grryffindor secret

"What's going on?" Harry was the first to react, stepping forward and hugging Griffin from Draco's shoulder, "That's Ron, you know him, don't you? Gry, what's wrong?"

"—I thought it was from Gryffindor!" Ron said. "Why is it pointing at that little bastard Malfoy?" Draco turned away from him. "He's a Slytherin!"

Harry felt a bit confused, he felt like something went wrong, and Hermione at the side pondered for a while, observing Griffin who was still on alert, and then said hesitantly: "Do you still remember that Griffin recognized Harry as his master? Maybe... "

"Oh no, tell me you didn't order it to do this! Harry!" Ron yelled at Harry angrily.

"I don't!"

"Then why is it mad at me?" His face flushed. "Because I'm not respectful enough for Malfoy?"

"Evidently not even your Gryffindor symbol likes you, poor Weasley."

"Shut up Malfoy!"

"Oh... I thought we'd just reached a temporary settlement—"

"If you don't give a shit, White Sable—"

"Ron! Put your wand down!"

"He let me go!"

"Draco, I think you should—"

"No way!"

Harry's nerves were on the verge of breaking, and he could feel his magical power running through every strand of his hair, dangerously waiting to spin out of control.They moved at almost the same time - him, and Griffin who flew towards Ron suddenly.He knew what was going to happen, and before anyone could react, Harry cast a quick Iron Armor Charm, protecting Draco who was standing under the chandelier.A second later, the chandelier exploded, sending chunks of debris crashing down, and Griffin bit Ron's wand-holding hand hard with a loud bang.

"damn it……!!!"

—he didn't understand how it all came to this point. Hermione was examining Ron's wounds, Griffin was held by Draco, but he was still staring at the red-haired Gryffindor, and Blaise's face was full of the fact that he desperately needed a giant popcorn right now.

"I'm sorry, Ron." Harry forced himself to speak, his stomach twitching helplessly, "I don't know why it did this, I should have grabbed it—"

"I understand, Harry," Ron said weakly, luckily his wound was not serious, as Draco lifted Griffin away from him just in time, and now Hermione had cleaned and bandaged him.Even though she was acting extraordinarily calm, she was as confused as everyone else.

"Hey, what else do you want?" Blaise asked.

Ron stood up, and he walked right up to Draco without drawing his wand - a good sign, Draco eyed him warily, and before Harry could do anything, Ron raised his hand and gave it to Draco's shoulder Not a heavy punch.

"We're even, Malfoy," he said.

Griffin didn't move this time, and it leaned quietly in Draco's arms, "I apologize for my rudeness, Weasley." Draco was silent for a while, then said, "...but it's for Potter." He averted his eyes and emphasized , and recoiled into the armchair next to Blaise, refusing to meet Ron's eyes again.

"I can infer from this that you won't fight again, right?" Harry looked at Ron, then at Draco, asking for confirmation uncertainly, neither of them answered him, "Thanks Merlin..." He Self-consciously repairing the broken chandelier, it was not difficult for him now, and he didn't even need to say any spells.

"We're a weird little group," Blaise said cheerfully, smirking and observing everyone's expressions, snuggled up in his chair as if nothing had just happened.

"Who is a small group with you?"

"Oh please - don't be so grumpy all the time, can you? Weasley. Your hair is going to catch fire..."

"Anyone want to talk about Griffin?" Hermione asked.

"He's protecting Malfoy, obviously," Ron said.

"I don't think it's something that can be explained so simply..."

"Otherwise why?" Draco interjected. "It's certainly been with me longer than Weasley's. Use your fine brain, Granger—"

Harry didn't take part in their discussion, he clapped his hands to get Griffin's attention, then he opened his palm and it flew obediently, looking at him with glassy gray eyes. Harry scratched its head lovingly, he had to admit that he might have transferred some of his feelings from Hedwig to Gry, Harry felt a bit of bitterness, and he shouldn't be sentimental anymore, he shook it hard head.

