grryffindor secret

--Help.

He guessed that a century must have passed before Harry's brain stopped working, his heart was beating wildly, and he just froze there.

"You smell like honey too..." Draco finally let go of him, he half-closed his eyes, rubbed against the tip of Harry's nose and muttered, "Potter..."

Harry couldn't feel the weight that the Invisibility Cloak should have on their heads, and all his sensory nerves seemed to be concentrated on his lips, where Draco's warmth still remained, and there was a little sweetness. Ron and Hermione had left long ago, but he and Draco were still hiding on the fence, and neither of them took off the invisibility cloak.

He looked at Draco stupidly, and didn't push him away, or rather, he didn't even want to, Harry was cast with Dumbledore's version of a powerful petrification spell, and at this distance, he could almost count Draco's eyelashes.

—It's not right, is it? Draco Malfoy kissed him!He actually kissed him!That Malfoy! 17 years old!

"You're drunk," Harry struggled to find his tongue in the confusion, "—Malfoy."

"Just... just a little, mead... why don't you call me Draco?" Draco swallowed, and asked with his eyes closed, his voice so rough that Harry almost suspected he was falling asleep again, "Why did you call me Draco?" We hide?...your invisibility cloak...you must have played tricks on me with this, right? Third year...I knew...in the way..." He lifted the arm that was holding Harry and tore off the cloak, throwing it on the On one side, Draco's hand that supported his body slipped, and then he put all his weight directly on Harry, leaning on his shoulder, his fine hair brushing against Harry's chin.

"No kidding, Malfoy... I doubt your "little". Why didn't Zabini stop you—"

"...ummm...shut up...shut up...you're too loud...Har..."

—Should he give him a punch?He actually kissed him! Ron would love to do it, he bet, though he wouldn't let him do it.

"You're an asshole, Malfoy," Harry said, even though his mind was still a mess right now, he still caught on to the words he most wanted to say.

"Yeah yeah..." Draco muttered vaguely, his head slid down, and Harry held his brow and pushed him back on his shoulder, "Why didn't you call me Draco?" He said again Asked, as if complaining, Draco frowned, arms dangling lazily in front of him, hands folded.

"You should go back to bed and sleep."

"Do not."

"You're drunk, you can ask Zabini to notify me."

"Do not."

"I'll take you back."

"Uh...uh—where to go?"

"Slytherin cellar, of course."

"...I'm not going back!" Draco raised his voice, sounding a little angry, Harry thought to himself that he should be the one who should be angry - he kissed him! "I want to be here."

"you--"

"—Otherwise I'll jump off."

Never try to reason with a drunk Malfoy.

"You sound like a damn five."

"I'm easier to deal with at five than I am now, aren't I?" Draco lifted his head against his shoulder, grinning lazily.

Harry stared at Draco - more so at his smile, and for a moment couldn't find a single word to refute him.In fact he was still a little distracted, his head seemed to be filled with mead, and the soft touch on his lips just now.He's so focused on him kissing him that everything that happened a few minutes ago seems unreal.

"Potter—"

"what?"

"Why don't you call me Draco?"

Draco's always pale cheeks were a little red now, his silver gray eyes were hazy with sleepiness, he tried to focus and waited for Harry's answer, but finally succumbed to the alcohol and drowsiness, "I don't, I don't want to go back, Potter…" he muttered, close to a whisper, and let himself fall into dreamland against Harry.

"...Because you're not five years old anymore. Are you?" After a moment of silence, Harry whispered, calling for a large blanket, and propping Draco up on his lap, before wrapping the blanket around him. , strengthening the warming spell around them.

"Great, Ron's going to be mad..."

Harry was good at staying awake, but this time he was not on a mission during the war, nor was he wandering around the castle, but was sitting quietly at the highest point of Hogwarts, counting the stars, or rather, doing nothing.

He studied Malfoy for a while, he wasn't the little kid who would snuggle up to him anymore, he'd been through a lot like Harry in this particular age, his jaw was sharper.They are perfect equals, he was pulled from the light into his own inner nightmare, he struggled to make choices from the darkness and was finally reborn.

He often can't understand Slytherin's cunning, and he never agrees with Gryffindor's arrogance.

They are both 17 years old and have different growth trajectories.

They are so similar, but they seem completely different.

He remembered that he said he didn't understand anything, what should he understand?He stared at Draco's pale lips for a moment longer before he really realized what had just happened.

Harry was surprised he didn't leave, he stayed, even letting the drunk lay on his lap.He pampered seventeen-year-old Malfoy the same way he pampered five-year-old Draco.He should be mad that he was kissed by his all-time rival.This is not right.

