grryffindor secret

"Harry, wake up." He opened one eye dizzily, and saw Draco's face less than ten centimeters away from him, "Hurry up, we're in big trouble..." Draco said hurriedly, his The hair didn't look like his at all, it was curled up in all directions, and when he saw Harry finally propped himself up to sit up, he tucked his clothes and robe into his arms.

"What... what's wrong?" Harry put on his glasses, and his eyes followed the scrambling Slytherin, which wasn't often the case.

"Look outside, we're going to be late, Potter." Draco looked on the verge of breaking down, he didn't care if his shirt was flat, and sloppily pulled it on, "No time to think about anything else... Godfather's lesson! Merlin... …Move Harry! It's unbelievable—”

He finally fell back to reality from his golden dream.

SNAPE!Potions class!be late! SNAPE!

Harry's eyes went black, oh he'd better stop thinking about pumpkin pie - what he needed now was to get out of his warm bed and get dressed, when Harry really wished he still had a Time-Turner .He removed Griffin from his lap and jumped off the bed, the violent stretch irritating a part of him that was vulnerable from last night, and he yelped in pain, drawing Draco's attention back.

"Damn..." Draco had already been packing his and Harry's schoolbags, and he walked quickly back to the bed with a worried and hesitant expression on his face, "I think you should rest... I shouldn't—"

"It's all right," Harry said, tapping his knuckles on Draco's chest to signal him to get out of the way, he was going to go over to the fireplace and get dressed, "oh really all right, I'm just... you know, too much movement Bigger... Draco..."

Draco looked a little downcast, and Harry sighed, his shirt half-covered and the other half slung over his shoulders - he didn't care much and just gave Draco a little hug.

"Maybe you need this." He smiled, and Draco pushed him away after leaning in for a moment, a slight blush on his pale face.

He was probably still uneasy, "Damn Potter," Draco muttered, and helped Harry pull up half of Harry's shirt, "And... I think you'd better cover this up." His hand rested on Harry's collarbone , there's a clear mark there - of course he did it last night.

Harry thought his face must be hot to the touch, and he didn't need to go to the fireplace to keep warm.

"I... you... Malfoy!!"

Of course, they were still late. Harry insisted on going to class instead of lying in bed - he said forcefully that he had seen enough of the ceiling in the hospital wing, and Draco relented, taking their schoolbags and throwing them over his shoulders.But he swore it was the first time in his life that he was late, and it would be the last.On the other hand, none of them wanted to be baptized like this again.

—It was too quiet.

Snape was standing on his podium with a blackboard full of writing behind him, but that didn't make him seem amiable—it should be said that this word would never be associated with Severus Snape, he seemed to see through everything and didn't move, Harry and Draco froze reflexively at the cellar entrance under his gaze.

"We're in big trouble, Draco..." Harry forced the words out of his throat.

"Yeah..." Draco said, swearing to himself again that there would be no next time, his back straight.

"Mr. Malfoy, and... Mr. Potter," Snape said softly, his expression unfathomable. "What an honor that you have finally decided to appear in my class."

"Sorry, Professor." Harry wrung his hands behind his back, trying to make himself less nervous, and Draco hung his head, clutching their schoolbag straps tightly.

—It was too quiet.

He believed that everyone must have held their breath, and no one even dared to look back at them, which somehow made Harry feel better.He mustered up the courage to look at the crowd and found Ron and Hermione, thank God - and Ron's red hair, they had reserved seats for both him and Draco, next to Zabini, not surprisingly -

The man's brows were furrowed, his lips pursed dangerously, "Find your seats!" Snape said sternly, and Harry guessed that if it wasn't Draco Mafloy with him, Gryffindor would have lost another fifty points, or a [-] percent, and his reasons are impeccable.

He and Draco almost rushed to their seats, and a second before Harry was about to slump down, Draco grabbed Harry's arm and shook his head imperceptibly.

