your first love my robbery

Harry's occasion

Can't sleep.

Harry blinked and looked at the ceiling.The green curtains soften the gorgeous murals on the top, and the intricate patterns climb down the walls and disappear behind the equally gorgeous furniture.

Can't sleep.

Harry turned over and looked at the large landscape painting on the left through the curtain.It was said to be a painting of the life of one of Malfoy's ancestors, but at least Harry never saw the Malfoy who was supposed to be in the painting when he was in the house.

Can't sleep.

Harry didn't know what time it was.There is still deep darkness outside the window, it must be very late, right?Or is it almost morning?He didn't want to have dark circles under his eyes and be laughed at by others - if some bastard saw it, he would definitely laugh at himself severely.But……

I can't sleep at all...

Harry curled himself up into a small ball resignedly and buried himself in the quilt, but his heart was unprecedentedly peaceful.

He likes Draco Malfoy.It seems to like it a little more than I imagined.Although he could count many faults with that person, he still secretly liked him humblely, and almost even deceived himself.

But so what.He wasn't going to forgive that bastard anymore.

Are you going back to Hogwarts tomorrow?Cousin Narcissa can definitely understand her. There are only a few days left after leaving school, and those two gentlemen might take her in.It's okay to let him live in the medical room. I heard that Madam Pomfrey doesn't come home during the holidays. Although he can't help much, he is still very good at cleaning.

Harry hugged his legs tightly, but still felt that his body was slowly cooling down, gradually reaching a temperature he couldn't bear.He opened his eyes wide, not daring to blink in the sealed dark environment.

As expected, he was still too weak a child, otherwise why would he cry at every turn?

Woo... Mom...

I don't know when he fell asleep, and when he woke up again, Harry only felt so hot, as if he was back on the lawn under the sun at No. 4 Privet Drive.He struggled to open his eyes, but his eyelids were extremely heavy. It took him a long time to open half of them. He could only see different lights and shadows flashing in front of his eyes, but he couldn't see anything clearly.My whole body seemed to be filled with lead, and I couldn't move at all.

It was so bad... Harry closed his eyes as if giving up.He knew how it felt, when he was about 5 years old, there was a magic riot, and Uncle Vernon beat him up and shut the cupboard for a week.Originally they wanted to lock him up for a month, but later they found that the food that had been put into the cupboard hadn’t been moved for two days. When they opened the cupboard, they found that he was sick, and they rushed to the hospital in a panic.That's how it felt at that time, the whole body was cold and hot for a while, and the whole person was groggy and unable to move.I heard it was called a fever, and it almost killed him because he was not sent to the doctor in time.Will it be the same this time?

The jaw was lifted slightly, the teeth were carefully pried open, and a disgusting taste poured into the mouth along with an unknown liquid.He was forced to tilt his head back as the potion flowed down his esophagus.A glass of clear water followed to wash away the remaining medicine in the mouth.Harry felt instantly relieved.

His eyelids fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was the platinum boy standing behind a group of adults with a look of bewilderment, his worried gaze unexpectedly met his gaze, and he immediately turned aside embarrassingly.The boy murmured as if to say something, but he didn't hear it.

Snape, who was standing next to the bed, frowned tightly, still holding an empty medicine bottle in his hand.Harry's eyes flinched.Thinking about it, this is what I was forced to drink just now, it really is a typical Snape potion, the taste... vomit...

Harry couldn't help making a bitter face, the strange thing was that Snape didn't mock him, but just gave him a look, then turned and went out.Narcissa, who was standing beside him, immediately stepped forward, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him apologetically: "I'm really sorry, it's because we didn't take good care of you and made you sick. Are you feeling better now?"

Although the taste is really not flattering, Professor Snape's potion is indeed surprisingly effective. Compared to a few minutes ago, Harry felt much better, so he nodded and replied: "Yes, Cousin Narcissa, I'm much better .”

Narcissa breathed a sigh of relief, gently helped him sit up, put a pillow behind him and let him lean on it: "Then let the house elf serve you a bowl of porridge? Fill your stomach first." The voice just finished , a bowl of steaming meat porridge appeared on the bedside table.Narcissa took it up without hesitation, scooped up a spoonful and blew a few times, and handed it to his mouth.

Harry wanted to say that he can come by himself without trouble, but now he is still soft-handed, afraid that he can't even lift the bowl, so he blushed silently and opened his mouth to take a bite.