He tried to be angry, but he couldn't find a trace of anger anyway. Harry figured he'd have a few bottles of mead too, but it wasn't stimulating enough, he needed something stronger.

The air around him was so warm that Harry almost forgot that it was still winter, and he thought back to what Draco had said, how he described Crabbe and Goyle, and Zabini from his perspective.They really weren't what he always thought they were, were they?He used to have too much prejudice against Slytherin, but now, Harry has fully understood that it is not possible to judge a person's good or bad by appearances alone.

They have many, many tenderness unknown.

—Okay, but he bet he'd never get along with Snape in a real sense of the word.

He realized that he really liked being with Draco because he didn't see him as Harry Potter, the savior, but simply Harry Potter.Even if it's "damn Potter" most of the time.This was the only man he'd seen in his last six years without any halo, except for "Potter stinking shit"—well, Harry thought, Draco was a jerk back then (of course he is now).

He admitted that the confrontation with Draco always reminded him that he was only a teenager, and that he could have a brief moment to think about nothing while he was focusing on attacking each other, trying to throw all the curses he knew at each other. Shit Voldemort.

Harry thought about a lot of things, including everything related to Draco during his six years at school, during which he fell asleep a few times, but every time he woke up with a start because of the lack of oxygen with his head down for a long time, or falling backwards, almost After a lot of trouble, he gave up completely, if he didn't want to fall from the tower.

——Until the sky showed a bit of fish-belly white, and then it was gradually rendered into a brilliant orange-red.It was the first time he had seen the sunrise at such a high place, and the tops of the trees in the Forbidden Forest in the distance were stained with a little gold, not to mention the light refracted from the Black Lake.

Harry looked down at Draco who was resting on his lap, his blond hair was even dazzling against the sunlight, in fact he preferred to use the word dazzling, just like him.

--What's wrong?

The distance between them can be described as just right, always pointing to the end, no matter what.Even with that kiss, Draco didn't go any further, he just touched his lips lightly, like a fragile treasure.

Harry finally caught a little annoyance.

He felt like he was walking on soft clouds, without any sense of reality, as if he was about to fall every step of the way.

He'd been babbling about Malfoy to Ron and Hermione all day in sixth grade, babbling about how he must be up to something, and it turned out he was right - but that wasn't the point, yes.A conversation from a long time ago suddenly popped up:

"God, Harry, your brain is full of that ferret! It's like a little girl in love..."

"In love!? No...no...oh no!"

Harry's eyes widened—

At this point Draco frowned, and then he raised his hands to try to block the blinding sun, but they still poured out between his fingers, "...damn...my head...is this, is it already morning?"

He almost ran away, ignoring his tingling legs, watching Draco sit up rubbing his temples, and then Harry jumped off the fence, staggering.Not even the invisibility cloak was taken away.

"Since you're awake, then...I, I still have something to do, um...so—"

"Where are you going???" Draco turned around and grabbed his wrist, asking hoarsely as he looked straight into Harry's eyes, "You want to leave me alone again?"

Harry's heart began to beat wildly again, he forgot to break free from Draco's restraint, blushed, and stood there stupidly, looking at the Slytherin, a voice in his chest was yelling for him to cover Draco s eyes.

—he couldn't stop himself from sinking into that silver gray.

"No, no...I'm not..."

"Why do you always run away?"

"I didn't run away."

"You want to avoid me."

"no."

"You're a fool, Potter."

"let me go."

Harry shook off Draco's hand and backed away a little, "Whatever you say, Malfoy!" he said angrily, with obvious embarrassment and a premonition that he was going to screw everything up again.

"Why don't you understand anything?"

"Why do you say I don't understand anything?"

"...I'm not going to argue with you, Scarhead."

Draco unilaterally ended the eye contact with Harry, looking impatient, the hangover made his face even uglier, he seemed to be finally tired of the status quo, he waved at Harry, refused his help, staggered Standing up quickly, he slid dangerously down the wall.

"I shouldn't have said this to you, sorry," he said.

Harry froze, he would never have thought that Malfoy would say sorry.

"Goodbye, Potter," Draco said again, "don't follow." His robes rolled behind him, and he left quickly without giving Harry time to react.

Harry regretted that he hadn't said anything more, what should he have said?Don't go, Draco?Stay, Malfoy?Actually that kiss was great and I wouldn't mind doing it again?No, in other words, what are they now?

He really wasn't good at reading people's minds, and Draco was right, he was a big fool.They're still so good at pissing each other off.

—and a few minutes ago, it was too warm to feel like winter here.