"...No." He said softly.

Harry's face turned red all of a sudden, and he forgot again.

"Yeah...you're right." He sat down slowly in the chair, Harry didn't dare to look at Ron's expressions, whether or not they had learned anything from his weird behavior and conversation with Draco - but he was sure The thing was that Zabini must have figured it out, because he was covering his face with his textbook, shoulders trembling with familiarity.

He didn't even bother to pay attention to what Snape said again, Harry wanted to jump off the tower again, he felt his face was on fire, luckily Snape finally ordered everyone to move, chairs and floor The grinding sound rescued him from the tormenting silence. Ron took the opportunity too, poking him in the back.

"What's up dude? Are you okay?"

Harry restrained himself from running away, he couldn't tell about last night, and that bright dream, Draco and Blaise went to get the materials together, now it was just him and Ron and Hermione, the excellent "Gryffindor" Much time" He knew he had to say something.

"I'm fine, Ron," he said dryly, glancing uncomfortably in the direction of the locker. "Seems like you're taking Zabini well?"

Ron shook his head violently, "No we didn't!"

"Come on, you're more than happy to have your materials fetched for you, Ron." Hermione said, and Ron was like a deflated ball.

"I'm just here to promote peaceful coexistence between the houses! And Harry!"

"Well, because Zabini said he must have lost his Potions partner since then... Malfoy will be with Harry - obviously he's right." Hermione explained, turning to Harry, "So... Harry, you Are you really okay? What happened yesterday?"

--what happened?They... no no no-

"It's really okay," Harry replied flatly, tugging at his hair anxiously, she was the third person he'd told him today that he was okay, "—I told Ginny about me and Draco— —”

"What???"

"Stop shouting! Ron, Snape's looking this way... That's it, well, she actually saw it herself, before I could say it—"

"God, she didn't tell me?" Ron slumped on the table, "I'm still wondering how to explain to her—"

"—more Slytherin questions," Hemione continued. "Yeah, it's hardly real...is it? Harry and Malfoy."

Harry also found it incredible that he was really with Mafloy, and that feeling hit him even more strongly now.

"Oh...look, he's dazed again. Seriously, Harry, you don't look too good..." Ron said, and Harry was relieved when Draco and Blaise returned.

"What's the matter?" Blaise asked, deliberately placing a plate of slimy, tentacled slugs in front of Ron, who gave him a disgusted look and said nothing, "Come on Weasley, they're yours. "

"We're talking about you," said Hermione, "—Zabini who lost his partner."

Draco smirked unapologetically.

Harry looked at the mess of materials Draco brought back with a headache, he didn't want to deal with slugs, simply put, he didn't want to do anything.He felt sluggish, and it only took him a second of hesitation before Harry decided to let it go - after all, he had a talented partner.

Draco seemed happy that Harry wasn't meddling in the potion business at hand, for whatever reason, he didn't say much, and Harry got a precious period of time to do nothing.It's just that the good times don't last long, Snape quickly noticed that his face was gloomy, which was not very good, he put away his wand, and strode towards Harry and Draco's table.

"Do you think he'll spare my life?" Harry poked Draco and asked in a low voice, "He's walking really fast... like a bat about to explode - great, he's here - Professor."

Snape stared thoughtfully at him for a moment, and at the empty table in front of him, then his eyes slid to Draco, and finally fell on the materials in Draco's hand.His expression told Harry that he understood everything.

"Professor Snape—" Draco wanted to explain, but was stopped by Snape's raised hand.

"Come over to my office after class, Mr. Potter," the man said to him businesslike, "Bring your Griffin," he added, and Draco hesitated, Snape's hand moved again, but not again. Lifting it up, "...Mr. Malfoy can come along."

He went to the dormitory with Draco to pick up Griffin, who was standing on Draco's shoulder, looking at the passing students - it was strange that it was still clinging to Draco after all this time.

