grryffindor secret

"Hi," Harry swallowed, stepping back a little on his hands and feet, "Dra...uh, Malfoy."

"Damn it, my whole body hurts..." Draco's voice was slightly hoarse, he tried to straighten his upper body with the support of his elbows, but a burst of soreness stopped him, and he gave up and maintained the position he had just been lying on his side.It also gave Harry a good view of his face, and Griffin leaned closer to him again, cupping Draco's hand, "Hey, little one, I don't have the energy to hug you right now..."

"Hmm...so I guess it's more difficult to get bigger than smaller?"

"If you'd realized this sooner, you wouldn't have forgotten to give me a bottle of painkiller ahead of time...Damn...all my bones...I think I must be falling apart...Damn Potter..."

"You shouldn't expect me to think about everything!... Well, I really forgot." Harry didn't know where to look, it was true, 17-year-old Draco Malfoy really came back, "You, you still Okay?" he asked, finding it really hard to form words sometimes.

"I seem to... had a very long dream..." Draco said, Harry's heart sank, maybe he really didn't remember, the boy was more like talking to himself, he looked up instead Lying on the bed, closing his eyes, "Give me a few minutes, Potter... Potter... I don't know, it will... so... hurt..." Draco's words were broken, and the silence once again enveloped the small room , it took Harry a few seconds to realize that Draco had fallen asleep again.

He regained feeling in his extremities, stood up from the carpet, groped for the wand at the head of the bed, and draped Draco in the floating slid-down quilt. Harry stood by Draco's bed and looked at him for a while, were Malfoy's eyelashes so long?He'd never had the chance to see this normal version of Malfoy up close before, and he certainly couldn't have fallen asleep unsuspectingly in front of a Potter, and here he was. Draco's lips were slightly parted, Harry thought he must be having a bad dream, he raised his hand to smooth Draco's furrowed brows, perhaps feeling a reassuring temperature, Draco's breathing eased.

"Long bones are indeed torture," Harry looked at his wrists, "You must be exhausted." He said softly, and then put on his robes, not taking away the huddle with Draco. Griffin - it's really closer to that Slytherin, whether it's five or seventeen.He didn't want to think about it any more now, Harry sent messages to both Snape and Blaise with his Patronus, he hesitated for a moment, and then he left the warm bedroom.

He wandered aimlessly through the castle as before, looking at portrait after portrait, never meeting a single ghost, and the whole corridor echoed with his footsteps.

He walked into the auditorium hall, and the enchanted ceiling was also a thick fog at this time, pitch black, as bad as the weather outside.

Harry didn't know if Malfoy remembered what had happened before, they didn't have time to say anything more.The bad weather prevented him from going to the Forbidden Forest, and with his confused brain, he eventually made it back to Gryffindor Tower, throwing off his shoes and cloak, and Harry threw himself into his four-poster bed, but he didn't pay attention Pulling back his veil, the noise woke Ron up.

"Damn it! What... Harry? Is that you?"

"It's me...Ron, sorry for waking you up..."

"Why are you back? Where's the little bastard—I mean Malfoy?"

"He's in the bedroom."

"But--"

"Draco's recovered, he's 17 now."

"What? Oh, then we should be happy! You're finally out of your little trouble, aren't you? Dude... what time is it? I'm sleepy... Hermione pulled me through potions homework all night... two rolls of sheepskin Paper! Nightmare..."

He was probably the only one in the entire castle who was still awake now.

The nights have become so long again.

He stared at the ceiling of the dormitory, trying to clear his mind, and gestured with his wand, Harry didn't know how he did it, gold and silver magic paint kept coming out of the tip, reaching the vault.His nerves are tediously lucid, what is he mad about?

It turns out that Blaise Zabini is indeed a qualifying friend.He had received a message from Harry in the middle of the night, and not long after dawn, by some unknown means, he appeared in the Great Hall with Snape's instructions to "stay at school".He brushed the snow off his body and straightened his robes with a Quick Drying Charm.

And then — hit a messy Gryffindor in yesterday's clothes, shirt wrinkled, tie undone, hanging loose around his neck.