In fact, like Hermione, he had some doubts about Griffin's excesses, but he decided not to explore that for the time being, they should deal with the other students who were going back to school for now - and everyone's dear Snape, There might be another Malfoy couple in the future, and Harry wasn't too worried about Remus and the Weasleys.Just didn't know what other people would think about Malfoy's new relationship with Potter, but anyway, he did intend to start a long-term relationship with Draco - Harry thought, and he just wanted good results.

It was much better than he had expected, and they spent the last few days of the Christmas holiday together without incident. Harry hadn't technically moved out of the Horntail quarters, and even though he'd gone back to the tower to sleep, his luggage was still there.It's not uncommon to see three Gryffindors and two Slytherins sitting together, especially when the five are Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy, and Blaise Zabini, and anyone who sees them will think they need to be revisited. Take a nap or take a shower.To Harry's disbelief even more, they even had a snowball fight together on the Quidditch pitch, no magic (at least at first) and no arguments (maybe?). Hermione declined to take part, choosing instead to look after Griffin, who was outside for the first time.

Blaise forced a team with Harry, and despite Draco's and Ron's protests, they stood together, leaving Ron and Draco staring at each other in the center of the field.

"Look at what you've done, Blaise?" Draco lost nearly all of the restraint he'd always been proud of. "This should be a snake versus a lion, not a farce."

"I agree with Malfoy this time," Ron said. "How the hell am I going to be with him? I'd rather go to detention!"

Nobody noticed who did it first, maybe Blaise, or maybe Hermione slipped a little charm.A snowball hit Draco on the back of the head, and as a signal, Harry grabbed a handful of snow and threw it at Ron mercilessly.

"Hey! Where are you looking, buddy?" Harry yelled.

"Damn it! Harry! You're serious!"

"Oh Weasley, relax...let me deal with Potter—"

"What? Come on, Malfoy! When did I agree to work with you?"

"You have a lot of nonsense, try this!"

"You'll regret it! Zabini!"

They had a scuffle, and Draco refused to pass up any chance of pouring snow into Harry's neck. His back was almost frozen, but he hadn't laughed so much in a long time, and his Friends, and Draco.On the other hand, Blaise and Ron had given up on throwing snowballs in the traditional sense, and they had evolved into scuffling in the middle of the field, trying to suffocate each other in the thick snow.

"I'm not that savage, don't be afraid." Draco smirked, the tip of his nose frozen red like a child's, and he floated a few snowballs with his wand, Harry yelled foul, and got smashed straight with.

"You're still that bastard! Malfoy!" Harry wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, grabbed Draco, and then pinched his red nose, they looked like they were entangled in the lower grades, "grab you Don't think you can keep that damn snowball stuffed into my shirt!"

"Did you find Potter?" Draco muffled, his voice sounding weird, and he was trying to suppress his own laughter, "Blaise's shit group is really useless, isn't it? You're still mine. "

Harry blinked and let go of his hand: "What did you say?"

"Do you believe in fate?" Draco asked, his eyes cocked, and he nudged Harry's arm with his elbow. "You're meant to be mine—Harry Potter is meant to be Draco Malfoy."

He lost his speech again for a moment, and Harry let himself fall on the soft snow, "Malfoy... well Draco," he said, "I often think, if I met you in first year, everything would be different." Wouldn't it be different?"

Draco hesitated when he was about to lie down, and he lowered his eyes: "What do you mean?"

"Then maybe I can see through your little tricks. If we can get to know each other again, starting with what our names are... I might not judge the whole of Slytherin because of Voldemort, and we won't—"

"Do you believe in fate?" Draco asked again, and Harry looked at him quietly, "...I do."

"...Yeah, I never thought that one day..." Harry laughed, "We'll be here."

"yes."

Draco's eyes twinkled, and he leaned over Harry's body and kissed him hard.

They were so close that Harry saw snowflakes falling in fine particles and cluttering Draco's long eyelashes—

"You have an audience! Draco!"

"You have an audience! Harry!"

Blaise and Ron finally stood up, shouting in unison. Hermione covered her mouth, but from the look in her eyes, she was smiling warmly.

"Hell, can't they wait until they get back to do this?"

Harry blushed, and struggled to push Draco away, but his movement was suppressed by the Slytherin with greater force, and he was tightly bound in Draco's arms. Neither Draco nor Harry noticed, Blaise gestured to Ron and Hermione, and they left quietly. Harry unconsciously hugged Draco back, and now he couldn't care less about the coolness seeping from behind, as if the only thing left in the world was the sweet flame in his chest.

