Harry is a person with very good reflexes.
"Not bad" means that his reflexes are very good, both mentally and physically. He can quickly mentally calculate a math problem, and he can also swoop down to catch the Golden Snitch in an instant.
However, none of these seemed to stop him from being dumbfounded at this moment, and he didn't react at all for a full minute!
With no expression, no words, and no movements, he was like a loyal guard statue in front of the temple, with a blank expression and no turning eyes. If a person walks into the room at this time, you might think that he is staring at the person in front of you affectionately, or is staring at the formulas on the invisible blackboard, because, ah, no one can blink while staring at a direction. He didn't blink for so long. Even if his eyes could bear it, how could his head maintain such a stiff posture for so long.
If Harry could speak now, he would say that if he had the choice, he would rather stay like this until his whole body fades away.
It wasn't until a full three minutes passed that he acted like a person who finally woke up. He took a sharp breath, his eyelids trembled slightly, and then he slowly opened his mouth.
Disconnect. Disconnect. connect.
The string in his head finally connected where it should, and it made him uncontrollably open his mouth and eyes like a fool.
"you you……"
He closed his eyes, his whole face twisted into a ball, and he didn't dare to look at the person in front of him who was holding his breath and waiting for a reply with a stiff expression. He trembled and stuttered for a long time, and his tongue, which could usually speak at length, trembled for a long time, but he did not say a second different word. It's like there's something stuck in his throat, and when he wants to say something, his tongue becomes knotted.
"……What's wrong with me?"
r scratched his neck and used all his courage to squeeze out the word. He stared, tilted his chin, without making too much noise or making more complicated speeches. He just maintained his personal self-esteem to cover up the fact that his teeth were secretly chattering and his heart was beating as fast as a bungee jump. .
"You won," he forced the words out of his throat with unfinished anger, "You succeeded in making me speak out. I have no secrets from you now. Are you happy?"
Boom, boom, boom.
r felt like his heart was beating as if there were a hundred people dancing on drums, and it was so noisy. While maintaining calmness and even cold storage on the surface, the thoughts in his mind were in the opposite state. Those unspoken thoughts came rushing up in a mess, each one whispering in his ears with their own voice. Call.
——You said it, you said it! ! Whatever Merlin’s stuff is, you just—say it! !
--This is just great! You have no way out! This confession should not have happened here or at this time!
——You should have found a very beautiful scene, such as a resort with the beauty of nature and life, such as a historical building with both historical heritage and artistic attainments... This is the scene that Harry would like! No matter how bad it is, you have to choose a very important occasion, or an extremely important moment. While gaining glory, victory and fame, you must confidently say those words to Harry, and then kiss him on the lips! You must be together under the blessing of everyone! No one can object!
——Look where you are now, ha, at the door of the room.
R's face was distorted for a moment, because he finally remembered the plan he had thought of and looked around involuntarily.
Very good, empty corridor, silent late night, dim wall lamp, awkward room door.
This was by no means the place where he admired his confession - the Time-Turner. Where was his Time-Turner? !
r had to take a few more deep breaths before he could calm down and continue thinking.
At this point, the time turner couldn't save him - unless he had the ability to forget Harry, but if he had the ability, he wouldn't have to be so aggrieved.
After gritting his teeth, r could only cheer up and observe Harr with breathless concentration.
Y's face was unblinking, and he didn't want to miss even the slightest change in the expression on his face - but God seemed to be against him and wouldn't even let him do this well.
Or to put it this way: This sight may be too hot. Within a few seconds of doing this, R can no longer do this.
Flying like - r can only describe flying, because the whole process was so damn fast that he could only see the afterimage - a sheet suddenly appeared in front of him. It was big and opaque, and Harry was stunned. It was covered tightly.
r: 「………………」
An urge to curse arose spontaneously. If he hadn't just come close to confessing, he would definitely curse.
That's why he held those words in for so long: look, look, look what the damn Mr. Harry Erik Xavier is doing, is his animagus an ostrich or something? !
"………………what are you doing?!"
r asked through gritted teeth. Although they all know that this question is nonsense.
Facing his question, Harry was as silent as a teapot without a mouth under the sheets. A speechless atmosphere spread in the air, almost suffocating everyone who passed by.
