grryffindor secret

They looked at each other, Harry forgot to resist, just looked at Draco, his silver-gray eyes were now brewing with a deep hurricane, he raised his hand, and put it lightly on the back of his neck.

Everything happened naturally, and once again broke the "just right" Harry had used to describe their relationship.His hair was disheveled again, and Harry's glasses had been removed and thrown aside. Draco pushed back his forehead hair, lowered his head and kissed his scar, then his eyes, then the tip of his nose, and finally reached the corner of his lips.

He closed his eyes slightly and pecked the corner of his lips, "You know I like your eyes..." Draco murmured, "Harry..."

—he wanted to tell him he was the same, but he really lost the ability to speak.

Slowly, slowly, finally he kissed him, his fingers inserted into his black hair, rubbing together like rain after a long time - even though they had kissed many times, Harry still couldn't help his heart beating like a drum.

......

Draco raised his upper body and looked at him, and for a minute, neither of them spoke, and Harry was the first to announce his surrender: "I'm really not used to Malfoy who doesn't talk—"

"You really don't know when to shut up, do you, Potter." Draco bit down on the last few syllables deliberately, and they all remembered that day in the Slytherin Chamber, and laughed together.

"I hate you, Malfoy," said Harry, trying to reach his rumpled shirt but Draco stopped him, so he lay back down and closed his eyes a little pissed, too. Great, now his whole body is sore, "I hate you, Draco," he added emphatically.

"But I love you."

He heard him say that Harry didn't want Draco to see him smiling, but he really didn't want to move a finger, and he didn't want to expend energy trying to control his facial expressions either - his mind was wandering , dragging him to sleep, he swore he'd wake up and settle with Draco, and he would, of course—

"I love you, Potter."

He actually repeated it again? Harry felt someone pull him into his arms, and he thought maybe they could settle the score later, Draco Malfoy, was a complete nuisance—

I don't-

Don't even think about it I'll say-

Well... I love you too.He replied in his mind before being completely captured by the dream.

In his dream, he saw golden ears of wheat, blue sky and white clouds, sunlight, and a pool of water, which was shapeless and kept changing colors within sight.

Harry felt like he was flying, getting carried away, floating in the air, maybe he was looking for something—

—I am dreaming.

He heard the voice in his heart.

He suddenly couldn't tell whether he was looking or waiting.His dreams were always chaotic, but Harry panicked inexplicably, he was completely wrapped up in this emotion, he was struggling, was he looking, or was he waiting?

Where is he?where is this

Harry fell into the wheat field, and when he got up, everything around him was blurred, and in the distance, he heard a sigh.

—Harry, Harry.

It was as if seeing the moon through the clouds and mist, his eyes suddenly lit up.He saw a person standing on the other side of the wheat field, he had the same hair color as the sun——

—I'm already, tired of waiting.

He was looking, looking for his antidote, looking for his redemption.

He is also waiting, he is waiting for that person to speak, waiting for that person to give him a chance to speak, waiting, waiting for him to give himself a chance.

Every day, every day, he used to push himself to be crazy.Those days were like poison, it eroded every inch of him, but now, he wished every second passed more slowly.

Griffin flew over from nowhere, flapped its wings, and hovered at Harry's line of sight. It looked at him for a while, and then flew forward. Harry followed it obediently. They walked through the wheat field together, and the ears of wheat As it swayed, there was a rustling friction sound.

They're getting closer—

He stretched out his hand involuntarily——

The man seemed to sense it, he turned around slowly, and Griffin fell into his arms—

They all smiled, Harry thought, seeing his own Neverland in a dream.

Harry opened his eyes desperately, looked out the window, it was still night, he felt relieved, and only then did he remember to pay attention to his situation.He and Draco were lying together on five-year-old Draco's bed, naked, only a thin quilt was covering their bodies, which was only enough to cover their lower body, Harry was held in Draco's arms, his arms were folded openly On his waist, the heat was transmitted directly. Griffin probably flew over shortly after that, he doesn't remember much, it's nestled next to the pillow, fast asleep. In the dark, Harry also felt himself flushed, burned to the base of his ears, and the previous memories came rushing out.

God... what did he do?

"Oh Malfoy!" he muttered ruefully, "...my loins."

"...Does it still hurt?" A voice asked hoarsely in his ear, and at the same time Harry felt it rub against his neck lightly.

"Draco! Draco...are you awake?"

Draco stuttered because of his panic, "Or what?" he said, and his hand moved up from his waist restlessly, but was held in place sensitively by Harry.

"—we'll do more."

"...Oh, maybe...but not now."

"You're so ruthless, Potter..." Draco hugged him even tighter, his eyelashes brushing his smooth back, his voice muffled and nasal, "I think... we can take a shower together tomorrow morning." , right? Although I have already cleaned it up briefly..."

"Do not--"

"Harry...don't be so shy..."

He was still immersed in the dream he had just had, and everything looked a little golden. Harry felt as though his mind had been put under an Amnesiac Charm, selectively emptying out all the rebuttals he should have thought of.

"I'm going to sleep," he said finally, awkwardly, and squirmed into Draco's arms again, because it was too cold, of course, he thought.

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