"What did Snape want to say to me?" Harry was a little unsure, and his words didn't sound like a question, "Did you see the look in his eyes Draco? God... should I go to Remus? Or just sit down." The train leaves here—"

"Again..." Draco said helplessly, "stop your thinking, it won't work."

Harry's heart was at war with heaven and man, he couldn't help being nervous, yes, this day finally came - he had naively thought that Snape would really let him go, think about what he did recently?Traveling at night like no one else, opened another secret room, got himself a magical creature, then met Malfoy, and the Malfoy he met with him turned back to five years old, they formed a small group, and even became independent The dormitory and the Horntail guards—one trouble upon another, and, unfortunately, the one involved with Harry Potter was Draco Malfoy.

He mechanically followed Draco up the marble stairs, lost in his horrific imagination, "We're here," Draco said, turning around as if he'd expected it, and grabbing Harry's shoulders with both hands, stopping He bumped into himself, "Come back to your senses, Potter... Apparently the Godfather didn't give us the password."

"Ah, yes," he said numbly.

Draco shook his head, ignoring him, "Then... the dragon's fangs."

The stone beast slid away, revealing the spiral staircase.

When they walked into the office, Snape was already there waiting.All the portraits on the wall were looking at them with interest as well, more so at Griffin on Draco's shoulder, including the one of Dumbledore behind the headmaster's chair.

Harry swallowed apprehensively, he didn't know where to look better, Dumbledore, or Snape, or the empty perch that used to belong to Fawkes, or—

A moment of blankness.

"Professor Dumbledore wishes to speak to you, Potter." Snape said bluntly, and he glanced at Draco. "Alone."

Draco followed Snape away, went further into the suite, and closed the door behind him. Griffin had been left behind at Snape's behest, and the previous headmasters on the wall had also left, leaving space entirely for Harry and - the old man in the portrait.

There was a moment of silence, but Harry's mind was actually buzzing and buzzing, the sound of Draco closing the door a few seconds ago was still echoing, and he was paying too much attention to it, making the sense of unreality even stronger .

"Long time no see, sir," he said, standing bewildered with Griffin in his arms.

"Long time no see, my dear child. When was the last time we talked alone like this?" Dumbledore smiled. "Oh, I almost forgot...I heard what happened recently."

"……what?"

"Severus told me that you took good care of little five-year-old Mr. Malfoy." The old man said relievedly, "Mr. Malfoy is obviously recovered now, and your relationship has changed a little bit—"

Harry stared blankly at Dumbledore, opened his mouth, but only uttered a few meaningless syllables.He looked around helplessly, trying to hide his embarrassment, and he guessed right, Snape knew it, damn bad premonition—"Yes, Professor," Harry said, "Honestly, I I didn't expect...but..."

"Love is the greatest power in the world, Harry. I'm so glad you found yourself, and I know you can do it. Many portraits tell me they're worried about your state...they see you in school It's - me personally, I'm so glad you're here now, boy, you're great."

Harry was taken aback, he really didn't expect Dumbledore to say this to him, he smiled complicatedly, pondered because of the old man's words, he inevitably thought of his dream, the wheat field, the sun and the breeze, the pool water, and Draco .

His eyes fell on Griffin, who had been quiet all this time, and it was looking at him with its glass-like gray eyes. After watching for a long time, he found that he had gotten used to the little silver-green bow tie on its neck——

"I figured you must have some questions for me," Dumbledore said understandingly.

"Yes Professor," Harry replied somewhat eagerly, pulling himself from his thoughts, "I don't understand... I mean, the Chamber of Secrets! And the statue of Griffin - I've never seen them... Also on the map—”

"I guess Miss Granger must have helped you with your research, right?"