Spoonful after spoonful of the fragrant meat porridge, Harry kept his eyes fixed on the quilt on his body.He knew that the man was standing not far away, and his breathing could be heard in the quiet room, but Harry didn't look up until the bowl of porridge was empty.

"Harry, is there anything else you need? Let me know."

Harry stared at the beautiful, gentle face.Although Draco looked a lot like his father, Uncle Lucius was more serious. In contrast, Draco's face was less angular, with soft lines more like his mother.

The hands under the covers tightened, and Harry looked into those eyes with a reassuring smile.He heard himself say, "I want to go home."

"I want to go back to Hogwarts." He repeated firmly, and saw the woman looking at him tenderly shed a line of tears.Harry panicked immediately, "Yes, I'm sorry!"

Narcissa wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, and rubbed his hair: "No, it's me who should say I'm sorry. I didn't teach Draco well, and you were wronged." She said and tucked the boy back into the quilt , leaned down, pressed a kiss on his forehead, and then stood up, "I'll let Lucius write a letter to Hogwarts, you should take a good rest here, and someone will pick you up in the afternoon gone."

"…Thanks." Harry blinked, watching her gratefully as she left the room and closed the door.

The room was quiet again.He closed his eyes, even though he heard the sound of soft footsteps approaching a little bit, he did not open them.

Gryffindor may be careless and doesn't care about many things, but it is undeniable that Gryffindor is a group of extremely stubborn guys who will never turn back after learning one thing.

The shallow breath brushed over the broken hair falling on the neck, itching.A cautious call sounded beside his ear, and there was actually a hint of crying in his trembling voice: "Harry..."

Obviously he was the one being bullied, why should he act like a victim!

"I like you."

Deceiving.

"Really like you."

It's all deceptive.

"I'm so worried that you don't like me at all..."

So are you satisfied now?

"I won't bully you anymore, so..."

I won't believe it.

"...Don't go, okay?"

Harry opened his eyes suddenly, staring coldly at the other person's face that seemed to be about to cry: "I don't believe it."

Draco choked, and having never coaxed anyone, he had no idea what to do next: "How about you give me a bottle of Veritaserum too?"

His face changed suddenly: "I'm not you, Malfoy."

The platinum boy's expression froze, as if trying to suppress his temper.Harry didn't want to think about what the other person was thinking, maybe he didn't sleep well the night before, and he started to feel sleepy.Covering his lips, he yawned a little, and there was steam in his eyes. Harry turned his head and stopped looking at him. He pulled up the quilt and wanted to cover himself inside, but was blocked by a hand.

His cold hands trembled slightly, and a chocolate frog was handed in front of him.

"You like to eat chocolate frogs when you're angry, and you won't be angry if you eat a few more." Draco said, "When you're in a bad mood, you like to fly around outside; when you're happy, you eat an extra piece of cheesecake than usual. ;I really don’t like drinking milk but I force myself to drink a big glass every night; every time it’s too late for homework, I’ll finish my meal within 10 minutes and pack it up to take home; I have to eat 3 after Quidditch training Bread and butter; every night before potions class, I will definitely have nightmares, and after potions class, I will eat almost twice as much as usual..."

"You spy on me!" Harry became angrier the more he heard it, sat up suddenly, and stared at the platinum boy fiercely.Draco tilted his head, his ears turned pink, and whispered to himself: "I haven't been peeking at you..."

As if his heart had been gently pinched by someone, Harry was startled, his face flushed immediately, and he quickly wrapped himself in the quilt in a panic.Even if he couldn't see it, he could imagine his blushing.

What a shame!Although it can be inferred that he has a fever, it must not be seen by him!

Gradually, strands of joy filled my heart.He always thought that he was just a person who liked him, and never thought that one day he would get a response. The gap between them was too big and the gap was too deep. Harry never dared to think that this person was also paying attention to him all the time, even more than him. Know your habits.

But soon, the joy turned sour.When Harry thought about what had happened in the past two days, he felt deeply powerless.The Gryffindor headmaster was right, Draco Malfoy liked himself.But he is not the headmaster, and he really can't bear Slytherin's expression of "if you like it, you will bully it fiercely".

"I've apologized, don't be angry anymore, okay?" The voice came through the quilt, muffled.

ignore him.

