grryffindor secret

Will there be a worse situation than now? Harry asked himself, "Oh...hey, Ginny." He said it again, and Draco's expression was almost as gloomy as the ceiling, he was like a jerk, and Ron was watching them.He needs to hurry, before it's too late—

"So... about me?" Ginny asked, watching Draco's displeased face curiously. "I thought Malfoy recovered and you wouldn't—you know."

"I think we can talk in the hallway, how about?" Harry suggested, noticing more and more people were listening to their conversation, "Um, Dra...Malfoy too?"

Ginny agreed, she told her friend to meet in the classroom, and walked out of the auditorium with Harry, Draco also stood up, his leg hit the table with a sound that sounded painful.He reluctantly followed them, keeping an arm's length away. Ron opened his mouth and tried to follow, but was pushed back to his seat by Hermione and Blaise.

In fact, Harry wasn't feeling overwhelmed as usual.It didn't have to be this far, did it?He was still hesitating on how to tell Ginny that Draco was too sensitive, and the Hall was clearly not the place to talk about these things - so much so that now, he was facing a rather difficult situation.

"Okay, Ginny. That's it," Harry swallowed, leaning against the wall, "Me and Malfoy—"

"Draco." Draco corrected blankly.

"…uh yes, Draco," he corrected, "we—"

"You're together now, aren't you?" Ginny said cheerfully.

Can no one let him finish his speech completely?

"What? No, I mean..." Even Draco's mask of indifference slipped off, and Harry ruffled his hair vigorously, "Um, yes, well you're right..."

"Oh, I knew it!" She crossed her arms, looking back and forth at the two boys, "Draco Malfoy... I knew it!" Without the snort that Harry's horror imagined, Ginny just snorted heavily, eyes twinkling With a cheerful light, "Harry, I can't believe it! Last year - you were looking at Malfoy almost all the time, even when you were dating me. And now, you're just realizing something's wrong…"

Harry stared at Ginny dumbfounded, he wanted to refute something, like he was just skeptical of Malfoy's behavior and not what she had misunderstood - but he didn't, his mind was completely messed up, and then In a daze, Harry suddenly pinched Draco's cheek next to him.

"Fuck! Potter! What are you doing?"

"I'm not dreaming?" he said stiffly, and Draco gave him a standard roll of the eye.

"I think we should make peace, Malfoy." Ginny said again, she really wasn't like Ron in this, and she held out her hand in a friendly way, "Harry is like... well, my other brother." Noted With Draco's skeptical look, she added, "You know, I've been around since I was a kid, hearing his stories...sometimes, people confuse adoration with liking—"

"I accept." Draco said curtly, and he held out his hand too, with a little, just a little arrogance, and shook Ginny's.

Well, with all this happening, Harry couldn't help but feel that this was a handover ceremony about the troublesome Harry Potter.From Ginny Weasley to Draco Malfoy, from a good friend's sister to his former rival.

——Will there be a more weird situation than now?

Unless Tom Riddle springs from his grave.

They chatted a little more casually, about Christmas at the Weasleys, about Ginny's Ravenclaw boy, her remark that there was no way she'd ever get back with Dean, and Draco listened quietly.When fewer and fewer people passed by in the hallway, Harry was about to grab Draco and rush to the classroom, and they were about to be late.

"We'll go this way and see you later, Ginny," he said.

"See you later, Harry...and Malfoy. Ah!" Ginny said backwards, then as if suddenly remembering something, she stopped, and walked quickly towards Draco, ignoring his resistance, and whispered in his ear Muttering something, Draco bowed a little in response, but his frown deepened.

Finally she admired Draco's complex expression in satisfaction for a moment, then she waved her hand and skipped away, Harry swore she'd be laughing when she turned the corner, for whatever damn reason—

"Uh...Draco?" Harry looked at the blond boy blankly. "What did she tell you?"

Draco narrowed his eyes. "It's nothing," he said calmly, but Harry felt a tingle in his scalp. "She just asked me if I knew what the tattoo on your chest was."

Harry's mouth fell open.

"What is it, Potter? A hippogriff, or a Hungarian hornet?" Draco said, closing in on him. "Since when do you have tattoos? Huh?"

By the time they got to the classroom and sat in the last two empty seats, Draco still couldn't let go of the question about "tattoos".

"Damn it! Draco, you know I don't have any tattoos!"

"Don't yell at me, Potter! Charm spells cover them, everyone knows."

"I didn't yell! Five-year-old you saw—well, you know what I mean, even if I did, how could I have thought so much then?"

"Or it's an invisible tattoo itself that disappears when you don't want to see it...don't try to lie to me."

"I will not lie to you--"

"Hey, what tattoo? You and Ginny, what did you... say?"

"None of your business, Weasley."

"Draco, watch your words..."

"Okay! So... Potter," Draco said, leaning on Harry on the table, his voice lowered dangerously, "I don't care about little Weasley, or your past - I just think it's time to announce mine Sovereignty."

