grryffindor secret

Harry was getting used to it about Draco Malfoy.He's gotten used to 17-year-old Malfoy for a long time, and sometimes he feels like he's missing something if he doesn't have an argument with that bastard, and now he's trying to stop denying the little boy. The importance to him, of accepting five-year-old Draco as part of his life.

There might be something wrong with this, but it happened naturally.

He summoned a glass bottle and put the paper cranes in it - except for the one with Draco and the unicorn, and the one with the two of them, which Harry left outside.

The stroke of midnight was over, but Draco was still excited, he didn't want to go back, his little hand grabbed Harry's front, "I want to stay a little longer, Harry." Seriously, he was getting better at playing with Harry's soft-heartedness. .

"It's too late, Draco." Harry said, he felt his warming spell had begun to wear off, and the coolness was squeezing into the air around them, he caught the two paper cranes still in the air and placed them in Draco palm, and then arranged the hat and scarf for the little boy, "Gry is still in the bedroom by himself, you don't want him to be alone for too long, do you?"

"Oh, yes," the boy's voice trailed off, "I shouldn't have forgotten Gry," he said reproachfully.

"Protect your gift, I will hold you." Harry said gently, "Severus will be angry if he finds out that you didn't go to bed on time." In fact, he didn't want to go back that much, he hadn't recovered from the silence just now But anyway, he couldn't let Draco stay out later - Snape would know, unless, unless he wanted to be boiled into a potion by him.

When he returned to the bedroom with Draco in his arms, the Horntail was already dozing off, and it sprayed a small fireball impatiently after being woken up, gave Harry a sleepy look, and opened the door.He changed clothes for Draco and himself, and after washing, he pushed the little boy forcefully onto the bed.

Draco had learned to haggle with him, and he refused to sleep. Harry had to agree with him, and before he went to bed, they hung two paper cranes with ribbons on the window next to Draco's bed, and put the glass bottle containing the paper cranes on the windowsill.And he kept his promise, turning Griffin's little bow tie back to a "scary" silver-green.

When Harry woke up, Draco had already run out of bed to see his present.He guessed that the little boy had washed his face himself, but his hair was still up in a mess and his whole body was almost buried in the presents - well, he should have expected Malfoy's popularity.

"Good morning Harry!" Draco said cheerfully.

He took a shower and joined Draco with Griffin in his arms. Harry pulled a cushion and sat next to the little boy, "Morning, Draco, what have you received?"

"Father and mother sent me a book about potions, but it's kind of hard and I can't read it. Would you like to read it Harry?" Draco asked, fumbling for a moment, then raised the right book in both hands. It was a bit too big for him, and the book with a black cover that didn't look too good was handed to him, which made Harry shudder.

"No, I don't want to read it," he said firmly, carefully floating the book a little farther away with his wand. "I guess it's for you at seventeen."

"Well, it should be. Because my mother also sent me a model of a longhorned dragon!" Draco held up a small dragon to show Harry, which looked like a gadget he got in the fourth grade lottery, "You wouldn't have guessed, Harry, that Blaise gave me a kid's broom! Vincent's was a golden snitch with my name on it," he said excitedly. "Greg's gift was a Quidditch book, like Went shopping with them - I bet, they've always been together since they were kids..." Harry then noticed a small long object in the pile of presents that reminded him of first grade What it looked like when he received his Nimbus 2000.

"You have a group of loyal and good friends, Draco." Harry said sincerely, he was happy for the love and care Draco received from the bottom of his heart, not thinking about the truth behind those two Slytherin gifts. Try your new broom this afternoon," he suggested.

"Really?" Draco's little face flushed, he got up off his cushion and threw himself into Harry's arms, "Can I really go? Will you stay with me?"

"If you want me to accompany you," Harry replied, "I guess your father hasn't taught you to fly yet?"

"Yes, Father said I was young, but he promised to teach me when I was seven," Draco said.

"I think I can fly you a little lower." Harry comforted the little boy, "Why don't you keep unwrapping your other presents?"

He accompanied Draco through the unwrapping of his remaining presents, as well as his own - most impressive of which were the twins' new products, and, as expected, books from Hermione and Mrs. Weasley's sweater. Harry found out that Draco's gift came from all the remaining Slytherins.They did know Draco's preferences, but it looked like the presents were for the older Draco, who helped the little boy put them all in boxes - at least not yet.To his surprise, Hermione also gave Draco a gift, a Muggle children's picture book, and attached a note, Harry almost imagined Ron blushing and arguing with Hermione, which said that Ron Rejected that his name also appeared on the wrapping paper, so only Granger was credited.

"Snowman?" Draco rolled into Harry's arms, just like last night when they were on the Quidditch pitch, and he read the name on the picture book before turning to the first page, "... Pictures of melons really don’t move, how do they see them?”

