After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

When Draco came back, it was still early and there was still some time before his usual bedtime.

After he and Harry finished washing up, they sat on the soft and comfortable sofa, shoulder to shoulder and close to each other, as usual.

This dormitory was already extremely spacious. As time went by, the two beds that were originally placed on both sides had been quietly brought together without anyone noticing, forming a larger bed.

It also gives the two of them more space to store their growing personal belongings.

After all, for someone like Draco who never treats himself badly, comfort in life is absolutely crucial.

The spell that he and Harry were most proficient in was probably the Space Expansion Charm.

Although someone warned them not to abuse this spell, so what?

As long as the door is closed, who can know the "little" magic they are performing in the house?

Could it be possible that the Ministry of Magic would really come to accuse me for such a trivial matter?

Harry gently hugged Draco from behind and let him sit in his arms.

He slowly buried his head in Draco's snow-white neck and took a deep breath greedily.

They were obviously using the same shower gel, but he just felt that Draco's smelled better.

Fresh, delicate and unique, the scent of freesia...

Draco's body trembled slightly involuntarily, but he did not try to break free from Harry's arms.

On the contrary, his beating heart was playing a clearly audible rhythm in Harry's ears.

Harry quietly felt the warmth coming from Draco's body, and he felt extremely peaceful and comfortable.

He gently closed his eyes and immersed himself in the moment of silence.

Draco slowly turned sideways and glanced at Harry slightly, and their eyes met instantly.

He raised his hand and stroked Harry's face with his long, feather-light fingers.

The white and tender fingertips gently touched Harry's skin, like a breeze blowing across the lake, causing tiny ripples in Harry's heart.

Draco's eyes were softer than ever before, like the shimmering water of a lake under the warm spring sun.

"Harry..." Draco whispered Harry's name softly, so softly that only the two of them could hear it.

He frowned slightly, his eyes showing a bit of confusion. He didn't quite understand what he wanted to do, as if he was lost in a fog and couldn't find the direction.

This feeling was very strange, making Draco feel both strange and familiar.

A strong thought came to his mind - he wanted to kiss Harry so badly...

The last time I had such an impulse was in that quiet observatory.

Harry didn't say a word, he just stared at Draco quietly, his emerald green eyes filled with deep love and endless expectation.

He lowered his eyes slightly, fixed his gaze on Draco's face which was so close to him, then reached out his hand and gently stroked Draco's slender waist with a hint of suggestiveness.

Draco's waist was so slender that he couldn't help but tremble slightly when Harry touched it.

A trace of confusion suddenly flashed in the depths of Draco's eyes.

Then, his breathing began to become a little rapid, and his chest rose and fell with each inhalation and exhalation.

Harry's fingers continued to gently caress his waist, and the subtle touch brought waves of wonderful feelings that spread throughout his body like electric currents.

Draco's throat rolled uncontrollably, and he opened his mouth slightly but didn't know what to say.

Harry keenly caught this subtle movement, his eyes fell on Draco's lips, and his heart trembled slightly.

He inched closer to Draco.

The distance between them grew closer and closer until their noses were almost touching.

Draco didn't resist or retreat.

His eyes were like being drawn by a magnet, locked on Harry, unable to move away even a little bit.

"Harry...hand..." Draco's voice was as light as the breeze blowing through the strings of a piano, with an undisguised tremor.

At the same time, his slender white fingers grabbed the corner of Harry's clothes tightly as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw.

Harry put his arm around Draco's waist and applied a little force, bringing them closer together.

Harry didn't say anything, he just gently leaned close to Draco's lips and placed a soft kiss.

The kiss was even lighter than a dragonfly touching the water, but it contained the cherishment and love that Harry had hidden deep in his heart for a long time.

Draco's body trembled slightly involuntarily.

It's not shyness, but inexplicable excitement.

He stretched out his arms and carefully wrapped them around Harry's neck, wanting to keep this beauty by his side forever.

The originally gentle kiss gradually became passionate because of Draco's response.

Their lips were pressed tightly together, exchanging hot breaths, filling the air around them with a sweet and ambiguous atmosphere.

At that moment, it seemed as if they were the only two people left in the world, their heartbeats blending together to create a beautiful melody.

Their fingers shuttled back and forth in each other's soft hair, feeling each other's warmth and real presence.

The kiss lasted for a very long time, as if they were using all their strength to imprint each other deeply in the depths of their souls.

Until they had to stop to breathe.

They were a little apart, but their eyes were still tightly intertwined and entangled.

Draco's slender white fingers slowly slid across Harry's slightly wet lips, and a faint smile and deep love slowly flowed in his eyes.

"Harry... I love you." Draco murmured softly, as if the name was the most precious spell in the world.

Hearing these words, Harry felt his heart suddenly run wildly like a wild horse, his chest heaving violently, a warm current rushed to his cheeks, and a layer of blush appeared.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the surging waves of emotion in his heart, and then responded in the same gentle voice: "I love you too, Draco."

Behind these simple words lies endless affection and kindness. His love for Draco had quietly sprouted at some point, and then it burned like a prairie fire, unstoppable and deep.

"Forever." Harry hugged Draco tightly in his arms, buried his head in the warm crook of his neck, and murmured.

