"It was you who killed...just like you killed...exactly..."
"News about...he...didn't come back..."
"Property inheritance... land... good luck..."
"...crying...no family...no heirs..."
"There is no portrait."
It's too quiet in my ears, and the things fed into my mind are too noisy. It's like closing your eyes, but you can always use your sense of smell and hearing more keenly, and feel the flow of the air.
Screaming, laughing, taunting, cursing... These emotions seem to be able to be caught in the hand in an instant, because they are always there, but they always flow out of the hand in the blink of an eye, like the legendary River Styx. The water of Styx symbolizes eternity but flows endlessly, but these things are essentially different from the water of Styx. The water of Styx gradually shaped Achilles into a god-like body. These emotions can only happen again and again. Poke countless holes in people, and when the human heart becomes like a sponge, one day even if you squeeze it tightly, nothing can be squeezed out, because all the original contents have flowed out, and the remaining space is empty. Nothing is left.
And people were hollowed out along with their hearts.
The house is also empty. The corridor is empty, the study is empty, the four-poster bed in the room is empty, there are no visitors in the fireplace, there is no fire in the kitchen, only the cauldron for brewing potions in the potions laboratory is still as in the pop song Brings the only warmth to the palm. If you walk around the entire house with a pair of feet, you won't be able to find anyone's shadow, and even your own shadow seems to be gradually disappearing.
The streets are also empty. The Flourish and Blott Bookstore is empty, the Joke Condiment Shop is empty, and the Quidditch Shop is also empty. This does not mean that there is no one there. On the contrary, no matter what time, there are always people willing to squeeze in, as if If you don't do this, you will freeze to death, but if you don't go in when you pass by, and you will turn around and leave when you walk in, how can you not say it is empty?
Or ask it this way——
——What kind of place is not called empty?
Draco sneered, knowing that asking this kind of question would be in vain. Even a smart know-it-all couldn't give an answer that satisfies everyone. He slowly hid his consciousness in a darker place, vaguely knowing It was like a dream because he could freeze people's hands wherever he went.
At the moment he realized it, as if someone was teasing him, the scene suddenly changed. The neat streets under his feet turned into cold metal floors, and a mud-like figure knelt on the ground. Not far away, his heart pounded and he suddenly panicked - wasn't this the bastard who wanted his life and Harry's life? ! He hasn't disappeared yet?
He looked down and saw that his hands were empty without the silver sword. However, the figure opposite had roared sharply. He took a few steps back with a pale face. All the courage slipped away from his feet, and he felt empty in his heart. There is no way.
How to do how to do? Save me, save me, who will save me——
"…aco, draco, draco!!!"
“………!!!”
Miraculously, all Draco's courage came back instantly. He took a breath and sat up from the quilt, covered in cold sweat. It took a long time for his focused pupils to see clearly. The bed tent he had put down before going to bed had been lifted open, and a little firelight flowed in from there. The halo and The color looks warm.
Draco suddenly wanted to rub his hands. Even if the light couldn't keep him warm, he was still very cold.
He sat on the bed, his eyes blank for a long time before he woke up.
"—Merlin, Harry?"
"It's me, Draco!"
Harry, who was holding the candlestick, quickly moved closer and sat down beside his bed. When Draco looked at his weird outfit of pajamas, cloak and coat with strange eyes, he reached out to touch Draco's forehead. His hands were covered with cold sweat, so he quickly took it. He clicked on the cup on the bedside and heated it. He followed Peter's example and slowly filled Draco with hot water, even bringing the mouth of the cup to his mouth. The latter took a few sips before he twitched his mouth and discovered this method of feeding water. Just like a baby feeding, he immediately took the cup and drank several sips by himself.
"Didn't you go home? Why did you come here like this? What are you doing here?"
Draco drank the water, panted, and asked Harry three questions in a row.
Harry said frankly:
"I woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, and Peter gave me some water... Well, considering that we just escaped death, it's normal to have nightmares, so I wanted to come and see if you had any nightmares." After that, he took the cup. , helped Draco put it on the table, "I woke up from a nightmare, worse than you."
He stretched out his hand to hold Draco's hand. Their palms were almost the same, covered in cold sweat. Only then did Draco realize that this man might have run over immediately when he woke up. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel happy about it. In fact, he My heart was almost filled with ecstasy, and my emotions broke through the dam, all rushing out in an instant.
