body were cleaned with potions and bandages. The wounds caused by whipping may be due to excessive weight. Therefore, a small amount of white fresh food was used, but even so, the traces still showed their existence ferociously. His knees and wrists were bruised and bruised, and the extra pair of flesh-covered bones on his back forced him to raise his head and feet, and there was a section of him that was suspended in the air... All in all, his whole person looked terrible, and several instruments were on it. There was a lonely beeping sound beside the bed, and blood was being transfused into the blood bag through a thin tube. He let out shallow breaths. If you work hard, you can catch it.
"…God," the man said sympathetically, "he's scared."
Draco didn't care that the Muggle looked at him with sympathy and pity. He let out a big breath, there was a buzzing sound in his ears, and his head was dizzy. He put his trembling hand on the hospital bed with all his thoughts, and held the unconscious Harry's hand, clumsily trying to feel something.
Although he wouldn't hug him back, it was still hot.
Merlin bless.
"How are you...," Wanda's words were very stiff, "You..." She paused suddenly, as if she realized something was wrong, and then she walked over quickly. At the same time on the seventh step, the world in front of her... Change before her.
"Wanda!" Seeing that his sister could finally see him, Peter breathed a sigh of relief and rushed toward her with open hands. Wanda hugged him tightly. The twins hugged each other tightly, and nothing could feel more secure.
"You scared me and him." Wanda sniffed, "What's going on? We only saw... Harry... like that."
"We don't know," Peter pouted and patted his sister on the back. "We only know that if we don't get so close, no one can see the real situation around here. No sound. We thought it was inconvenient at first, but then it turned out to be great—"
"It scares me very well." Wanda said.
"Of course not, Wanda," Peter said quickly, "You see, we have to wait for you to come back, and we have to ensure that Harry doesn't make any other mistakes and we have to watch these equipments. We think it is necessary to stay here, and Salazar agrees. ——" He spoke very quietly when he spoke of Salazar, because not far behind him stood Allen, Emma's husband, and Salazar did not want more people to know his existence.
"I almost thought he was dead." Wanda whispered these words. She slowly turned to the hospital bed, her hand tremblingly resting on the bed rail, while Peter held her hand and blew on her to comfort her. The siblings felt very sad when they saw the boy breathing steadily but not even opening his eyes.
Wanda asked: "Has he woke up?"
"No," Allen scratched his head anxiously, with a worried look on his face when he spoke of this. Although he has a weaker fighting ability than anyone here, in the final analysis he is the one who has the say in terms of treatment, so He quickly said, "We gave him a blood transfusion, bandaged the trauma, and did all the tests we could, but he just couldn't wake up, and his heartbeat was very weak. Look here, and here," he pointed to his hand. The last data record said, "It looks ridiculously stable from head to tail, but he just...has been on the verge of dying. And all the cells in his body seem to be overly developed. I don't know why. I don't have enough knowledge." To let me know, this may be a mutation of the mutant ability. Look at the things like the wing bones and the scales." His voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke, and the more he spoke, the more sad and ashamed he became. Rubbing his hands, "I really have no choice. The facilities here are too poor. He needs better examination and care..."
The ground suddenly shook violently at this time, as if someone was bombarding outside. At the same time, there were loud shouts from outside. Many, many, many people were shouting the same name in unison, asking that person to give them power and authority. During this vibration, everyone could see that the instruments and the stones on the ground were shaking violently. Wanda and Peter took action at the same time. One of them fixed Harry on the bed as gently as possible, and the other of Draco who almost fell to the ground and chewed the dirt. After picking it up, Allen and the nurse immediately looked at the instruments.
"Another wounded person is being carried in outside!" the nurse said hurriedly after taking a look through the window.
"You guys are taking care of him here, just for a while. Is there any problem? There are mostly nurses in the North District, and the bandaging methods are very rough. I really don't know why Emma brought them..." Allen looked around at the place. Looking at his brother and sister, he was anxious and helpless, and he stamped his feet, "I don't want to put this child here - but I have to go out on a tour to take care of other wounded - our medical staff are too few! I just say that half-heartedness is not enough. of!"
"I'll go with you. I can run very fast to help you carry the wounded back. I'm fast enough," Peter said. "So, Wanda?" He blinked, then winked at Harry and Draco, who had been staring at Harry. Obviously there is something planned.