"Potter? You got into a fight with Draco?" Blaise eyed him suspiciously. "You should take a good look in the mirror and tell me how you put up with two dark circles under your eyes."

"Once again, please shut up, Zabini..."

"Where's Draco?"

Harry bit his tongue, "He's in the dormitory, maybe he's still awake, I don't know." He felt dizzy for a while, and the memory of what happened at midnight began to blur, "You'd better go and see him, I don't Make sure he remembers how to get back to the cellar..."

"You don't know?" The dark-skinned Slytherin narrowed his eyes. "You're not there?"

"Well, I watched him recover." He explained dryly, although it still sounded pale, and Harry touched his nose, "Nothing bad happened—it should be said that it didn't happen in time, we Without saying a word, he said he was in pain all over, and fell asleep again... I went back to Gryffindor Tower."

"And you left him there alone?" Harry's sixth sense told him that the boy in front of him was starting to feel bad, ready to go like a blizzard that was about to get out of control, "I thought you just ran out temporarily and Meet your Gryffindor friends."

"Not technically, Griffin was with him..."

"Oh Potter!"

Blaise stared at him for a moment, the way Snape looked at Neville, before finally he snorted angrily, shook his head at Harry, and walked quickly down the corridor leading to their bedroom.

— This is a little embarrassing. Harry gave up his brunch and retreated to his bed, covering his head with a pillow, refusing to answer any questions from Hermione and Ron.He felt like a fool, especially after he realized he'd spent the night unconsciously tracing a twisted golden dragon on the ceiling.

In the late afternoon, Harry finally worked up the courage to go to their dormitory door - if it was still "theirs".

The Horntail's portrait was still there, and Harry took a step forward, staring at the dragon stupidly, as if to stare it out of a hole, well, it won't automatically open for you just because of someone's gaze, And it seems to be a little angry--

"Golden Snitch." He said the password quickly, the portrait opened, Harry took a deep breath, and pushed open the wooden door.

No one was there, neither Malfoy nor Griffin.

"...Ah oh."

It seems that this place has become "his".He walked around the room, the fireplace was still burning brightly, and the bedroom was still warm.

Only his box was left lying there alone, and the two paper cranes still spinning on the window.

Harry sat in the armchair closest to the fireplace, feeling that even if those flames rolled over him, it wouldn't make his heart feel any better.

He guessed that Zabini had helped Draco move everything back to the cellar that morning, even taking Griffin and the longhorn made out of blocks.Maybe Draco hadn't woken up at the time, and Zabini was fighting him back at Draco with their walk-aways.

Harry vaguely felt that some secret was brewing in his heart, wrapped in layers of emotions, even he couldn't see through it.He remembered what Blaise had said to him earlier.

—He was always so dull.

He became fidgety, walking back and forth between the window sill where he could see the snowman and the wooden door of the dormitory, and Harry paced back and forth anxiously, angry with himself for not having a clue about that cloud of secrets.

When he did not know how many times he walked to the wooden door, it suddenly opened.

Harry froze, it was Draco - he had already put on a clean shirt and robe, and the blond hair hanging down on the left side was neatly pinned behind his ear, he sensed the obstacle in front of him, raised his head sharply, and was fine concealed his astonishment.For a minute, none of them moved.

"I've come to get my stuff back," Draco said, before Harry could speak, and walked around him.Without any hesitation, he walked to the bedside of the five-year-old him, stopped by the window sill, and raised his hand to pick off a paper crane.

Draco's eyes lingered only briefly on the snowman outside the window, and then he turned decisively to meet Harry's hesitant gaze.

"So...how are you feeling?"

Draco seemed to be slipping back into his Malfoy mask, which Harry wasn't used to, but he looked like a five-year-old again.

"Blaise brought me the godfather's painkillers," Draco said softly, sounding weak, and Harry noticed that he was a little paler than usual, "He came to me and put what he could before I woke up." All of my belongings that were identified were moved back to the cellar.”

"Griffin—"

"It's in the cellar, with Blaise, and he said he'd bring it back." Draco's fingers unconsciously rubbed against the paper crane's wings in his hand, and he snapped, eyes downcast.