I want to hold him.
He didn't speak for a while, but a novel idea came to his mind, which shocked himself.
Harry didn't notice it at all, he just turned around and put the candlestick on the table, sat down on the edge of the bed, took off his cloak and squeezed in.
"Ouch," Draco squeezed his body. He was a little stiff and nervous. The novel thoughts were still in his mind. He felt something was wrong, "What are you doing?"
"Okay, let me sleep with you." Harry showed a faint, hard-to-see flattering smile on his face, and he replied softly: "Look, we both have nightmares, so sleeping together doesn't hurt anyone. No big deal. Holding each other and crying," he joked.
"……oh."
Draco couldn't find anything to say to refute for a while, so he had to move his position on the pillow. It was not the first time for the two of them to sleep on the same bed. They immediately kicked each other's feet and bumped heads very familiarly.
The quilt gradually became warmer, and Draco found that the things in the dream were gradually fading away. For example, he could not remember a single fragment of the things he dreamed about at the beginning.
Those things and thoughts are like a sand painting. When the tide recedes, no trace will be left.
The manic feeling of being hit by several emotions has gradually disappeared now. And all this is because there is one more person beside him. His side is not empty at all, and it makes people feel at ease when they are crowded around.
"Have you written a letter to Aunt Narcissa?" Unable to sleep for a while, Harry looked for something to talk about.
"I wrote." Draco was sleeping with his back to him. He didn't know why he always felt a little uncomfortable if he was face to face with Harry. "I told my mother that the school recently told us to write less letters, so I am writing to her now. I Tell her everything is fine. Will you come to class tomorrow?" he asked.
"Probably not." Harry said, "I still have some things at home...and my dad is getting married, so I have to help. You know, my family has a lot of people now, and everything needs to be integrated."
According to what was said at the x□□ier family’s dinner table, it is very likely that their family will have a family honeymoon trip. Harry and Peter were biting their spoons and thinking about what kind of honeymoon they would take the children with, but obviously the two adults did not agree. Willing to leave the kids behind and travel alone.
"My dad said that he can finally travel with his legs, and I'm very happy." Harry thought of this, feeling sad and smiling happily in the dark, "I will give you an invitation then - you come What?"
"Nonsense." Draco replied.
"Well, you have a share of the wedding cake." Harry replied easily.
They just chatted with each other, and when the two of them started to feel sleepy and started to say good night to each other, Draco let out a big yawn.
"Don't you ask me what I dreamed about just now?" Draco asked suddenly.
Harry asked casually: "If you want to say something - what did you dream about?"
"Someone wants to hurt me," Draco said nonsense, it was purely a sudden whim, and he waited nervously for the answer, "Because I am very unlucky and useless. I spent all my luck when I met you. If I don't have this luck, I will let you go." Don’t let me drag you down.”
In fact, this is not completely nonsense. Draco always thought that Felton meant this, a blessing elixir, humph, a blessing elixir!
"nonsense."
Harry said calmly, "Can I do this without you? Can I? I can't." His voice was as soft as a sigh, but he spoke clearly, without hesitating a word. He turned over, even though the bed curtain It was dark inside, but Draco still knew that this man must be staring at him with wide eyes, "I didn't save you this time - so many times - Draco, you saved me."
"If you hadn't insisted on staying at the beginning, if you hadn't stabbed Ken in the middle, and if you hadn't insisted on pouring unicorn blood on me in the end, I would never have survived." Harry said, "I have received care and help from many people, and you are the most important one. It is because you persisted to the end that I was able to be successfully rescued."
Harry still remembered the kiss - no, the artificial respiration.
However, precisely because you are unwilling to give up no matter what, you will try every method, no matter what it is.
"I'm the lucky one," Harry said seriously. He didn't understand why Draco had such an idea, but he thought it was ridiculous. "If someone really says that, just say it back, just say it." , I said, meeting you and having a friend like you is one of my greatest blessings." He said with great seriousness and emphasis in his tone, all he had to do was sit up and raise his hand to answer the question.
Draco swallowed.
"I -" he opened his mouth, then closed it hurriedly, "I -" What should I say in this situation, "I - you -"
These words are nothing to be ashamed of, but they just bring a different experience to Draco.