"Harry..."

Resolutely ignore him.

There was a long silence.Feeling sleepy again, Harry rubbed his eyes and ignored the bastard outside.

"Then go to bed first, and I won't bother you." The last words that came in were full of frustration.Harry felt someone kiss his forehead lightly through the covers.After a while, the door closed gently.

So what if he really likes himself?He will never forgive that annoying guy.

At least these few days won't be tat...

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I fell asleep comfortably, and the sky was full of sunset outside the window.Harry blinked in bewilderment and looked around.This is no longer the guest room of Malfoy's house. Judging from the quaint appearance, it should be a room in Hogwarts.

Sitting on the sofa not far away was an unusually handsome young man.His pale and slender fingers gently twisted the slightly yellowed pages of the book, and the flickering lights reflected his faint phantom on the wall.Seemingly aware of his movement, the man looked up, and the corner of his mouth evoked a standard aristocratic smirk: "Are you awake?"

Harry flinched instinctively.This strange man gave him a very strange feeling.He was obviously prettier than Malfoy, but he didn't like him at all, instead he wanted to stay away from him clamoring all over his body.

His intuition told him that this person was dangerous, very dangerous, not as harmless as he looked.

"Viddie Slytherin, who will start teaching Muggle Studies next school year." Viddy raised his eyebrows, introduced himself, and then added maliciously, "I think you must know the name I used to use,' The savior 'Harry Potter~"

Harry reacted quickly, his eyes widening in horror.This man's surname is Slytherin!And isn't the most famous descendant of Slytherin right now...

"I am Voldemort."

"..."

What should I do if I suddenly meet the Dark Lord and I am still the so-called "fated to kill you" boy?Harry only knew that his mind went blank all of a sudden, and he could only stare blankly at the book in his hand as he turned his eyes back to the book in his hand in disgust: "I've already gone to teach Muggles to study, what are you afraid of?"

I am not afraid!Harry wanted to yell so loudly, but he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth.But what surprised him even more was that Voldemort, who was said to hate Muggles so much and wanted to kill them all, actually went to teach Muggles research? !

He stared at the man not far away.Is this the man who killed his parents, orphaned him, and endured ten years of abuse at the house of his uncle and aunt?For some reason, although Harry was sure that the other party was not lying, he had a feeling of "it's not exactly like this".

His intuition has always been accurate, except for the fact that someone actually likes him, he failed very weakly, and he has never made a mistake in other aspects.

"You're not." Harry forced himself to relax, seeing the other party's mocking smile, and added, "At least not quite."

Viddy looked at him again with interest: "How do you know?"

"Hmm...it feels like..." Harry was a little embarrassed.

"..." This time it was Vidi's turn to be speechless.

He hates intuitive creatures!Thinking of his own snake that either only talked nonsense, or seldom said something useful that could completely poke his wound, Vidi gritted his teeth and decided to let Nagini stay in the wilderness for a while longer!

The sound of the door opening caught their attention.Seeing Salazar Slytherin walk in, Harry tensed up tensely: "Good evening! Well, Professor Slytherin!"

Salazar nodded and said to Vidi, "Your office is on the third floor, you can arrange it yourself."

Viddy shrugged helplessly, closed the book in his hand, saluted the ancestors and walked out of the room.Salazar turned to Harry, took a closer look, and said, "This room can be changed according to your own wishes. After you go out, walk back and forth in front of this wall three times, think about the style of the room, and then open the door to get your own I like the house. Don't run around before school starts, snap your fingers and let the house elves do what you want." After finishing speaking, he left.

Harry moved his hands and feet and found that his body was completely healed.He climbed out of bed and walked out of the room according to Snake Ancestor's words, and the door on the wall disappeared immediately.He closed his eyes and walked back and forth three times thinking "I want a room of my own" in his mind, then opened his eyes again and froze for a while.

In front of him is the door that he has never been familiar with these days.Harry stared at the door covered with intricate and gorgeous dark green patterns for a long time before he sighed and stretched out his hand to open it.

Sure enough, the layout inside was exactly the same as the place he had just left, and even the hanging curtains on the bed were still light green, not golden red because he was a Gryffindor.There is a hint of fragrance in the air, which is Draco Malfoy's favorite perfume.

Harry threw himself into the big soft bed, burying his face deep in the pillow.