[HP] Dark Fairy Tale

In the morning, Draco woke up from his sleep, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that familiar face.

He slowed down his breathing, and gazed at the person in front of him greedily and tenderly. The black-haired young man was sleeping soundly beside him, with his arms around his waist, naturally showing a protective gesture.

Some intense joy was intertwined with suffocating pain in his heart, Draco's nose was sore, and he always felt like he was still dreaming, maintaining the posture of snuggling in his arms, not daring to move.

Suddenly, the hand holding him tightened, and a low greeting sounded above his head, "Morning."

Draco buried his face in his chest and muffled, "Morning."

There was a chuckle in his ear, with a rare lazy and relaxed pleasure, and soon, a warm kiss fell on his forehead.

Before he could react, the person in front of him had let go of his hands and sat up, as if he only allowed himself to indulge in warmth for a short while.

"You can rest for a few more days," Harry went to the bathroom to change out of his pajamas, walked to the bed after washing, and ordered while buttoning his shirt, "Leave the business to Zabini first."

Draco, who was looking around the cold bedroom, turned around with a hesitant look on his face, "It's the busiest time in the department..."

Harry frowned and glanced at him, "Be obedient."

Hearing his displeasure, Draco hugged the quilt tightly and nodded angrily, "Okay."

Harry looked at his bewildered expression, raised his hand and rubbed his head, and helplessly slowed down his voice, "If you feel bored——"

He paused slightly, bent down and took out two thick albums from the small cabinet next to the bed, and put them in front of him, "Choose a suitable pair while you have free time."

When Draco saw the logo on the cover, his heart skipped a beat. He turned the page hesitantly, and all kinds of bright and gorgeous rings in the album came into view immediately.

"Harry..."

He called softly, his eyes hard to distinguish between joy and sorrow.

If those things hadn't happened, they would have gotten engaged five years ago.

At that time, Harry Potter was still a straightforward and reckless big boy. He ran to the Malfoy Manor alone, and under his father's almost distorted smirk, he stuttered to marry the only heir of the Malfoy family. He hid in the stairs She peeped at her lover's foolish appearance, and laughed so hard under her mother's conniving gaze.

At that time, Draco Malfoy was still a proud and self-willed young master. He was even a little emotional because Harry insisted on inviting that half-giant, Hagrid, to the engagement banquet, thinking that it would make him lose face in front of his friends, and Because the lover hopes to get the blessings of all friends, he chooses to compromise awkwardly.

Everyone was looking forward to a lively engagement banquet, which could dispel the haze left by the war, but all the plans for the future of the two were shattered by unexpected accidents. First, the death of their father, and then the persecution of the Ministry of Magic. At that time, they didn't even have time to choose a good ring--

Slowly putting down the album, Draco slowly reached out and hugged the person sitting next to the edge of the bed, resting his head on his shoulder.

They used to be like any ordinary couple, as long as it was about each other, even the most insignificant things, they cared very much, crazy love, quarrel, cold war, reconciliation, thinking that if they love each other, they can be fearless.

How innocent and how happy.

"Why aren't you happy?" Harry stroked his hair lightly. "Didn't you say it yourself? For something as important as choosing a ring, you can never count on Gryffindor's troll taste."

The corners of Draco's lips raised slightly, and he whispered, "You still remember."

"Yes." Harry looked down at him, "I remember."

When their eyes met, Draco could clearly see the indulgence and pity in the depths of those green eyes.

Even though he may never hear this person utter an affectionate promise or words of love, but this kind of gaze that seems to pour all the tenderness and softness left in his heart still makes him obsessed and sinks for it, and he is willing to give his love for it. all.

Draco leaned forward and kissed his lips affectionately and reverently.

"I love you, Harry." He said slowly and clearly, "I love you."

Harry didn't speak, but hugged him quietly, and after a long time, he gave a slight hum, and said in a low voice, "Have a good rest, and if you need anything, tell the house elf, I'll be back by lunch."

"it is good."

Draco let go of his hand reluctantly, and watched him leave. When he got up to wash up, he saw that all the toiletries in the bathroom smelled like he was used to, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but turn sour.

After he finished his breakfast, the cloudy sky outside the window began to drizzle, the morning breeze was slightly cool, and the house elf promptly delivered a well-fitting thick coat.

In addition to official business, there are still some family property documents that have not been approved, but Harry told him to rest well, Draco hesitated for a while and decided to be lazy, unwilling to provoke the man's increasingly obvious desire to control.

"Kara," he summoned the elf who brought the clothes just now, and it was the elf Harry used most often that made him remember the name, "what are you doing, do you have any idle books to pass the time?"