He saw Hermione in the Great Hall, and Ron, who looked distraught, and before Harry could get any closer, Blaise Zabini walked up to them and sat down opposite Hermione.And none of the three noticed Harry at the door.He slipped on the Invisibility Cloak and crept up to the house table, standing behind Blaise.

"Do you know where Draco went?" Blaise asked bluntly.

"What? I want to ask you! Where's Harry??" Ron replied angrily.

"Draco didn't go back to the cellar last night."

"Harry too."

"Are they going back to that dorm?" Blaise gestured.

"No, they didn't," said Hermione wearily, with two distinct dark circles under her eyes, "at least they weren't there when Ron and I went there."

There was a complicated silence as Harry hesitated to appear when Draco entered the hall.His footsteps faltered when he saw Blaise sitting with the two Gryffindors, but for a second he acted like nothing had happened, walking straight up to join them unexpectedly , sat next to Blaise. Draco took a piece of bread wordlessly and started his breakfast.

—This scene looks really strange.

Harry wanted to show up, but he subconsciously felt that his presence would prevent Draco from continuing to finish his plate, and he waited patiently, waiting for the boy to finish his last sip of milk, and then quickly resumed his usual No matter what, he tore off the invisibility cloak——

If the atmosphere hadn't been so awkward, he'd have liked to appreciate the way Blaise coughed.

"Hi guys, good morning," he said.

Even Hermione looked at him with wide eyes in surprise.

Harry looked at Draco, while the other three looked back and forth between them.He was hesitant to speak, and Draco was expressionless, as if he were a piece of air.

"God, can anyone tell me what happened?" Ron's voice sounded like he was choking, he looked at Harry, then at Draco, and finally at his girlfriend for help, "What?" His expression was exaggerated He asked with his mouth.

No one answered him.

"Malfoy, I...I want to talk to you."

At this moment, with an unprecedented tacit understanding, everyone began to try to keep themselves out of the way, Hermione studied the wood grain on the table, Blaise seemed to be trying to have a spiritual conversation with his sausage, While Ron was interested in his hand, he decided not to mess with either Harry or Draco at this point.

"Unfortunately, Potter, I don't want to right now." Draco said as he got up and stepped off the bench, ready to leave for the second time, Harry felt a twitch in his stomach.

"Where are you going??" he asked.

With his back turned to him, Draco straightened his back, "Go fly for a while," he replied stiffly, before striding out of the hall.

"What's wrong with him?" Ron asked.

Blaise couldn't help rolling his eyes. "Oh, fool, you, Weasley. Can you really stand this, Granger?"

Harry returned to Gryffindor Tower in a daze, letting himself fall into his usual armchair, Griffin flying into his arms. Ron and Hermione followed, also climbing in through the portrait opening.

"Is everything all right?" Hermione asked cautiously as she stood beside Harry, holding his shoulder.

"No, everything is not good." Harry covered his face, "I'm a big fool, I don't understand anything."

"Dude, if that ferret did something to you, trust me, I'll hit him—" Ron whipped his wand a few times in the air, "and—"

"No," Harry said, "Ron, it was my fault. You were right then..."

"What???"

It took him too long to figure out things that he should have figured out a long time ago.

What does Draco want?What does he want?Frustrated with himself, he actually found himself spinning in circles.He stared at the silver and green ribbon around Griffin's neck.

— No one can untie it except me.

It was the first time he had seen the sunrise from such a high place.

His wish is simple, he wants to watch every sunrise and sunset with him.

—Let's jump off, Potter.

He did just that - grabbed his wand, pulled on his robes, opened the bedroom window, and jumped straight in, ignoring Ron's horrified screams behind him.But at least he didn't forget to cast a buffer spell for himself before landing.

He needed to see him, right now, right now, as soon as the next half a second.

Harry was fed up with everything being just right, damn it just right, to hell with it.

He knew Draco must be on the Quidditch pitch at this time. Harry felt that he had never been so eager, even to face Voldemort, and of course he never expected to see the bastard.But now, he needed to feel Draco.

Maybe a minute passed, maybe tens of seconds, Harry came to the court he was all too familiar with, and managed to capture Draco's iconic blonde hair in the air, they were flying wantonly, looking a little longer than before.His heart was screaming to stop, and now, Harry was getting used to it, Draco, and his own heartbeat.

"Malfoy!!" he yelled from the ground in Draco's direction, and Draco noticed him.Instead of landing, he continued to circle over Harry's head.

"Potter? What?" He looked surprised. "Why are you here?"

Harry's voice responded before reason again, although the words that came out were not what he had intended to say when he jumped off the tower.

"Want to have a bloody Quidditch match with me?" he yelled. "Just you and me! A golden snitch!"