He wrapped himself up like a child pretending to be a ghost on Halloween. The difference was that he didn't even leave the two holes for his eyes. He only held onto the sheets tightly and pulled them several times. Didn't pull it off him.
"Well," R complained loudly after giving up on pulling the sheets off, "guess what, you're free to escape—but I'm also free to stay here. Are we going to spend the whole night like this? You're going to be in there Shrink for the rest of your life? Seriously?!" He said the last "seriously" very loudly, full of disbelief, "Which one of us has Gryffindor's blood on his body? What do you want to do next? Take me Go to sleep and forget all about it?! Then I have to say, you are so generous, Mr. Potter!"
——Even though all my ancestors are Gryffindors, I don't advocate bravery.
Harry said silently in his mind. He dared to open his eyes now, but even if he blocked the outside sight, he only dared to stare at a certain pattern on the bed sheets and did not dare to speak.
He...how should I put it, it wasn't because he was afraid that he didn't go out, or rather, not entirely. A strange feeling fermented in his heart. It made him feel inexplicably scared, as if there were huge difficulties ahead, and he felt full, as if someone had stuffed him with kindness and high-end sweets that he had never imagined, leaving him at a loss and not knowing what to do.
This feeling boiled in his chest, shaking his reason like a tide.
Should I eat them? Or should they be rejected? In any case, since the issue of "respecting choices and respecting feelings" was just mentioned, Harry could not turn a blind eye to them or use magic to destroy them.
But how should he respond? How should he think?
Thinking of this, Harry scratched his hair. His mind was now in chaos, with so much information pouring out that he couldn't calm down. This is why he needs a sheet. If he is looked at like that again, he will be even more unable to think.
Because r - just said - he said he wanted - he wanted - he just wanted -
What R said echoed repeatedly in Harry's ears and mind. It played in a loop like a tape recorder, and every word was clear. And no matter how Harry was - slow, let's just say slow - he wasn't stupid enough to not understand this.
There is no doubt that this is a... expression of love... a proactive one... that happens during puberty... probably driven by hormones...
Harry covered his face under the sheets, trying hard to put a tactful spin on the matter, as if such a roundabout way would help. He clearly felt the heat brought by the rising blood. His face, his neck, and his ears were all hot. Even though his teeth seemed to be chattering with cold due to excitement, his whole face was still as hot as a fever.
without
After a few rounds, he lost the courage to continue to go around and escape. Because the truth is very simple.
——R said that he wanted to be a real soul mate with him, and the wizard's soul mate meant just that. Even if there was a second meaning, it would be very difficult, okay? !
Defining the incident in one breath, Harry screamed silently into the sheets.
He had never done this before, because he always wanted to appear calm, but now he just wanted to scream, preferably while running and screaming!
-Oh my God. Oh my God. This is a—confession! Confession! Confession!
It's like...just like what Erik said to his father!
Harry would have punched the wall if he could. Punch through the wall. Or hit the bowling ball hard enough to knock down all the pins. Even if you give him a bunch of glasses now, he can break them and listen to the noise.
He wants to do these things that make people feel very relieved, instead of shrinking in and thinking about such problems! If he knew that discussing soul mates in depth would allow r to directly reveal this "trump card", he would definitely change his mind and take a long-term approach!
Harry curled up into a ball in confusion.
Many people become at a loss when faced with something unexpected. Sometimes, this does not mean that they are incapable of handling the matter, but that they are not mentally prepared.
Psychological preparation is a magical thing. No matter how bad, weird, or unexpected things happen to people, as long as they are mentally prepared, then when things really come, people's ability to withstand stress will improve. Becoming stronger, even fragile heart patients won't faint easily when they hear the news. They may even become more accepting of the truth, even if they didn't want to accept it before.
——And now, Harry is the unlucky guy who is unprepared!
r dare to ask what he is doing? He doesn't even know what he should do now!
This thing... came too suddenly. It was too sudden, too unprepared. Even if he had guessed for a second or two, this was not part of Harry's plan.