"Yeah, but... nothing definite... I don't know. Griffin... it's kind of unbelievable," said Harry, who hadn't really thought about Griffin for a long time, because some jerk, " It doesn't look like it's going to really grow up, and it's like... it's like it's really more dependent on Malfoy, it's closer to him, it even bit Ron for him—"

"No one will ever really know all the castle's secrets, Harry," said Dumbledore gently, as secretive as he had always been. "I think you'll understand, boy."

Harry was still confused, he seemed to catch something and let it slip through his mind. Griffin blew to draw his attention back, "Almost..." he said, and Dumbledore looked at him encouragingly, yes - he should have run through it all, "It's close to him..."

Now that the answer was on his lips, Harry opened his eyes wide in astonishment, looking at Dumbledore, "—me?" he said in disbelief, and the old man obviously understood what he said, and he smiled and nodded at him. Nodded, "This is impossible... This is too ridiculous——"

He was still in a daze until Draco had obtained permission to come out of the room, he was dazed to bow to Snape goodbye, dazed to see Dumbledore wink mischievously at him, dazed to be dragged out of the office by Draco.

He is experiencing an incredible situation, and he is completely in it.

"It's yours now," Harry said suddenly, as the stone monster slid back into place behind them, and handed the Griffin to Draco.

Draco took it for no apparent reason, "What?" he asked.

"It's just that it's yours."

—Even Harry himself could hear the awkwardness in his tone.

"Hell, I hate charades!"

Harry made up his mind not to tell Draco any more about Griffin - well, maybe later he would, but for now he was stubbornly silent.As if in a last-ditch effort, he feigned interest in the tree branches outside the corridor window, from which Gryffindor Tower could be seen.It's just that Draco obviously didn't intend to just let this go, he took a few quick steps and stopped Harry.

"What did Dumbledore tell you?"

"Nothing," Harry said primly, "just said something about Voldemort." He lied.

Draco narrowed his eyes:

"you are lying."

They were deadlocked for a while, Harry turned his eyes away from the Slytherin, it was sunny outside, it hadn't been bad weather for a while, but the previous snow was still there, glowing.

"Okay," he said, and Harry knew Draco wouldn't rest until he got an answer, "we discussed Griffin."

"What happened to Gry?" Draco asked.

"It's yours," Harry repeated, and Draco raised an eyebrow, looking at him suspiciously, hell, think... he needs a damn reason - "Because it has the same eyes as you. ’ he dryly threw out a lame statement.

"Of course that doesn't mean I don't want it!" he added, "I'm just saying...that is, I mean, yes...it's yours."

"Now you're the one to wonder, Potter." Draco shot back.

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"Bounce back," Harry said childishly.

"Uh-huh—rebound doesn't work." Draco drawled, and he seemed to accept it for the time being, maybe he was used to Harry's erratic and occasional babble, and his always many, many annoying secrets , "Let me ask you, Potter—"

"Asked me what?"

"What were you thinking when you jumped from the tower?"

"Thinking you're an asshole," Harry said stiffly, and they remained where they were, and Draco followed his line of sight to Gryffindor Tower.

"It's really tall, almost as tall as the Astronomy Tower." Draco sighed, "Did you really jump from that damn place?" he asked again, with a little bit of a punch that Harry had seen too many times proud.

Harry rolled his eyes angrily, avoided Draco and continued on his way.He was thinking wildly, and indeed, he was thinking of Draco when he jumped off, without reservation.At the same time, all kinds of words kept flashing in his mind, in fact, it only took a few seconds. Before he landed, he tried to recall the limited Muggle movies he had seen, those with deep-eyed How do the male protagonists do it.

——It was only after he landed that Harry left all that behind him, he just wanted to see him.

His heart was in his throat all the way to the Quidditch pitch, was he not there anymore?Is it really what he understood when he said to fly for a while?Would he not want to see me?Damn—he was worrying about gain and loss again like a little girl—

He still clearly remembers the crunching sound of his feet when he stepped on the thick snow.

If there is a smell in memory, it must be mixed with pine branches, and cookies, and more of the aroma of mead——

Oh, and his golden wheat fields.