"Come with me, Mr. Malfoy."

Carla bowed very respectfully and led him to a small study on the fourth floor.

Draco picked out a few interesting books there, and walked into the lounge, where the partitions were rather cozy and comfortable, intending to spend the morning in it.

When he was fascinated, he heard a slight noise in the study, thinking that Harry had returned early, he got up and walked towards the next door.

"Harry, may I—"

The blurted words stopped abruptly, Draco looked at Percy who was putting something into a hidden compartment, his eyes widened in embarrassment and surprise, "Weasley?"

Percy frowned subconsciously, paused, and continued to put the crystal bottle that was too late to hide in his hand. After gently closing the small wooden door of the hidden compartment, he rearranged the few books he had drawn out before. go back.

Draco had already seen what it was, and when the familiar bottle body and the color of the potion first caught his eyes, it made him feel as if he had been drenched in a bucket of ice water.

The trembling fingers couldn't hold the book in his hand at all, and let it fall to the floor with a "snap".

He had been in contact with the things Weasley had just put into the dark compartment for several years, and he couldn't be more familiar with them.

The inhibitory potion needs to be taken once a month, because the potion can only be stored for three months, so it has to be remade every once in a while.

But why did Harry make that... Is it because his words and deeds that sometimes don't distinguish between public and private make him feel troubled...

They are obviously doing well... I feel at ease with the attitude he is finally willing to accept...

Percy watched his expression change from shock to pain with cold eyes, a dark light flashed in his eyes, "Malfoy—"

He walked forward slowly, with a dangerous and sharp posture, "Your expression—are you worrying like Zabini that he will take revenge and play tricks on you?"

"No!" Draco retorted without thinking, "Harry won't—"

He took a breath with difficulty, and fixedly looked at the red-haired young man in front of him, "But I don't understand, why?!"

"why……"

Percy repeated in a low tone, looked at him with unfriendly eyes, and smiled coldly after making up his mind after a while, "You never thought about why his magic power increased so much when he reappeared in front of people. many?"

Draco felt dizzy for a moment, and some uncontrollable absurd guesses floated in his mind, making his heart tremble uncontrollably, "How is it possible—"

"Two hundred years ago, the Wells couple became rare soul mates in the magic world because they awakened their blood for each other at the same time under the crisis, and they were blessed by everyone."

The corner of Percy's mouth twitched, and there was an indescribable sarcasm and sadness in his clear and cold tone.

"Wizards call it Mei, Lin, De, En, Ci."

Draco's expression was sluggish, and something cold seemed to sink into his lungs during his breath, and the cold sharp pain was extremely obvious.

"Where were you at that time?" Percy looked at him indifferently, "Staying safely and securely in Malfoy Manor, accompanied by his mother's comfort and company, who couldn't bear the pain of not being able to contact his partner when he first awakened, and the medicine made by the potion master. Inhibitor appease."

But what about Harry? !

He has nothing.

--Nothing at all.

Draco closed his eyes weakly, tears fell down uncontrollably, just imagining, he felt like a knife was twisting his heart, the pain was so painful that he wanted to tear himself to pieces.

"You don't know how ridiculous your affectionate and forbearing appearance has been all these years."

Percy lowered his eyes, concealing the gloomy look in his eyes, and he felt a little uncomfortable, "Anyone is fine, why should it be you? Slytherin, who is used to playing safe, and Malfoy, who never takes risks, is not sure about him. You don’t even dare to get close to him—do you have to wait for him to coax you?!”

How many times, he really wanted to pinch this person's neck, shake him awake, and ask him, what are you afraid of, that person will not hurt you, will not let you down, there is no way to refuse you, first reach out, Honestly, how hard is it to love?

"Why...why didn't he tell me..."

Draco choked up in a low voice, his thin voice trembling so badly that even he felt ridiculous when he said the words.

How could he say that? !

How could he be willing to let himself know? !

How could he expose his weakest side in front of himself again? !

Even now, he would rather continue to suppress those emotions that would make him unsteady than the tacit understanding and happiness that is easily available and the soul depends on each other.

So those inhibitors were drunk by Harry himself.

So that time at Black's ancestral house, Harry really wanted to let go, if he hadn't begged himself...

So all he needs to say is...

Draco murmured absently: "He would rather keep it from me for the rest of his life—"

"Yes. He doesn't want you to know--you have no right to know."

Fingers clenched tightly in the sleeves, Percy's lips curled up in a cold arc, and he shook out his wand abruptly, pointing at Draco, who was in a trance.

"It's all empty-"