To be honest, as a person who has plans for himself, he has thought about the path he will take next - what he will study, which tests he will take, which certificates he will get, where he will do practical learning, how he will graduate from Hogarts How to apply for a top medical university to continue his studies; on this basis, he also thought about how to maintain contacts with wizard friends, and if he adjusted his social relationships in other aspects, whether he should make a contribution to his "family career" One force, or, given his sensitive identity, whether he would be in a certain political position, and how should he deal with it.
——However, even if he planned so many goals, there is no "such situation" among them!
He just thought that if he messed up, he would ask Charles for help. Now, even if he has no common sense in this area, he still knows one thing - no matter how old you are, you must never Ask your parents for advice on "this kind of problem"! Unless you want to experience what it means to be an "unenlightened parent" or an "overly unrestrained parent." In short, they generally will not handle this kind of problem as you think.
Harry knew that Charles was very wise, but considering that Charles in this era had always been overprotective of him, Harry felt that it was best not to challenge common sense.
"I think you're not going to talk to me anymore," he heard R say sarcastically through the sheets. "You asked me to open the door, and now I open it, and then you shut yourself in the sheets. Look how nice this is. .”
Harry wanted to remain as quiet as a chicken, but that didn't mean he was completely out of ideas when faced with R's sarcasm.
It took him about five minutes to adjust his language system.
"...I think," his tongue was still easily tangled when he spoke, and he felt his heart boiling with every word he spoke, "you can't blame me."
When he finally spoke, R felt refreshed outside.
"So you're finally willing to talk." He said, staring at the hump of the sheets.
.
Harry was silent again.
r couldn't see this silence, he kept taking deep breaths, pacing back and forth at the door of the room, anxiously trying to pull off all the hair on his head.
"So what exactly are you saying?" He said impatiently to the hill, "I'm begging you, can you - open your mouth and at least give me an idea? Don't tell me you don't understand. What I just said! Merlin, would ordinary people react like you?"
As soon as the last sentence came out, R wanted to eat it back, but it was too late.
The hillock moved, and then words that refused to be outdone burst out from it. Just before R said those words, these voices were gentle, but now, they were constantly rising and falling like his mood.
"I don't think this is my problem," Harry said, covering his face in the sheets. He also took a deep breath, otherwise he was afraid that he would be too angry to speak. "Let me put it this way, I think in this matter , I’m not the one with the problem.”
"So you think there's something wrong with me?!" R yelled.
"Of course!" Harry couldn't help but shout, "For God's sake and Merlin's sake, who would say that in this - in this situation?!"
This was a rare accusation from Harry, so R felt a little guilty for no reason. This stuck him for a moment, but only for a moment.
"I don't think there is anything wrong with me. What we are discussing is soul mates, and I told you that I don't want to be involved in this relationship, so I said what I was thinking." r himself was surprised by his boldness at this moment. I even feel that the person I am speaking now is as upright as a Gryffindor, "I don't see any problem with this! I'm just being honest with you! If I don't say it, how long are you going to ignore that possibility? Are you going to use that How many times have those words hurt me? I’ve had enough!”
He said bluntly: "What's wrong with me? What have I done? Can't I even - can't I even be honest with my own soul mate? If I don't say it right now, you'll never understand. !」
hiss--
Harry gasped, shivering, and curled into a smaller ball in the sheets.
"We, we are indeed - talking about soul mates," Harry said slowly, suppressing the feeling of being tongue-tied, "But, I thought - this is a very serious issue - it should be about life and Freedom! Instead of, not..."
He bypassed those words and said painfully: "But now you tell me that what we should be talking about is a completely different style of topic!"
He did feel that there was something in r's logic that confused him, but that didn't mean that he expected this to be the reason. It can be said that they jumped from philosophy of life to romance, and he was not mentally prepared at all!
"Because I'm tired of your talk about 'my possible future partners,'" R took another deep breath. He knew that if he didn't have the patience, he wouldn't be able to pry open Harry's mouth and dig out the ostrich. The answer is, "Time and time again, time and time again - you always think that I will have a partner in the future! And now you are using this kind of thing to persuade me to "free love"! What should I do? ! Do you want you to continue to fill my feelings with words like this? "
"I just - I'm a normal person," Harry remembered some of the previous things, his cheeks were hot, and his whole body became stiffer, "So, so I thought, when you were reading the love letter, you got angry because - also That time with Pansy—and—"
This kind of thing happened all at once. Harry had not thought about it before, but now he thought about it, and then thought about r's xenophobia that was getting worse day by day, and his strict request that Harry not gossip about his personal life. The matter of feelings is worth pondering, and the more you think about it, the more terrifying it becomes.