"I'm watching them." Wanda nodded, and then Peter grabbed someone with one hand and took Allen and the nurse away. Just as they disappeared into the tent, Draco stood up immediately, and Wanda realized that he had left the She kept holding the silver bottle in her hand without turning her eyes. She reached out to open Harry's mouth when she pulled out the cork. She frowned at his hurried hands and feet, and the bottle was shaking as he carried it.
"The Muggles are finally gone..." Draco complained in a low voice, and Wanda could see that it was Godric's portrait and what he whispered, "I didn't - listen, I didn't discriminate against Muggles, but - this one Vials of unicorn blood are damn precious.”
Although the silver liquid was called 'blood', when the cork was removed, a pleasant mint-like smell filled the air instead of the smell of blood. The bottle was slippery with sweat, and Draco held his breath, fearing that it would slip to the ground with his hand. He held Harry's chin with one hand and tried to force his mouth open, and then poured all the unicorn blood in. But there was nothing that could be done, Harry was clenching his teeth tightly, and it was even harder to squeeze in a little bit of food than the broken coin slot.
Wanda stretched out her hand to help him open Harry's chin and fix it. Of course, she was much gentler than Draco, but she was also stronger. Draco immediately started to forcefully feed Harry with both hands. This is really difficult. For a person with clenched teeth, shallow breathing, and no consciousness, you may even doubt whether he can drink well.
"There is water here, why don't you give it a try first," Godric reminded him, "You can't waste unicorn blood - it's not even cursed! This is the only good thing that can save lives! Don't panic, Don't panic, boy, Harry will be fine..." He soothed in a deep, gentle voice that sounded reliable.
Another sharp sound exploded outside, so harsh that both people's ears hurt. This time you can hear it coming from a closer place. Wanda didn't know what was going on outside, but she knew they had to move quickly.
"I guess we will have to move him with him later. We don't have time to feed him water." Wanda could easily sense that the chaos outside had gradually spread to this side, and there was a hint of anxiety in her tone. " How is it going? Can you feed it in?"
"But you can't feed it fast!" Godric reminded, "Also, Merlin, where did Sala go? I think he is here, but I can't see him!"
No one cares about his last question for the time being.
The tent is neither big nor small, and they can see the scene outside even when standing next to the bed. The ground outside was full of smoke and dust, and the light from the explosion's fire and energy collision made the sky sometimes dark and sometimes dazzling; debris and dust all fell on the ground, including buildings, materials, fabrics, and people... From here, we can see that there are indeed wounded people being carried in at a trot, and there are also soldiers wearing the silver armor with the temple logo trying to rush in and die here.
Although she only ran a short distance, Wanda never stopped inquiring about various news. She knew clearly that soldiers of ordinary races were all believers, and they hated the mutants who resisted the 'gods' so much that they even cut off their heads and hung them on the pillars of the temple. How could mutants treat them like this? Will you be polite? No, the people under Erik who can go to the battlefield are all adults. They may be restrained, but they are not charitable.
It's a mess.
Draco covered Harry's ears with both hands - the sound just now was too harsh - and his whole body was covered in cold sweat. His eyes scanned the area, and finally he simply grabbed an empty syringe from the table next to him and handed it to Wanda: "You know how to use this, right?"
Thanks Muggle Summer Camp! At least he still knows this needle!
Wanda was unequivocal. She took the syringe and the bottle. After confirming that it was clean, she filled about a quarter of a syringe with silver unicorn blood: "You can't put that much in at once. He might swallow it." If you don’t go down, it will be even more difficult if you choke inside.”
They worked together to open a slit in Harry's teeth, and used the needle of the syringe to send the unicorn blood in little by little. Wanda was responsible for operating the syringe, and Draco was responsible for keeping Harry's mouth open. Two people who are not familiar with each other just try their best to coordinate each other's actions for the same person.
This method seems to be very effective so far. Both of them bent over, almost touching their heads. Without blinking, they held their breaths and looked at the syringe. They could see the silver blood flowing into Harry's mouth bit by bit under Wanda's push, smoothly. Sliding it in with tongue and teeth - if it can choke, then there is nothing they can do, at least so far this is the best they can come up with.
When at least 10ml of the little bit of blood in the syringe went down, I don't know which explosion came along with another wave of shaking.
"Stand still! Hold Harry!" Wanda's reaction was much faster than Draco's head. She had already been prepared. When the expected thing happened, she quickly released a hand, and the red energy swept them all away. It was wrapped in a small space, tightly fitting from the top of the head to the soles of the feet. Then she sealed Draco and Harry in this bubble-like space, handed the syringe to Draco, walked around the bed, walked out of the bubble, and walked straight go out.