These clearly represent his incredible and special winter.

What a fool he was, to add so many twists and turns to himself for no reason.

"...I won't tell you now." Harry paused, stopped in his tracks, and turned to Draco to announce.

"Tell me what, Griffin?" Draco asked bewilderedly, "—hell, Harry, why are you so happy all of a sudden?"

"Anyway, let's go back first," he said.

They sent Griffin back to the dormitory, and then went to the hall to join their friends.A day later, people were not as inquisitive as before, and they generously gave Harry more personal space - maybe because Harry's hair is as messy as it used to be, how much does it help A little busy.He saw Seamus and Dean, and Neville, who were sitting at the same table, and Seamus smirked at him, and Dean and Neville waved at him.

Harry's mood brightened. For the umpteenth time, he was grateful that he had such a group of friends—everything was going in a good direction. Why did he drive himself to a dead end before?fuck the shit.

Draco stepped into the empty seat first, right next to Blaise, and Harry was still standing there grinning silly at his roommates, Draco rolled his eyes, reached for Harry's forearm, and pulled him into the crowd dining table.

"If you continue to be so dull, Potter, I don't promise I won't kiss you here." Draco said casually, as if to say that he had a fried egg for breakfast, "maybe that will bring you back to your senses." .”

Ron obviously heard Draco's words verbatim, and he dug his fork harder into the pie in front of him, "I wish I was dreaming..." he muttered, "Mione, is there a spell that will make me blind?" Malfoy's? Better yet, that Zabini…"

He didn't think he would be affected by anything, even he automatically filtered out the meaning behind what Draco said, and his best friend's little annoyance, and didn't want to go after Blaise's annoying smirk now.His heart is no longer heavy, because obviously he has so many things that make him happy and happy.

"Okay, Draco—" Harry said again, slurred, and he was munching on one of Draco's favorite cookies, "I might tell you." He looked at the blond Slytherin with a wide smile , with a brisk tone.

The hall was buzzing, and Draco's gaze was glued to those green eyes.

Draco didn't know what he was doing wrong, he completely ignored the teacher's table, to be precise, ignored Snape and Remus in the teacher's table, these two people who had a close relationship with them-even though he had I know they must have been paying attention to this——

"I want a cookie," Draco said suddenly.

Presumably he had really been infected with the stupid Gryffindor recklessness and recklessness that bloody Potter had acquired.

A few seconds later, Professor McGonagall, puzzled by the sudden silence that spread across the auditorium, dropped her fork on the table with a clang, but no one noticed.

Snape's face was gloomy, and his lips were tightly pursed. Remus was only surprised for a few seconds, then shook his head helplessly, and smiled indulgently, while Hagrid's eyes were floating around, and he seemed unsure if he should Keep looking at Harry, gosh, his little Harry has grown up, but that's the Malfoy kid—

"What's the matter?" someone in the crowd asked.

Harry's temples were throbbing right now, he really shouldn't be lowering his guard, should he?So much so that Malfoy's crafty bastard was now taking advantage of it.

"—Malfoy kissed Potter!"

I don't know who blew a long whistle.

Ginny was giggling on the long table nearby, and Hermione grabbed Ron's arm hard, because he looked like he'd love to get under the table - which he was already doing. Blaise propped his chin and tilted his head to watch them, not forgetting to pour himself another glass of pumpkin juice, "Oh...our little Creevey looks like he's going to cry—" he added fuel.

Harry felt dizzy, his breathing became erratic, wait, they were still in the Great Hall, and it occurred to him that Remus was still there, oh no, and Snape - hell!He pushed Draco away abruptly.

"What are you doing?" Harry's face was burning, he was immersed in Draco's kiss on the one hand, and on the other hand he was extremely embarrassed because it was in public, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand and stared at Draco, "You're an asshole, Malfoy."