"Yeah!" R rolled his eyes, "So - do you think I can be happy hearing those words?!"
cannot. And once he thought about this logic, Harry's teeth began to chatter.
"I don't—I don't understand," he said with difficulty, "I just—
We are only thirteen years old. How could a person at the age of thirteen just - think about this? I never thought about this. "
"Sometimes I don't understand which of us grew up in modern American society," R's eyes almost rolled to the ceiling, "What's the problem with age?"
"It's a big problem!" Harry said, "It should - it should at least appear in high school! I mean, I know you purebloods get engaged very early, but according to common sense, true love should come later. will happen!"
Harry was not the kind of person who was so rigid that he believed that a real relationship could only happen after he became an adult, and that the stories in movies and TV shows were unrealistic. Within the scope of his knowledge, there were many very loving couples, and few of them were actually over seventeen years old. As for Charles's students who are over seventeen years old, none of them are in love, and they don't know why.
Then if I get dizzy and say "I do". Harry thought drowsily. I can refresh the school record.
r narrowed his eyes because of the word "engagement".
"Let me warn you in advance - if you dare to use this as a reason to say that my feelings for you are an illusion, immature, and childish, let me forget it and pretend that this has not happened," R said coldly, "I I'll spend the rest of my life cursing you. You'd better not underestimate a Malfoy's level of dark magic!"
Harry: "………………"
He couldn't help but wonder if he was in reality - was this the right atmosphere?
"What image do I have in your mind?" Harry said, "I sound like a rigid class teacher! I'm about to destroy students' lives with just a few words!"
"Oh, aren't you?" R said, "Who just said that the age for entering a relationship must be fifteen or sixteen?"
The r word made Harry's whole face burn. He tried very, very hard to stay calm, really, but it was no use.
It was as if a fire was ignited in his chest and burning in his blood. Every time R said a word that crossed the line, the heated blood would flow towards his brain like a tide. His whole head is going to be cooked.
"We-we don't want to use words like that, okay," Harry asked in a thin voice, wanting to bury himself in his palms, "I-I'm not mentally prepared yet."
r looked the hill bag up and down and squinted his eyes slightly.
"What word?" he asked knowingly, "How can I know which word you are talking about if you don't tell me."
Harry: "…………"
Are they really going to do this again, really?
"Love." He sighed and said softly. He moved his buttocks, a little further away from r. "This word is too, too - serious, too solemn, this is too -"
His reaction made r silent for a while.
"So, you think you can't bear it," he couldn't restrain the trembling in his voice, "you--are you going to reject me?"
Listening to such a voice, Harry could imagine the expression on R's face - pale, bloodless, with no unnecessary expression, and his lips were pursed tightly. Such an expression makes people appear stubborn and vulnerable at the same time.
——That was an expression Harry didn't want to see.
"No," he said subconsciously, "that's not what I meant."
After saying this, even he himself was stunned.
r was also stunned for a second, and then, when Harry couldn't see him, he showed a shocked expression of disbelief. Almost immediately, he reached out and grabbed a corner of the sheets on Harry's body.
"So," r slowed down his voice, completely missing the vitriol he had used when he was sarcastic about Harry. It was as if honey suddenly fell on his tongue, "do you want to give me a good answer, Harry?" ?」
Harry curled up in the sheets, wanting to give himself a few slaps for speaking earlier.
"...I don't know," he said sincerely
Say it matter-of-factly, dryly, "I really don't know. I'm - I'm confused and don't know what I'm doing."