Draco chuckled contentedly and nestled obediently in Harry's broad arms, feeling the warmth and security that belonged only to his lover.

The two of them snuggled together quietly, enjoying this rare quiet moment.

After a while, Harry suddenly remembered to ask Draco what he had done today.

"Remember when I told you that something was missing from Ciel's soul?"

Draco leaned on the sofa, looking lazy, even yawning from time to time, as if he would fall asleep at any time.

Harry carefully picked up a soft blanket and gently wrapped Draco in it.

Even though the room was warm, Harry was still worried that Draco might catch a cold and become ill.

After taking care of Draco, Harry finally had the energy to concentrate and began to seriously recall the things about Charles's missing soul.

"Hmm...I seem to have some impression." He responded while thinking.

The relationship between Harry and Ciel is neither too good nor too bad, and there is not much direct connection between them.

Since Draco was quite fond of Ciel, Harry would occasionally pay attention to news about Ciel.

Draco nodded slightly. "I visited the funeral home today, and as expected, the missing part of Ciel's soul is indeed with him."

After hearing the news, Harry couldn't help feeling a little confused. He frowned subconsciously, staring at Draco, quietly waiting for him to further explain the reasons.

Draco paused for a moment, then slowly said, "The reason why Ciel is missing a soul is because he is a twin."

Whether in the ordinary Muggle world or in the magical wizarding community, twins are a very special and rare existence.

In the magical world, the birth of twins usually heralds unique powers and an uncertain fate.

Charles Phantomhive and his brother Eric Phantomhive naturally could not escape this fate.

Through communication with the funeral home and Eric, Draco gradually learned many unknown secrets behind the twins.

Eric is the legitimate heir of the Phantomhive family. He is older than Ciel and is Ciel's real twin brother.

As children, Eric and Ciel had a close relationship.

They never had any arguments or conflicts, and always accompanied and supported each other.

At that time, Eric was in good health and had a lively and cheerful personality. He often played with his cousin and fiancée Elizabeth and his amiable aunt Mrs. Red, and laughter filled every corner.

When accompanying his father to various grand parties, Eric always behaved gracefully and politely, and was able to greet everyone in a warm and friendly manner.

Eric is especially caring towards his younger brother Charles and regards him as the most precious thing in his life.

He felt that as long as he could play with his younger brother, that would be the happiest thing in the world.

Such a sunny and warm boy is extremely afraid of loneliness.

Once upon a time, when Eric learned that Charles wanted to become a toy merchant when he grew up and might leave him, he burst into tears and even resisted learning knowledge for a while, and was even more unwilling to inherit the title of earl in the future.

Fortunately, after his parents’ earnest persuasion and comfort, Eric finally understood that only if he was strong enough could he better protect his younger brother in the future.

Therefore, in order to give Charles a solid support, Eric finally made up his mind and bravely took on the responsibility of inheriting the title of Earl.

On the night of their tenth birthday, when everyone was immersed in the joyous atmosphere of celebration, he keenly noticed the strange atmosphere permeating the Phantomhive mansion.

This ominous premonition made him alert.

In order to ensure the safety of his younger brother Charles, he kept Charles in a warm and comfortable bedroom and told Charles not to come out no matter what happened.

Afterwards, he went alone to face those people with ulterior motives.

Since that night, he seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth and there was no news of him.

Fate is always full of dramatic twists and turns.

By chance, Charles met Eric again at a dirty auction.

At this point they are no longer free, but are sold together as commodities at a marked price.

Eventually, they were bought by a wealthy buyer at an astonishingly high price and taken to the Black Mass Church hidden deep in the darkness.

There, the two brothers suffered inhuman torture and humiliation.

Those heartless Black Mass believers cruelly branded them with a mark of shame - a mark only worn by lowly and lowly animals.

From then on, they were locked up in cold iron cages like animals, with heavy chains tied to their feet to prevent them from escaping.

Every day was filled with endless pain and suffering, and this dark life lasted for a whole month.

Finally, one night a month later, the Black Mass believers gathered together and prepared to hold an evil ritual to summon the devil.

Eric was unfortunately chosen as the first victim and was dragged roughly onto the bloodstained altar.

The gleaming cold blade mercilessly pierced his body, blood splattered everywhere, and the precious ring hidden in his abdomen, which symbolized the head of the Phantomhive family, was also forcibly taken out.

This greatly stimulated Ciel, who summoned Sebastian.

Afterwards, Sebastian killed the Black Mass members and set fire to the church.

As the raging fire engulfed the entire Black Mass Church, no one knew that Eric was quietly rescued by the funeral home.

From then on, he stayed quietly by the funeral home. Although his soul was severely hurt, he was always concerned about his younger brother Charles.

Eric often silently pays attention to Charles's every move through various channels.

Draco had a good impression of Eric.

The young man, whose face was exactly the same as Charles', was recounting his past experiences with a calm expression, as if the many hardships he had experienced were nothing but a breeze to him.

Eric has the same handsome appearance as Charles. To outsiders, the two brothers are simply cast in the same mold. If they exchanged identities, I am afraid no one would be able to easily notice the clues.

However, in terms of personality and demeanor, Eric is more similar to Vincent.