Draco backed away obediently, he didn't seem to care at all that everyone around him was watching them, "It's all your fault, Potter," he said lazily, "—now they all know you're mine gone."

"—and impressive."

Harry didn't know how on earth he finished his lunch, and his nerves were still screaming when they finally left the hall.His good mood was now clouded by the realization that he really was in Draco's clutches.

"I hate you, Malfoy." Greeting Griffin hastily, he slumped into an armchair in their dormitory and said wearily, covering his eyes with his arm, "...that's all right now."

Harry suddenly had the weight of another person on his body, and Draco sat on his lap, "...that's a bad habit, Draco," he said, but he didn't push the blond boy away.

Draco was unimpressed, his hands resting casually on the back of the chair behind Harry, "That's what I did when I was five," he said nonchalantly.

"Yes, but you're not as heavy as you are now."

"Fuck you! I'm not heavy!"

Draco punched Harry in the chest, Harry wanted to hold his face, but he only held on for a second, and he still laughed, "And you're much cuter at five years old than you are now." His hands held the little one like before Wrapping Draco's waist like a boy, "My little boy can't say that word, Malfoy."

The blond Slytherin stared at him wordlessly for a moment, "Yeah," he said dryly, and Draco's face suddenly showed a complicated confusion, "...then you prefer the five-year-old me , or this me now?" he asked.

"Why do you ask?"

Harry hadn't noticed at all that Draco was still having such troubles.

"Because I'm so different from when I was five," Draco said, resting his head lightly on Harry's, trying to make his voice seem unconcerned, "I didn't understand anything when I was five, and then what happened A lot of things……"

Harry suddenly realized, at this moment he felt wonderfully that the five-year-old boy and the 17-year-old Draco seemed to merge at this moment.

"Whether you're five or seventeen, you're Draco Malfoy." He almost blurted out, but Harry was actually doing what Draco said was the worst thing for him right now—thinking, yes, he was thinking, All sorts of absurd thoughts were running through his head, "Well, I must say, I'm attracted to you...yes, that's it, 'it's yours'."

"You're babbling again!" Draco straightened up, twisting to find a position on Harry's lap where he could look directly at him, his hands on his shoulders, ""It's yours"! What the hell does that mean? I swear if you play charades with me again—wait, you said... you're attracted to me?"

Harry bit his lower lip nervously because of Draco's movements, and his heartbeat began to speed up again, he was really not good at handling such conversations, not to mention the position of Draco's movements was too sensitive.

"Uh... I'm stating the facts. Besides, I've said I—"

"When did it start?" Draco pressed.

"I don't know." He answered frankly that he really didn't know.

"—and I've hated you since the train ride in first grade."

Harry grimaced, "You have a warped sense of competition... I might have shook your hand if you hadn't looked so arrogant at the time," he said.

"Damn! Potter, shut up."

It was like fuck, Harry swallowed hard, his eyes resting on the faint blush on Draco's cheeks.He felt sour and mixed with pleasure in his chest, he couldn't put it into words, but he really wanted to smirk, wondering if everyone felt that way - look, Malfoy in his arms.

"And you're still a jerk," Harry muttered, not forgetting what happened in the auditorium, and then he took a deep breath and suppressed a groan, "Oh for God's sake - stop shaking Your damn legs! Draco!"

Draco chuckled, but he didn't move away from Harry's body, but moved again.

"Well...you can't hide it from me." He leaned closer to Harry's ear and whispered, "I feel—"

"Shut up Malfoy!" Of course Harry knew what Draco was implying, and he thought maybe what he needed to do was cut the subject off and stop it from going any further, yes, things were getting out of hand again, "Seriously, Malfoy, what are you talking about?" When will you take that off?" He pointed to the little Slytherin tie around Griffin's neck.

"Actually I've changed my mind," Draco said innocently, answering him cooperatively, "I'm not going to untie it, dear Potter."

"Oh..." Ha