"They don't know that pictures can be moved." Harry said half-heartedly, in fact, as a wizard who grew up in the Muggle world until he was 11 years old, he didn't know this either. "Let me see what book this is, I think I can read it to you."

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's body, and took the storybook, "James woke up in the morning and found that the outside was covered with snow, he rushed to the garden as fast as he could, and built a snowman... ..."

"He put a hat on it, put a scarf on it, made its nose out of oranges, and made its eyes from buttons...James is always thinking about it, and he can't even sleep at night..."

"In the middle of the night he tiptoed out to see his snowman, and suddenly, the snowman moved!"

"Is that weird?" Draco interjected, looking utterly puzzled.

"Well, remember, Muggles don't know magic," Harry replied.

"James invited the snowman into his house and reminded it to keep quiet. The snowman was curious about everything here. They even sneaked into James' parents' room, and the snowman put on their clothes."

The snowman in the picture is wearing a women's hat, men's overalls, and a striped tie. Draco giggled at the funny look, "That's weird." His eyes rolled up.

Harry also smiled, resting his chin lightly on the top of the little boy's head, continuing to read his story. "...the snowman took James' hand and ran out of the house. Then they kept flying up and flying..."

"Eventually they fell softly back to the ground and James gave the snowman a big hug and said good night."

"The next day, he woke up with the sun blinding his face. He thought he had to see how the snowman was doing! James hurried out of the room and across the living room, his parents looked at him suspiciously , and then he came into the garden..."

The story ends in the picture.All that was left in the garden were scarves, hats, buttons, and oranges, lying peacefully in the melted snow.

Draco fell silent.

"It's gone, isn't it?" the little boy asked softly after a while.

Harry closed the book and put it aside, not knowing how to answer that.He was a little upset that the book Hermione had given Draco was such a sad story.

"I thought, well, it, it just left," Harry said, and that was all he could say.

"Will you leave?" Draco asked another question abruptly.

He didn't understand why Draco always felt so insecure, Harry's gut told him it was because of that nightmare.And despite that, now he's dealing with a five-year-old who's not as complicated as an adult, who just needs, reassures, and promises.Just like he did before.

"Of course I'll be here," he said, picking Draco up in his arms and turning around, looking him straight into his gray eyes, "I promise you, Draco. I'll never, never leave you. Okay." ?"

The little boy also tilted his head and looked at him seriously for a while, as if digesting his words.

"So, what if I turn back to 17 years old? You said, I should be 17 years old. Will I forget this? Will you still abide by these words?"

Harry froze.

"I will," he finally answered, and Harry said in his firmest tone, not caring if it was too sentimental, "Even if you forget, I'll remember these words."

After lunch, he helped Draco carry his new broom and took the boy to the Quidditch pitch again.The snow fell all night, and the footprints they stepped on yesterday were covered again. Draco bouncing ahead and leaving a fresh string, he ran to the center of the field, then turned back and waved at Harry.

"Be careful!" Harry yelled, "Just say it first, I won't help you Draco if you fall!"

He briefly explained to Draco how to fly - one of the things he was good at, and then he let Draco onto his broom, relieved to see the little boy was able to control it firmly for the first time, Harry put his hands up The guards were on both sides of the little boy's body, moving slowly with him.

"How am I doing?" Draco asked, still looking nervous as he gripped the broom tightly.

"Very good." Harry said sincerely, holding the little boy's shoulders and helping him stabilize his balance, "Look, Draco, you are only five years old, and you can fly so smoothly."

They practiced for a while longer, and Harry allowed Draco to speed up a little, drawing circles in the center.

"Want to go to a higher place with me?" he asked, "I can't let you fly too high by yourself, Severus and your father will definitely not let me go. But I can take you up for a while .”

"Really?"

"Of course." Harry laughed, and then he summoned his fire broom, lifted Draco off his broom, put him on top of the fire, and stepped up himself, one hand protecting Draco. The boy holds the direction with one hand.

"Are you ready?"

"I can't wait!"

He kicked lightly and slowly rose into the air, the cold air swept over their ears, Harry felt that his decision to wrap Draco into a ball could not have been more wise, at least they would not become a big one here A small or two ice sculptures.

The snow didn't stop, they walked through the sparse flakes, and occasionally the sunlight from the clouds made them shine, "James and the snowman must have seen this too." Harry lowered his head and looked at Draco's He said in his ear, "The difference is that it was at night, but the moonlight is just as beautiful."

"They must have been as happy as we were, right?"

"certainly."

They looked down at Hogwarts from the air, and the whole castle was covered with snow and glowed with light.It's all too quiet.If it wasn't for Draco, he really wanted to fly around so quickly, forget everything around him, feel the wind, feel the cold, feel alive.

"Am I flying well?" Draco asked, throwing his head back. "I mean, 17-year-old me."