"I'm going to guard outside," she said to Godric's portrait. "If you, like Salazar, are the portrait of their teacher - please take care of them both."
"I know," Godric said, "Of course I will do everything I can." He looked solemn and swore seriously, "Although I know that my portrait cannot play any role, I will still do it. I can do it."
Wanda nodded to him and rushed out.
Draco held the syringe with a pale face. Wanda's absence increased his uneasiness, and his hands trembled slightly, but he gritted his teeth and overcame this, and continued to open Harry's mouth a little further, put the syringe back in, and pushed the syringe like Wanda did. Liquid in syringe.
"Did she do this?" Draco asked anxiously. He thought he was asking Godric, but the latter thought he was asking himself, "Did I do anything wrong?"
"That's right, Draco," Godric comforted him gently, "that's how it's done. You couldn't have done anything more right."
"...Wait a minute..." Draco suddenly stopped all movements. Godric jumped in the portrait and could see his thumb in front of Harry's nose.
"...He's not breathing."
Draco's face went blank as he spoke one word after another. Then he held up the silver bottle, his throat rolled, looked at it, and then looked at Harry, as if he didn't understand why Harry was not breathing, or why Harry's face seemed to become cold.
But in those few seconds when Godric was shocked and speechless, he raised the bottle again, took a big gulp of it, took all the remaining unicorn blood in his mouth, and then he Just threw the bottle to the ground.
"...draco?! draco!"
Godric called the student's name, even though he didn't understand what the child wanted to do for a moment, "Draco?"
Draco ignored him. He used one hand to lift Harry's chin, and the other to rub Harry's belly and waist everywhere. After checking with his eyes, he finally pressed his hand on Harry's abdomen. Finally, he took a deep breath through his nose, closed his eyes tightly, and then, with a look of death, he pressed his lips against Harry's face!
…………
When Harry felt that he was 'conscious' again from the dizziness and darkness, the by-products of the dizziness and falling feeling had not disappeared. He knew that his back was in burning pain, and his feet and head were resting separately. At the same height, but his body was dropped and hanging low in the sky. However, no matter how he convinced himself that he was lying down, he still had the illusion of falling into a rabbit hole.
It feels like it's convincing you that you're falling down an endless hole. In other words - you are in a dream, moving towards a deeper dream.
However, he thought softly, who can say that he is not in a dream now?
However, the feeling on his body told him that he was probably not in a dream. He felt cold and naked, the bandages on his arms and calves were tight, and, as he'd sensed at first, he had a slight pain in his back. These are some of the first... more exciting sensations to be restored.
The next thing he regained was his sense of smell: his nose seemed to have been suddenly removed from something blocked. The smell of disinfectant and medical sheets first made him a little dizzy, and then a little mint-like coolness hit the tip of his nose and throat. There was a sense of presence in the Tao, and the taste... it had no taste, but Harry just found it a bit sweet.
It was a very good sweetness, and the place where it flowed was warm. It slid into Harry's belly, making him more aware, more conscious, and the pain was lessening. Even the limbs gradually gained strength.
While Harry was unconsciously savoring everything this magical sweetness brought to him, he suddenly realized what was pressing on his mouth - more sweetness was flowing in through his mouth, and then a breath of breath was poured in. He was just about to recover his breathing function and was blocked. That's not...that's definitely not an instrument. The thing was so soft and warm that Harry couldn't help but give up breathing, wanting to covet that breath for a few more seconds.
He was too cold, that white ready-to-wear store was cold, the big hole in the robe was cold, Felton's side was cold, and his black tea and cakes were also cold in the aftertaste... Harry himself was even colder, so he couldn't help but think If you want this little bit of warmth, even just a little bit like your lips is fine.
Harry has always been a very self-controlled person. This does not mean that he is as strict with himself as the seniors in some colleges... It is just that he has never lacked anything, and he does not have to pursue something hard, even if It was the most difficult (relatively difficult) period for Hogwarts to go to school, and he could go home whenever he wanted. People with very clever abilities can always be a little willful.
The only thing he has been pursuing seems to be 'survival', and now this little bit of warmth seems to be the second one.
