[HP] Bond

"No... nothing..."

Slytherin pays much attention to privacy. No matter how good the relationship is, some things will not cross the line. Pansy is just talking about it. How can she really do something self-righteous to promote other people's feelings? The Lord listened rightly, and was so embarrassed that he couldn't bear it.

Potter's ugly face made her feel like she had done something stupid.

"tell me what?"

Harry looked at Draco again, and repeated the question just now very lightly and slowly. The tent was so quiet that the sound of snow falling in the distance could be heard, making the imperceptible tremor in his voice clear and clear. obvious.

He stood upright, with a depressed and tense expression on his whole body, as if he was waiting for a predictable and deep blow, the kind that made him unable to fight back.

Draco glanced at his friends helplessly, motioned them to leave first, and let himself take care of it.

"We're going back first, you guys have a good talk." Blaise sighed slightly, and walked out with Pansy, who was looking back frequently with an annoyed expression.

After graduation, he had never seen the savior show such an almost weak attitude on any occasion. They were always worried that Draco would be wronged in this relationship. Now it seems that Potter really cares.

Just care, he glanced back before Apparating, Ginny Weasley chose this time to return to China, even if it wasn't deliberate, it would have some impact on them, I hope Draco will not be stupid and understate If you can get things done, why not do it if you can strive for a little more.

Harry slowly approached Draco, but he didn't ask for a hug as usual, he just looked stubbornly at those quiet gray-blue eyes, and asked him in a low voice, "Draco, what do you want?" Want to tell me?"

"Didn't you hear everything?" Draco's eyes wandered for a moment, and he forced a smile, "It's not a big deal, there's nothing to say."

He never felt the need to recall those things. No matter how much embarrassment and pain, he finally survived. The most important thing is that he finally did something for Harry and let his loved one escape. A crisis and survived until the day of winning, if that is the price that must be paid, his choice will not change again.

And with Malfoy's pride, he really couldn't do anything like using the past sacrifices as a bargaining chip to claim credit or sell miserably in front of his lover.

That would make him feel that the feelings he got were mixed with touch or pity, and he didn't need those.

"That time?" Harry could only think of the time when he escaped in disgrace from Malfoy Manor, so as he once feared, did Voldemort really take it out on Draco who pretended not to recognize him?

How did that madman punish him?How did the delicate and expensive young master of the Malfoy family, who used to bluff for a long time when bumping into each other, survived?

He didn't even dare to think about it.

"Harry?" Draco saw that his face was getting uglier, and hurried over, hugging his trembling body, "Come on, I'm fine—"

Harry took a deep breath, and hugged his lover's slender waist tightly, only feeling that his limbs were chilling.

There was something dark and terrifying crazily screaming in his heart, making people yearn for destruction and destruction irresistibly. He closed his eyes tightly, tried his best to restrain himself and breathed lightly, thinking of Draco looking at him The pained and desperate look in his eyes when he was carried away by Death Eaters.

and after?What happened next?

Another person, the person you care about so much has been hurt because of you, how come you don't know anything?

He desperately questioned himself, and countless memories flooded in. Those familiar faces, so pale that there was no blood, emerged in the darkness with blood-stained frames, and dispersed in the darkness bit by bit, and took them away. All the warmth and light.

"Harry? Harry!"

The lover's reaction was really not right, Draco could feel his trembling becoming more and more obvious, and his wet forehead rubbing against his neck, and he panicked, "What's wrong with you?"

He tried to loosen the tighter and tighter hands on his waist to check Harry's condition, but he was trapped tightly.

It was like a person who fell into the water hugging the only driftwood he could hold on to, it was a harbinger of collapse, and even the fluctuation of magic power around him became restless.

"Shh, it's okay, it's okay Harry." Draco stroked his back slowly, he didn't see such symptoms uncommon in St. Mungo's, and he figured out the situation after a while.

I should have found out!

Draco could hardly control the trembling in his heart from spreading to his fingertips. He thought of a lot at once, and Harry avoided talking about many past events, and even avoided looking at the photos of the past; from time to time, Harry Asking him for a hug, as if he could draw some kind of strength; even his extremely tired face after every action in the Auror office——

It turned out that the only person who was considered to be redeemed by the entire British magic world, the only one who could not be redeemed was himself.

Draco's eyes slowly became watery, and he leaned back slightly to see his pale face and bitten blood-stained lower lip, and his heart ached beyond measure.

"Please Harry, look at me." His tone was slightly choked. After the war, he had seen many PTSD patients develop symptoms, or they were emotionally numb and committed suicide, or they were extremely aggressive. By hurting others, destroying Everything he could see to vent, but no one could resist hurting himself quite like Harry.

"I promised Teddy would protect you, I promised him," Draco murmured against his sweaty brow, "but I didn't find anything—"

He closed his eyes and began to patiently peck and kiss his lover's lips that he refused to open. His voice was soft and soothing, just like the magical fluctuations that were unfolding, slowly comforting the black-haired young man, completely ignoring the unsuspecting Will you be harmed.

"I love you Harry...before you think...can you hear me...I love you...Teddy, Granger, and Weasley...many, many people love you so much ..."

"You did something brave...it wasn't easy...yes, there were hurts and sacrifices, but it wasn't your fault..."

"Everyone who left, died not just for you, but their ideals and beliefs...they believed you could do it, and you did it...you didn't let anyone down...and you won't be let down now Destroyed, right..."

Draco kept repeating similar words, his throat was a little hoarse, and the person who had been immersed in the closed world finally had a reaction.

Harry's eyes widened suddenly, but his eyes were out of focus. He gasped heavily, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare. After a while, he suddenly let go of the person in his arms, and stumbled to the side without running out. After a few steps, he knelt down under a flower tree because of his weakness and embarrassment, pinching his throat and retching.

He seldom fell into those memories when he was awake. He always thought that it was the worst thing to be able to watch all the tragedies happen without being able to stop them like he did in countless dreams in the past. Connections can make everything worse.

From the perspective of the perpetrator, what is it like to personally abuse your lover?

Those vicious spells seemed to be squeezed out of his chest, passed through his throat, slipped over his tongue, and passed through his teeth. They were spit out so lightly and casually, and the beams of light from the wand landed on On the young man who was powerless to resist and had nowhere to escape.

He was so reluctant to frown at the person in his heart, was used Legilimency to look through all the hidden memories without any dignity at all, was beaten and humiliated wantonly by the most vicious words in the world, and was thrown into the dark room where no light could penetrate. Tortured in prison.

Harry coughed so much that his face was full of tears, and the familiar voice of the boy still echoed in his ears. He begged for mercy in fear and humility, cried hysterically, and cried bitterly as he begged for a break.

He would rather die--prefer to die!I don't want my lover to be treated so cruelly!

But for the unforgettable injuries that have happened, who can erase them from life?

Harry raised his head and stared blankly at the man who was patting his back anxiously, his heart seemed to be violently stirred by the sharp point of a knife, trembling with pain, "Draco..."

"I know it's impossible for you not to care about that and not to suffer over it. But Harry, I want you to understand that the worst is over."

Draco took a deep breath, his gray-blue eyes fixed on him, like the vast sky above their heads.

"—and now, here I am, by your side."