"It's either 'yes' or 'no'," r showed an indescribable expression. He felt like he could be choked to death by Harry, "What does 'don't know' mean?" "
"Don't know means I don't know," Harry muttered in the palm of his hand, "I'm just - I'm only thirteen. I don't have any plans to talk about this kind of issue when I'm thirteen, and I - don't Understand love, love." He stuttered out the word, "I didn't even think about whether I would like a girl or a boy in the future - I have no such plan. I can't help it. I don't have the experience to judge whether I should "nod" or "shake my head." Not to mention, you are my best friend, so I haven't thought about it. "
Best friends are a very special definition. Generally speaking, neither men nor women will take the initiative to develop this relationship in a charming direction, because its starting point is often different from those that can erase the spark of love. It is gentle, gentle, and flowing.
Someone once said: You can kiss your best friend on the cheek, but not on the lips.
Of course, this is not an ironclad rule, because real-life cases are everywhere, and no one can definitely say that a best friend is not suitable to be a lover.
However, Harry didn't lie. He really never wanted to develop an over-the-top relationship with R, his best friend. And when he finished speaking his thoughts very honestly, they fell into silence again.
"…………"
"...r? Are you still there?"
"…………"
No one answered, but Harry felt the sheets being tugged at random to indicate that the person was still there. However, R's silence seemed suspicious at this time.
What will r think about now? Do you think I am a rigid and ignorant person? Harry couldn't help but think very wildly. After all, like he said, no one would react like this when being told a confession. This is not romantic at all.
Will r, after calming down, feel that this confession is an inexplicable impulse? Or will he realize it's just feelings for a friend? Or is it the suspension bridge effect?
Harry sighed into the sheets.
He used to feel that he understood R very well, but now he has to say that he doesn't understand R's mood at all.
"listen."
Suddenly, he heard r speak. This time, the other party's voice was much calmer.
"I don't care - no matter what you're thinking right now." He heard R take another deep breath, and then continued, "Put those thoughts aside and listen to me."
Harry nodded subconsciously, along with the shape of the hill.
"You said you didn't know," he heard R say clearly, "That doesn't matter."
"It's okay?" Harry repeated subconsciously.
Harry really wanted to ask him what the "it doesn't matter" method was like, but compared to this question, he was more shocked by r's state: just now, he thought that r felt lost, embarrassed or embarrassed about this. In short, it wasn't anything Good mood. But looking at it now, it seems that he miscalculated, or else he adjusted his emotions too quickly.
Has he ever truly fully understood his friend? Is it because of his natural advantages that he habitually thinks that he has always understood r? But in fact, there have been changes in R that he didn't know about, and he thought everything was the same as before?
At this moment, Harry couldn't help but reflect.
"Yeah, it's okay," R said, speaking faster, "because I know what kind of slow idiot you are."
Harry: "…………"
Listening to this familiar argument, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed, wondering whether he had really just experienced a confession.
"But it doesn't matter," R continued, "because I know you very well. I can even say that I know you better than your twin brothers and sisters, because I am the one who is with you all day long.
People who run around, I know what's wrong with you - so when I first said it, I didn't think you could give me a "yes" answer. "
Harry opened his mouth. He thought for a while and didn't know what to say.
"But that doesn't mean that you are loving others, or that you don't love me." Harry heard r take another deep breath, "You just - the part of your brain that belongs to this area is not enlightened. You also have the problem of over-management of yourself. "
exactly. Harry thought. He really - really never thought about it.
However, he couldn't help but ask: "What does it mean to take care of myself too much?"
"I heard that story," R said confidently, "You are like a guest staying in your own manor. For something you can do, you go and ask about the portraits of your ancestors - you obviously have The right to do whatever you want!"
"Where did you hear that?" Harry was shocked, "I never took you to Potter Manor!"
It is impossible and will not be possible for the portraits to complain to R!
"That's not the point," R said decisively, "the point is your behavior. You don't plan to change your name back, so you "feel" sorry for your original family and not qualified enough to squander what you deserve. "
"It's just not necessary," Harry shook his head and said, "My dad gave me enough pocket money. As for the manor... I can only say that I can't quite call it home. When I borrow a place other than home, Caution is appropriate."
"It's not about money, it's about where you drew a line!" R refused to beat around the bush with him and said directly, "You always - if you ask me, you can't just think about nothing and accept them?! You always It’s about “managing” yourself, “this is what I can do”, “that is what I can’t do”, “I can accept it”, “I can’t accept it”, even if Pansy hates you so much that you have to be a gentleman to her, and still Do her a favor - Merlin, what is wrong with you. "
"I just hope that you and your friends don't really hate each other because of this irreconcilable conflict - besides, I think people should think carefully before doing anything," Harry retorted, "How can you think about all the gains and losses? Should I take it for granted? If I take other people’s help and gifts for granted at the beginning, I may feel that I am the center of the world.”