They spent the day accumulating so much attention that Harry wondered if Draco had a lightning scar on his face too - at least Snape wasn't trying to trouble them yet, he just called them away in the afternoon After leaving Draco and Blaise to check on his godson's recovery once again, Harry chose to wait at the cellar door.After that, he and Draco went back to their Horntail dorm.

He lay back on his bed as soon as he entered the door, staring wearily at the bare vault, "It's been a long day... unimaginable. - when will Snape reclaim this place?" Harry moaned.

"As long as you still have Gry... I bet you can stay here until graduation, unless you want to bring a Griffin to live with a group of people with a Gryffindor complex." Draco replied, lying down next to Harry , stretching their limbs, their hands touched lightly, and Griffin landed next to Draco, kissing his cheek affectionately.

Harry couldn't help but imagine, "Oh no..." He shook his head, "It's going to be terrified!"

"...So that's it." Draco picked up Griffin in one hand and put it on his chest, then turned to stare at Harry, pulling at his tangled hair, "You just need a little change—" he said, " They'll all know you're mine."

"What do you want to do?" Harry bounced off the bed, glad that Draco wasn't dwelling on the tattoo anymore, but his gut told him that what was about to happen was definitely not something he would be comfortable with either, The alarm in his brain was screaming terribly, "Draco..." He wanted to get away from that smirking Slytherin, but as happened before, before he managed to get off the mattress, he was caught by Draco wrist.

"Where do you want to go, Potter?" Draco said lazily, "You don't even want to go anywhere."

—if the alarm in his brain had a body, it must have exploded.

Harry thinks he finally understands why Ron can't stop complaining about Hermione fixing his hair before the prom, and he also fully understands how good Draco is at it, no wonder he always looks so good (as long as he doesn't say anything. not making a bad face) - not like himself, look, Mark's black hair, old clothes (and he's finally not wearing them now), and a pair of outdated glasses - obviously owning Malfoy wouldn't allow Everything, this must be Harry Potter.

He spent perhaps the longest two hours of his life. Draco had rebuilt him from head to toe - literally, and he had generously kept his glasses.In fact, in terms of results, he hasn't changed much, Harry's hair is no longer a mess, but neatly combed, with one side of the hair pinned behind the ear, like Draco, and a bit like Harry at Christmas The look at the prom.As for his clothes, Draco gave great approval to his five-year-old self's aesthetic - which made Harry roll his eyes. "Standard Draco narcissism, Malfoy," he commented.

"How did you manage to wear these clothes like this?" Draco asked, throwing Harry's crumpled shirt aside in disgust, "Okay, Potter, tuck your shirttails in and count me in Please—" He drawled, pulling Harry's Gryffindor robes over his head, and a widening smile appeared on Draco's face, "Then... put on your robes, The time is up, we are going to accept the results.”

Finally Draco checked Harry one more time, "You look really good," he sighed, sounding as if he was a masterpiece—his, "Gee...and I have to..." he sighed, saying He only spoke halfway, but his face was glowing and beaming.

Indeed it was, and he lumbered toward the hall with Draco, it was getting late and their friends must have been waiting there.There was no agreement, and the Gryffindors in their year automatically blended in with their Slytherins, like a model - even if, in reality, they still had a bit of mutual dislike, but Blaise and Draco made it public Attitude says it all. Harry felt apprehensive, yet vaguely expectant, with a strange sense of satisfaction - he knew what Draco had done to him, and in a little while, everyone would know.

The thing that made him panic still happened, they were about to reach the corridor leading to the auditorium, and Draco pushed him forward alone, alone.And he himself is far away, slowly following Harry, he needs to walk into the hall by himself, Draco will be behind him, "You need to get your full attention, Potter." Draco smirked, "Including the teacher's seat."

"Go ahead, Potter."

In a sense, Draco had won, and when Harry walked into the hall, everyone seemed to be doing their best, craning their necks to stare at him.He hesitated if he should keep walking instead of turning around - Harry had seen Ron, and he wanted to join them - although he was used to being stared at, this time it seemed a little bit more different.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have let Draco—"

"Hi! Harry! Can I take a picture of you?" His muttering was interrupted, and he jerked back. It was a man he knew all too well, Colin Creevey, and the kid almost ran into him. Still so cheeky, "You look different than you used to, very cool - oh I'm kind of weird saying that, I mean...Harry! Can I take a picture of you? I changed New camera—" He blushed, holding his Muggle camera nervously awaiting Harry's answer.

He quickly glanced around, disappointed to find that Draco was at least ten paces away from him, obviously he didn't intend to come forward, just watched him with amusement - on the other side, Ron was pinned down on the seat by Hermione again, wise, isn't it?Not to mention Zabini - he's grinning all the way to his ears, great, it's just him now.