My face is burning. he realized with despair. Even though there was still a 'one', he still felt ecstatic. Harry regards me as very important - he thinks he is lucky to have met me - how could he say such - such a thing -
Draco's thoughts were incoherent for a moment. It felt like there was a cat scratching in my heart, and I was about to scratch the most itchy place, but my hands were shaking with excitement.
I really want to kiss him, but my protest is useless, who told his mouth to be so good at talking... Draco was horrified when he thought about this, because no matter how he looked at it, he looked like a vulgar gangster.
What am I thinking about? !
Draco really wanted to jump out of the window of Black Lake immediately.
He didn't know that Harry rolled over again at this moment, inhaling and exhaling, inhaling and exhaling, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.
Are these words too frivolous and arrogant? Harry asked himself quietly. Have I described myself as too important? Did I put too much emphasis on saving me? Draco's self-esteem has always been very high. Am I, uh, making the same old mistake again?
Maybe Draco wouldn't want to mention it - after all they had fought about it, and the artificial respiration -
No, you have to calm down, Harry, calm down.
Harry pretended to yawn. This seemed to be a sign. Both of them calmed down, and the sleepiness really gradually came over them.
"...Um, cough, good night." Harry said first. To be honest, the atmosphere was inexplicably awkward.
"...Good night." Draco said muffledly from under his palm.
In fact, he had a hunch——
——He probably won’t have nightmares anymore.
………………
The next morning, Draco thought he would wake up touching the empty bed next to him, so he was really not in a good mood. However, when he touched it this time, he found that the bed on that side was still warm, and seemed to maintain a temperature that the owner had not left. Draco had been in a daze before, with his head and feet tilted, and his nose was filled with Muggle wash. The scent of hair lotion and shower gel is Harry's favorite brand.
He opened his eyes and saw a messy black bird's nest head. The wrinkled expression when he woke up slowly relaxed. In the end, he couldn't help but reach out and stroke it, and then quickly retracted his hand.
Harry slept very well, he was never a person who got up early, Draco moved quietly when he got up, and pinched the quilt when he left the bed to keep the warmth inside the quilt.
He came to the desk, quietly opened a small cabinet with gold-wrapped corners on the desk, and opened the drawer on the first floor. Inside was the thing that quietly appeared on the desk when he opened the door yesterday - a long bunch of keys, and A letter, the words on the envelope looked very familiar.
Maybe he didn't notice it before, or maybe the person who wrote it had concealed it before, but Draco looked at the letter over and over again, and he could see that the words on the envelope were exactly the same as what he had written, with beautiful and smooth cursive styles, like branches and vines connected together. , even the extra bit of unconscious pause at the end of the sentence is exactly the same.
Draco stared at it for a long time, and finally lost all interest. He looked at the letter, then at the bed, then at the bed, then at the letter. Finally, he locked the letter and the key in the drawer, and put all the clothes he had just put on back into his nightgown.
Between worries and a warm bed, people will choose the latter. His mood finally improved, and he didn't want to ruin all his good mood right away.
Draco got into bed lightly, and Harry smacked his lips unconsciously. Draco wondered if he was hungry. When he turned over again, he happened to face Draco. Draco's eyesight became particularly good inexplicably, even the other party's The number of eyelashes can be clearly counted, and a layer of fine fuzz can be seen on his face.
This morning is so pleasant. There were no classes in the morning, no need to dodge for his life, and no papers to write. All he could do was lie in bed and count how many snores Harry snored in one minute, or how many eyelashes there were in his eyes.
Such days belong to me now. He suddenly thought of such a thing. So who will these days belong to in the future?
No, I can't think about it. I get angry just thinking about it.
Draco felt a little sad and angry and reached out to pinch Harry's face. The latter was so sleepy that he didn't wake up. The annoying thing is that even Draco himself realizes that this anger is a bit inexplicable, but he still can't help but get angry, the process is natural and messy, as if it is natural.
mine.
This word came to his mind.
mine. belong to me. It's all mine. The novel thoughts were growing like weeds, but Draco couldn't stop at all. Instead, a feeling of 'is there something wrong? This is the right thing' gradually emerged.
This is a lunatic who came from home to sleep with him in the middle of the night because he was afraid of nightmares, and the quality of his sleep was excellent.
"……mine."
He lay next to Harry, looking sideways at the sleeping Harry, and finally couldn't help but say so softly.