Once, his least favorite season was winter.It is always cold and lifeless.But now, each snowflake seems to carry his best memory.

—Hi, I'm Draco Malfoy.Have we never met before?

— Merry Christmas, Harry.

—Harry!Come see our dragons!

—I don't like the ending of this story, I have better ones.

——Potter?

—Thinking is not for you, Potter.

—Don't even think about me saying thank you!

— The snow stopped.

—Let's jump off, Potter.

— thinking of you, you are a big fool.

—Why don't you call me Draco anymore?

—I think I like you too...Harry.

"Draco Malfoy"

He felt his heart being clenched, Harry wasn't used to himself like this, everything was out of control, everything was different from the past because of the existence of one person.

"You promised me that you would never, ever leave me." Draco moved away a little, whispering, their noses almost touching noses, "You're not going to leave me alone again, are you?"

"What? Uh, oh, of course!"

"...A lot of times, when people say forever, they just mean a long period of time, not 'forever'. Potter...how long is your forever?"

Only then did he realize that Draco was still as insecure as he was at the age of five, Harry cleared his throat, and he raised a hand to pin Draco's long hanging hair back behind his ear, "My forever, is always, Until one day you get tired of it." He said, happy to see the emotion of peace of mind slowly condensing in those gray eyes, and then swaying, "...I will never, never leave you alone again."

Draco tilted his head and stared at him earnestly for a while, this scene seemed familiar, because the little him was also like this after he got the promise.He finally chuckled, and Draco closed his eyes and buried his head in the crook of Harry's neck. "Harry, Harry," he muttered, his hot breath hitting Harry's skin.

—He no longer believes that winter must be cold.

They got the expected popular response.

"That's Malfoy and Harry Potter!"

"How old is Malfoy?"

"Merlin... why are they still sitting together?"

"I think Potter must be crazy."

On the day the other students returned to the castle, the ceiling of the Great Hall was almost toppled, and even Professor Snape's gloomy face couldn't suppress their whispering and scrambling.Every house wanted to be a little closer to where Harry and the others were, so they could see clearly—the spectacle of 17-year-old Harry Potter and 17-year-old Draco Malfoy sitting together.

"It's true!" exclaimed a Hufflepuff.

"Potter and Malfoy? Oh and Weasley and Granger…"

"Hey! That Zabini is here!"

"Is it because I ate too much chocolate last night..."

"God..." Harry angrily cut off a small piece of steak and whispered, "Can't they be quiet for a minute? Or at least stay away from us?"

"Presence, Potter." Draco was still languid. "They're all looking at you...well at us. And Godfather—"

Harry took a deep breath, "Please, Draco, don't bring this up." He took a quick look at the teacher's table, and Remus's normal expression eased his nerves a bit, "Since we came here together , Snape looked at me like I burned his material cabinet..."

Sitting at the same table with them were Gryffindors and Slytherins of the same year, and they all kept silent tacitly. Harry didn't really want to look at Ginny's expression, it felt weird, she was sitting at the college table next door, not far from him, and he just had to look up to see her profile.It's good to hear Ron say she seems to get on well with a Ravenclaw guy, she's like his sister—

He thought maybe he should tell her about Draco himself—

"What's wrong with you?" Draco asked, noticing Harry's troubled expression.

"It's nothing." He said pretentiously, and then took a gulp of pumpkin juice, about to stand up and step out of the bench, "Shall we go to the classroom Draco? Exciting History of Magic..."

"Potter, don't try to put me off—"

"Okay, okay..." Harry held up his hands, he swallowed, and said cautiously, "I was just thinking about Ginny..."

"What? What's her business?" Draco frowned.

"Yeah, Harry, what about me?" The cheerful voice made Harry's back straighten—it was Ginny, who appeared behind him and Draco at some point, and one of her Ravenclaw friends.

"What about me?" she asked again, and Harry turned his head slowly, slowly, almost crushed by Draco's low air pressure—

"Hi, Ginny," he said dryly.