This rare sense of pursuit made him feel lost immediately when the little warm feeling left - but he didn't need to be lost for long. As the sound of a big breath sounded in his ear, the soft feeling came with it. The second breath came, and then this process was repeated several times. It didn't last long, but it was long enough for Harry to feel someone pressing on his abdomen, standing up to inhale, and leaning over to feed the mouthfuls of oxygen into his mouth. .
His consciousness became clearer and clearer, and he suddenly realized what was happening to him - someone was pressing his lips to his own.
Then a question arises - who is this?
The answer is clear. From the sound of inhaling, the texture of the swept robe, and the faint aroma that was very familiar but evaporated a lot... well, the answer pointed in a direction that confused Harry.
This is Draco.
This leads to the last question - what is Draco doing?
- He was kissing me, like in all novels and stories.
The bold answer flashed across the shallowest part of his consciousness, and was heated to the point of boiling hot by sticking to the rest of his body. Harry was shocked by how shameless and absurd the answer was. He was not a shameless person who grew up on the street watching small movies. The boy, therefore, almost immediately, he felt that his face was burning uncontrollably, from cold to warm to hot little by little. He even started to sweat on his palms, and those feelings that were so cold to the bones disappeared at this moment. .
He didn't even know if it was the kisses or his own shame that burned away the coldness.
I am done. he thinks. If Draco notices that my face is getting hot, he will think that, no, he will find that I have some weird thoughts because of these kisses.
No, no, this can't be a kiss. Harry's realization dawned when he heard another intake of breath and felt pressure on his abdomen.
——He is giving himself artificial respiration!
Harry belatedly came up with the answer. Before he could open his eyes and say, "Thanks, buddy, I'm fine," Draco was pulled away from him, and he shouted in an angry and shocked voice. : "omg, what are you doing to my brother?! Wait, you just poured a whole bottle into him? Are you serious? He might choke to death because he can't swallow it!"
"Don't say that word - let me go!" Harry heard the sound of Draco struggling to the ground, and his hand was held by his friend uncontrollably. Harry could hear that he was about to cry in his voice. It was an omen, but the madness in his tone actually accounted for most of it, and he didn't sound like she was crying, "...Is this useful? Is this useful? Who can do it? Tell me!"
Harry could feel that his palm was held in the center with two hands, rubbing it and breathing like it had been that winter in the past, but it seemed a little different this time. He knew that his fingertips must be crossing each other, but at this moment, every time his fingertips collided with Draco's, a slight electric current-like feeling came to him from his fingertips. Numb feeling.
He is afraid that I will die. Harry thought of this belatedly, and at the same time he remembered the source of the wonderful phenomenon of 'Draco knows how to use Muggle artificial respiration'. They had attended summer camps together, learned all kinds of first aid, and had also heard about this method together, but To be honest, during the final operation, Draco didn't do anything seriously with the simulated model. Harry always thought that he had forgotten or hated to talk to something.
He was afraid that I would die, so he gave me artificial respiration. He was afraid that I would die like this, so he used all the methods he knew to save me. Harry thought.
——Then what should I do?
"…………Hi?"
Draco raised his head suddenly and clenched the hand in his hand tightly. Peter also stopped looking at Draco. The two of them looked at the bedside together, and Draco realized belatedly that the hand in his hand was not The palm of my own hand is no longer cold, but a little warmer, a bit gradually getting hotter.
He was so embarrassed and helpless that he almost collapsed and lay on the bed without taking his hand away. His green eyes blinked and his dry and peeling lips slowly opened wider... Draco felt that this The guy definitely felt that he laughed, but in fact he didn't, this is not enough.
The pair of green eyes shining, making Draco feel the panic just now like a dream. The eyes were very bright and bright, as if countless lamps were burned endlessly, and the gray was never settled, and his vitality would always last.
"……Hi."
——I should let him know that I am okay. This is what I need to do. Harry knows this.
Draco looked at the boy on the bed so lightly, trying to smile and repeat such a word, and the strength of the whole body was pumped at this moment.
Draco hangs his head and sucks his nose. He didn't say anything rare, but closed his eyes and clenched the hand with only heat with his own hands, tighter, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers fingers, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers, fifteen fingers. The deduction was tight, and there was no slightest gap.
He suddenly abandoned the heroes in the movie, but also admired them sincerely, all. Seriously, what's the use of saving the world?
For him, saving such a person is enough to make every effort, and the tired soul is going to flutter. He is useless, useless, and saving the world is something that other heroes can do, a powerful one.
One is good. Just like this.
Draco thought sincerely.