"...you remember," said Harry, his eyes twitching uncomfortably as they drifted past the paper crane, "Zabini was mad at me...Listen, I'm sorry I left you here all by myself yesterday. I It’s just, I just need to think about…you know, uh…that’s it.”

"What do you want to understand?"

"Actually, until the second before you came in, I-"

"Thinking isn't for you, Potter."

Their conversation came as suddenly as their unexpected encounter here. "Awkward" was the right word here, Harry thought.

"Well...you're probably right," Harry said, pulling a self-deprecating laugh.

"Of course Malfoy was right all along." Draco also raised the corners of his mouth, he visibly relaxed a bit and was gradually regaining his ease, "Especially me, Draco Malfoy."

"You're an arrogant little bastard," he retorted quickly.

"Oh, glad we're having a normal conversation again."

Harry blew his hair up. "Yeah, nice," he said.

He thought it was a bit silly for them to stand there dryly, as if Draco and he were engaged in a silent race to avoid looking at each other for too long.But he felt he was being dragged by Draco - led by the nose back into their old habit of bickering.

"Seriously, you should change your clothes," Draco said abruptly, pointing to Harry's wrinkled shirt. "Do you want to talk?" he asked again.

"What are you talking about?"

Draco folded his arms. "All, that night, Griffin, and what happened this week."

"Why are you talking about this?" Harry replied resistingly, he began to escape subconsciously, "I don't want to."

"Stupid sage Potter." Draco took a step forward. "What are you messing with? Well, anyway, you have to change... See you after dinner, Astronomy Tower."

"What... Astronomy Tower? I won't go there!"

"Then I'll go to Gryffindor Tower and move your ass there myself. Deal?"

"I hate you, Malfoy." Harry slumped back into the armchair.

"Me too," Draco said sweetly.

—Look, this is the way they should get along.

Harry was disappointed in himself when he turned down Hermione and Ron's invitation, ate a few pumpkin pies in the Tower, and showed up at the door of the spiral staircase leading to the Astronomy Tower.He didn't know exactly when Draco was talking about after dinner, sooner or later. Harry stared at where Dumbledore had made him stand, shook his head, opened the iron gate, and climbed up, at least he was here.

He climbed slowly up the last step and was surprised to find that Draco was already sitting there, on the raised part of the tower wall between the two crenels.He was holding a box, his wand thrown aside, his calf dangling dangerously out of the way, and upon seeing Harry, Draco waved casually, "Some fudge?" he asked lazily, "Of course you gave The ones I bought."

"Are you adapting to any situation so quickly?" Harry controlled himself not to look at the place where the old man fell, reached out and took a piece of candy from the box, stuffed it into his mouth, and its sweet taste was almost instantly in his mouth Harry's eyes parted, which diverted his attention just in time, and Harry sat down beside Draco, one leg curled up against his chest, his face resting on his lap, "Why the Astronomy Tower? You..."

"This is the end and the beginning...I've come too far." Draco said lightly, "Come on Potter, move your hand and cast us a warming spell....When will this snow stop?"

"Well, I didn't accept it at first either." He peeled off a new piece of fudge, "Come to think of it, Potter is taking care of Malfoy! It doesn't make sense anyway. Blaise told me when I woke up I, you're gone, and it's given me time to digest the new childhood memories that popped into my head, and, um, a few more…"

"You remember? All? All?"

"Of course I do, it's like I'm five years old again," Draco chuckled, "Unbelievable, with Saint Potter…"

"Even though you were a mess yourself, you still put up with me as a baby for a week, and I want to thank you for that. But don't even think about me saying thank you."

"You just said that."

"NO, I have not."

They stared at each other for a moment, then looked away in unison.

"Malfoy."

"Potter."

Draco made a "please" gesture, and Harry accepted, "I didn't 'put up', I mean, I actually had a good few days. But I didn't mess up—"

"I didn't understand at the age of five, you wouldn't be naive to think that I still can't see it now? Harry, Harry."

His stomach suddenly tightened because of "Harry", and Harry suppressed it, pretending he didn't hear anything, he looked into the distance, and the hazy moonlight stained its surroundings silver gray - just like Draco's Eye.It was the only place in the sky that was lit.