With everyone's eyes on this now, Harry didn't want to try to figure out what those whispers mixed with "Malfoy" "Damn" "Potter's hair" were saying, he obviously couldn't say no to something directly, remember Draco kept emphasizing demeanor——

"Um, I guess... okay?" Harry squeezed a few words out of his throat, "but after dinner, okay?" He muttered one, two, three, and started walking again, "Now, I'm going to find Hermione and Ron—"

"Oh, of course!" Colin's voice was trembling. Since the decisive battle, his admiration for Harry seemed to have escalated, with more sensitivity. "My brother and I are sitting over there," he pointed to the long table on the right, "I'll come to you, Harry! Your new look is great... Seriously, it seems like you're still the same but different—"

He smiled and waved to Colin, almost ripped through the crowd and rushed to Ron's side, stepped over the bench, and sat down heavily.It wasn't long before Draco wobbled over, and sat self-consciously on Harry's other side, facing Blaise.

"How's it going, Potter." Draco asked with a smile, he seemed very satisfied with his results.

Harry sliced ​​through the steak vigorously: "Nightmare."

"I heard what they were saying," Draco said, pulling gracefully over a glass of pumpkin juice, ""Potter looks just like Malfoy""Damn it, has he ever had a suit like that before? ’ ‘What happened to his hair? ’” He pinched his throat and imitated, and Blaise's laughing shoulders kept shaking—in fact, he'd been laughing since Harry sat down. ""What's up with him and Malfoy? "—Harry, Harry." Draco sighed.

Blaise took a deep breath, calming his breathing. "Oh, more questions." Only his voice was still laughing.

"I remember his name was Creevey?" Draco picked up a cookie and popped it into his mouth, "...another fanatical admirer of yours."

"Yes, but he's not my admirer." Harry said angrily, "Why didn't you come here just now?"

Draco rested his chin on one hand and looked sideways at him. "Oh, why did I go?" he said inscrutably. "Little Creevey wouldn't want his conversation with you interrupted, Potter."

"You don't know why, Malfoy." Harry rolled his eyes, and decided not to talk to him, turning to complain to Ron about how Draco had ruined his hair, and now they were pals.

Of course he did not forget the agreement with Colin, Harry took the initiative to find him after dinner, "Hi, Colin." He said dryly, the boy suddenly raised his head from the food, maybe he appeared too suddenly, he The ears are bright red.

"Harry! You, you're here—" He stood up suddenly, almost knocking over his own juice, "We, we can go to the corridor! There's a lot of people here, isn't it?"

"Of course." Harry agreed.

They came out of the hall together, Colin said he just needs to stand there and do nothing, Harry readily accepted, and then he casually leaned against the wall, ready to empty his mind—

"Potter, why didn't you call me?"

Harry was taken aback, "Fuck you! Draco, what are you doing here?" he said, "Who didn't come here just now?"

"It's me," Draco replied graciously—he looked so goddamn like his father at the moment, Harry thought, "this must be Mr. Creevey. Obviously you're taking—um, taking pictures. Right?"

Colin nodded cautiously, "Fine," Draco clapped his hands closer and hooked his shoulders, "then let's go together, Harry. You won't mind, will you, Mr. Creevey?"

Obviously the poor kid was taken aback by Draco, and he probably didn't realize what it was before, but he nodded cautiously again: "Of course not, Mr Malfoy."

After some tossing around, they finally returned to the Horntail's dorm together, "What the hell were you thinking?" Harry asked, who was actually kind of annoyed at Draco for doing that.

"Draco Malfoy's first Muggle photo...with Harry Potter next to it, it means a lot." Draco drew out his voice, holding a thin piece of paper in his hand, and he had been staring at it for a while, "Oh, It really won't move...that is, we'll always be here—is this forever?"

"Maybe... it will turn yellow after a long time." Harry's heart skipped a beat, he said simply, and then walked to the window, resting his elbows on the window sill, when the twilight was low and the sun in the distance was slowing down. Slowly sinking into the horizon, "Look, the sun is about to set."

There was a sudden silence, and so did Griffin.It was curled up in the armchair, dozing in the heat of the warm fire.

"Yeah." Draco responded, and Harry tilted his head to look at him, smiling, the remaining red in the sky reflected in his gray eyes, "Did you hear that?" Draco was also looking out the window, he asked suddenly.

"What did you hear?"

"The sound of the wind, the sound of the snow..." he said, "...the sound of wishes."

"desire?"

Draco didn't answer, he waved the photo in his hand:

"It's hard being Harry Potter?"

"—not as easy as you think." Harry said frankly.

"More questions... You know, you are Potter, Harry Potter, you can have the whole world if you want—"

"I don't want to," Harry snapped, "I know what you mean, but I just want a life where no one disturbs me. Besides, there's no Voldemort now—"

"...it's just that you're asking for so little." And you deserve more.

"I have no idea."

"My wish..." Draco said, and he paused, staring at Harry closely, "I want you."

"……what?"

"...It's all your fault, Potter."

Had it not been for the fact that he was being pinned down by Draco to remind him, Harry would almost have thought he had done something wrong. Draco's hair was hanging down - he was vaguely disturbed by Draco's eyes that he couldn't read, and it made him feel like he was being caught.

"Imagine that tomorrow is the last day in the world...Harry...you just have to look at me." Draco put his hands on his sides, his voice hoarse, "I'm, tired of waiting—"