"Thinking of yourself as the center of the world without getting you a thorn in the butt is as much of a disaster as the disaster you can cause," r said sarcastically, "your arrogant way is really unique."
Harry was speechless - it was the first time he heard that "you should always reflect on yourself while thinking rationally" was an arrogant act.
"Anyway," r brought the topic back, "I know very well what's wrong with you. If you accept it happily as soon as I say it, then you must have been brainwashed by sie, and then I will beat him up when I go back. A meal - you don't take this feeling for granted and accept it gently before saying "yes". If you don't just leave after doing it like Felton, you will probably only be willing to accept my friendship-level affection for you and accept that level of dedication. If you can't give me the same thing, you will feel anxious. , and then think about how to say no. "
r's voice softened: "It's like you don't want to maintain that link with me even if you die."
"..."
Harry didn't know what to say. In fact, r is not entirely correct. He did feel anxious, but his mentality was closer to "don't know what to do" than rejection.
It maintained a delicate balance, neither to the left nor to the right, and Harry didn't know how to do it without messing up, or coming to the best conclusion.
"So," r said after taking another deep breath, "I really don't have a request from you to "give me the response I want immediately." Really, I don’t have such high demands on your rusty head. "
"…………"
Even though he said this, Harry's heart still sank.
"But I hope you - accept it," R bit the inside of his mouth and said while feeling the breath
It became increasingly difficult for him to say these words, which was tantamount to bleeding his self-esteem, but miraculously, another emotion supported him to continue to push the status quo forward, "You have to accept one thing, then Even in my opinion, you are unmotivated, easily soft-hearted, and indecisive like a virgin. You are also easily kidnapped by your own morals and think too much—"
It must be said. It must be done.
r has already seen an ending that buries all his feelings - even if the man with the same name as him has not started his own plan, he can never be called "living normally". He, and Harry, an ostrich, had made r realize one thing. .five
No matter how shameless Gryffindor is, there are some things and people that if you don't fight for them, there won't be any progress.
"——But for me," R said, "you are the person who is different from others. This difference has nothing to do with your ability, your advantages and disadvantages. If one day I remove my eyes from If you are removed from me and your life is taken away from you, I will feel empty. I don’t know what you mean to-"
He swallowed: "What are the requirements for a love relationship? But what you need to know is that I have thought about what kind of wife I want to have before - you are not that ideal type. You and I The ideal type is far away from me."
Harry: "…………"
"But now I don't want to put a ring on anyone else," R said, with easily detectable nervousness in his voice, "I-my father once said that he would find me a fiancée, but I don't want to live with anyone else. The rest of my life. It was...perfect, but not what I wanted. I thought it was perfect before, but now I think it's bullshit."
I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
The unspoken words were left in his mouth, but Harry still understood what he meant.
"I was not like this before," R said. "I should be a person similar to my father, with similar selection criteria. But since I met you, there is something else in me, and it makes me different. The old me made me do some things that I didn't approve of before, but now I think this change is not bad. I think this matter is your responsibility."
"...That's because you are growing up." Harry whispered into the sheets, "We all grow up and change."
He touched his hot ears and thought about it: apart from beating R violently to teach him to respect Herone, or telling him not to turn pranks into school bullying, Harry did not take the initiative to do anything to change R's behavior or thoughts. .
As his best friend, Harry knew very well that r got better and better by his own will.
He is like a relatively precious but not too rare flower seed. At first, Harry did not force him to bloom the most beautiful and best flowers, but since he got it by chance, it has grown better and better. , and during the whole process, he did not do anything to force it, nor did he deliberately put too much expectations into it, he just... kept company with it.
But no matter what, Harry liked the flowers it was now blooming.
