[HP] Crack

"Hey, you can't be the only one who has been peeping into my inner world."

"You've been spying, Potter."

"That was before, and only a momentary emotion could be felt."

"You want to know more?" He narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Well... I mean, it's good for the plan. If I knew you better, maybe I'd trust you a little more." Harry rubbed his nose and moved a few inches in his direction.He smelled a cool breath, similar to the smell of frost and snow mixed with tree bark.Snow also fell on his glasses, and the hot air from his breath spread an even layer on it.

Voldemort looked at him coldly for a while, noncommittal: "There are better ways for you to accept me, Potter."

"What is it?" Harry frowned, feeling that it wasn't an easy way for him to accept it.

"If there is no progress tomorrow, I'll let you know." Voldemort looked away, and he didn't seem to want to mention it, which made Harry feel even worse.

"It can't be black magic, can it?"

"It's not that kind of thing. Well, it's time to rest." He urged him to deploy the defensive magic, but Harry didn't move.He realizes he's been procrastinating for a day, and there's never enough time left for him.

"I don't want to sleep," he said.

"Then what do you want to do?" Voldemort was a little impatient, his pale face was like a cold and blurred mask in the dim light of the night, an indistinct shadow, just as incomprehensible as himself.

"I want to go to the hospital." Harry looked in the direction of the hospital, where there was only a swaying black phantom, as if a ghost had been buried in the snow.

"It's late."

This is just an excuse.The later the time, the safer it is to sneak in. Voldemort will not understand this truth.He just didn't want him to save his friend, he was occupying him in another form, controlling his time and energy, cramping his skin, and sucking up his remaining value.He couldn't let him get what he wanted.

"It's not too late if you come with me," he said, looking at him seriously.

Voldemort was silent for a moment, then beckoned to him: "Come here, boy."

Harry hesitated for a second, then lifted his foot and walked towards him.The first step is particularly difficult, as if pulling out a leg frozen in ice.

A smile appeared on Voldemort's face, he watched him walk up to him, patted him on the back, stopped his hand there, and said in a low voice, "You're tired, Potter...it's been too much today, isn't it? I can tell……"

Listening to his words, Harry didn't refute or resist, the spark of confusion in his heart was silently crushed, leaving no ashes behind.He stared blankly at the swaying blue shadows on the ground. The overlapping figures looked like a pair of close partners, and he clenched his fists secretly.

Harry cast the protective spell as usual, and lay down on the soft grass.The style of the night was very big, blowing the woods with a whirrrrrr.In the distance came the shouts of children and the sparse honking of horns, but otherwise there was only the sound of silent breathing.Harry folded the Invisibility Cloak and stuffed it in his pocket, shivered, and curled his legs up for sleep.

Of course, he only intended to pretend to be asleep.No matter what the consequences are, since he can't kill him, then he must let him see his attitude.

The back collar was pulled a bit, and then he was pulled into a bosom with force.A hand was placed across his chest, pressing on his shoulder.Harry twisted stiffly, Voldemort's white chin was close at hand, and he was resting against his neck.

He turned back as if electrocuted, staring blankly at the hand, which landed in an awkward position.Harry thought he might not have meant it, but he was... uncomfortable.

"Uh... You're keeping me awake like this."

The other party did not answer.

"I mean, you can put your hand on my waist," he suggested.

The man finally moved, slowly withdrew his hand, and looked at him while lying on his side.

"Your waist?" he repeated slowly, as if he found the word interesting. "I tried it last time."

Harry felt like he was on the verge of smoking, his throat constricted.

"I'm not asking you to be the same as last time, I mean... you could put your arms around me instead of—" Harry couldn't go on, he thought it was more embarrassing than undressing.Voldemort looked at him nonchalantly, his eyes itching all over him.

"I know what you mean," he said thoughtfully, putting his hands on his waist, even though it was covered by several layers of cotton clothes, Harry's heart beat instantly, "We need more physical contact."

Harry didn't understand him for a moment, his mind was in a mess, filled with some chaotic thoughts, which made him forget his original purpose for a moment.He may not know the ambiguity of the gesture, he may know but he doesn't care... no, no, he should be showing hatred not invitation, he hates everything about him, selfishness, egotism, utter cruelty, but in a certain In some respects, he was surprisingly ignorant. This ignorance is pitiful and sad.

Harry's chest was churning with scorching fire, and the conflicting struggle was burning his internal organs.The hand on his waist was as cold as snow, as if he felt the struggle in his heart, he moved slightly.He can't, he can't...he shouldn't...

He tried to relax his body, pretending to be asleep.Time is getting tougher, and the best way to do it is to study that spidery hand, the way it curves as it wraps around him, the slender knuckles and black nails, the part that shows when the sleeve is turned up Thin wrists... Harry looked away with difficulty and took a deep breath.He found that those strange thoughts after watching for a long time came up again.

The person behind him seemed to be asleep, and the steady rise and fall of his chest calmed him down.He attached the hand carefully, moved it away slightly, waited for a while, made sure that Voldemort hadn't woken up, stood up on the ground as quietly as possible, took out the invisibility cloak from his pocket and put it on.

He glanced back at the man lying on the ground, tiptoed through the protective magic, and looked back again. Voldemort was still lying still, blending with the grass and trees in the darkness.Harry tightened the cloak, turned and ran in the direction of St. Mungo's Hospital, heart beating fast.

St. Mungo's Hospital works 24 hours a day, and it is twelve o'clock in the evening. Although the lights in the wards have been turned off for rest, there are still many therapists on duty.He stepped into the hall through the window of the department store. The wizard in the reception area glanced sleepily at the door and yawned, not noticing that an invisible man had entered.

Draco's ward was on the fifth floor, and he had memorized the route the first time he came.There was silence in the hospital, only the occasional sound of carts and low voices.Harry tried to blend his footsteps into the background noise, dodging the few healers he encountered while quickly counting the rooms he passed.

Turning a corner, he leaned against the potted plant in the corner and took a breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead.He counted ten seconds, and when a patient who suddenly pushed the door out shouted and left, he went around to the door of Draco's ward, looked in for a while, pushed the door carefully, and closed the door behind his back.

For a minute when he entered the door, he leaned against the door panel and did not move, staring at the raised bed quilt in the darkness.His heart was pounding against his ribs, making him feel sick, his legs were numb, and it took him a while to recover.

Harry walked slowly towards the bed, avoiding the chairs by the wall by the dim light of the corridor through the glass windows.But the more he was afraid of something, the more something would happen. When he approached, the heavy hem of the invisibility cloak accidentally scraped against the bedpost, making a clear friction sound in the silence.

"Who?" The person on the bed sat up all of a sudden, leaned back on the bed, and fumbled with his right hand to turn on the light.Harry was afraid that the movement here would attract the therapist, so he rushed over to hold his hand: "Don't open it! It's me, Malfoy."

"Potter?!"

Startled and angry, Draco struggled and kicked Harry in the stomach with his legs.He threw his head up to call for help, and Harry quickly let go of a hand over his mouth, for which he kicked Draco so hard that the Invisibility Cloak slipped to the floor, gasping for breath.

"Don't shout, I mean no harm," he begged in a hoarse voice, gasping, "I'm leaving. Listen, I'm sorry—sorry to bother you so late, but there's nothing I can do."

Draco seemed to have calmed down a bit, no longer struggling violently.Harry paused, let go of his right hand, and said, "Don't bark, I'll let go of your mouth now."

Draco just stared at him without saying anything.Harry slowly moved his palm away, but it was still hanging in the air. Seeing that he really had no intention of calling for help, he let it go completely, and breathed a sigh of relief.