"The trouble this change brings to me is," R said, "I am no longer satisfied with the path others have arranged for me, and I don't want to think about how many benefits marriage can bring me. I just want the simplest thing—— I want to be with you. Being around you is a lot of trouble, and you drive me crazy a lot of the time, but I no longer feel empty, boring, or lonely. Of course, if I just have to choose a playmate , I can find the ten most docile and obedient ones. You have seen Goyle and Crabbe. They have no other advantages except being obedient."
Harry twitched his lips as he recalled the two majestic followers.
"The reason why I am asking for trouble," R said with a bit of complaint in his tone, but his mood became much more relaxed after saying these words, "not because "I have to", but because "I am happy", understand." ? "
Harry was silent for a moment.
"So...?" he asked in an extremely soft voice.
"So you have to know," r said firmly.
Say, "I want to be your soul mate, want to be with you, confess to you, and devote myself to you all because of "I want to", not "I have to". It's not you enjoying the benefits, it's me doing things to please myself. "
He reached out and grabbed the corner of Harry's sheets again.
"If you love me - love me in a broad sense," r said softly, "don't refuse me to have feelings for you. Specifically, don't stay away from me because of my confession, and don't stay away from me because of my devotion to you. You have to make a clear separation from me, and don't tolerate other people approaching us just because of "it's for me". Don't presume that I need something, and don't care so much about whether I did something wrong for you. Thing - you have to respect all the choices I make at this stage. "
"You can," he said, "you don't have to make a choice right away. But you have to regard my love for you as your own thing. It is your thing, and you have to at least care about it. If someone wants to take it from you, Take it away here, and you will at least be angry for a while instead of saying to yourself "this is how it should be". Take Pansy for example, if she still troubles you next time and gets involved among us, you should hang her up in Gryffindor's tower. "
"And I know very well that you can't really like her as a person. She's like an unpleasant dog. She's annoying. She never respects Granger," R said. "You're just doing what you think is right. .So I have to make you swear to me——"
"——Don't think about whether it's right or not, don't think about whether this thing will hurt me," he said forcefully, "Put my feelings for you into your pocket and care about it as your own. Cherish. Even if you want to tell me, "We are only thirteen now, and we will fall in love with others in the future." It is also a matter of future things -who knows, your dad just spent so many years like the same person? He is very happy. "
The hills arched from the sheets were extremely quiet at this time. R didn't know what Harry would be in it, but he had no way back to go.
"... Of course." In the end, his volume fiercely smaller, "If ... if you don't have any crush on the object now, I hope you can ... say, do you have?" Ask easily.
"...*& a; (*) & a;."
The sound of mosquitoes came from under the hillbag. R distinguished what he was talking about for a long time, and he couldn't help but be a little nervous.
——Inded what is really Wang Ba egg in front of him?
"You have a loud voice, will the ceiling fall?" R complained, "Please be a normal person, make it clear -alas, 唔 唔? ?!"
Swipe and pull——
Hurry up, the sheets that he suddenly dumped!
"……Shut up."
Before he pulled the sheets down, he heard a slightly louder answer than the sound of mosquitoes, and suddenly laughed. He told the sheets and told:
"You hit me with a sheet and I actually called me to close-"
His voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes nailed to Harry like permanent adhesion.
Harry — was staring at Harry with a delicate look, the whole face, from his forehead to the neck, from the cheeks to the auricle, all of them were hot red. If he drinks it, it is okay to say, but during the medicine, Harry, as a patient, is definitely a finger.
"Your face-" R said.
Harry stiffed. He immediately stretched out his hand, stuck his cheeks with two slaps, and covered his face tightly, so as not to let R see it.
R blinked and responded slowly. Almost a moment, he understood why Harry wrapped the sheets.
"It turns out that you are not a piece of wood," his eyes opened wide, and his face was ecstatic. "I really want to thank Merlin!"
"... Don't say anymore." The man who buried his face in the slap said trembled, "Let me go on
dying--"
"So," R was tagging while hot, "Seeing that I was smashed by you, please answer me clearly -have you any other secret love object at this stage? How did you answer it just now?"
Harry's body trembled, and it seemed that he could rose up the next second and slap him a few times. But after a few deep breaths, R only saw Harry swallowed his mouth, turned his body over, and turned his back to him.
About ten seconds later, Ring only heard that he answered in a sleepwalking tone:
"…………No."
