[HP] Crack

"Sorry to bother you," he repeated, picking up the Invisibility Cloak from the ground.Draco lowered his head and frowned to check the bandage on his left hand, and gave him a vicious look: "Just now you pressed my left hand."

"I—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Harry hurried over to check with him, but Draco pushed him away impatiently.

"If something goes wrong you're screwed, Potter."

"I know."

"What do you want from me?" He wrinkled his nose and moved a little away from him, "Isn't it still in the morning?"

"That's actually it." Harry sighed. "I know you're annoying, but I have to."

"What's the good of telling you, Potter?" he asked coldly, pouted, "Is it a good thing for me that you saved the Mudblood?"

He didn't wait for Harry's answer, and continued on his own: "No, no, the master will punish us, and we will all bear his wrath...but you don't care about that, do you? How could you care?" What will happen to us?"

Harry's fists clenched slowly, nails digging into his palms.He was right, he hadn't thought of this... His actions would only have disastrous consequences for Draco.It wouldn't matter if Hermione wasn't at Malfoy Manor, if she was, then they'd be on opposite sides... no, they'd always been on opposite sides.

But even so, he still couldn't give up.

"You can ask for compensation, as long as I can do it."

Draco raised his eyebrows, twisted the corners of his mouth, lowered his head, and said casually, "Really?...Anything is fine, Potter?"

"As long as I can."

"Oh," he smiled, looked up at him with viciousness in his eyes, "then I want you to die?"

Harry took a deep breath, he knew this was going to happen.

"No, this won't work."

"Don't talk about it, Potter," he said sharply, "get out of here, or I'll call someone."

"Please, Malfoy—"

"Get out!" He raised his voice, straightened his back, and stared at him indifferently.Harry staggered back a step, his eyes were red and his vision was a little blurry.

Only the harsh breathing of the two remained in the room. Harry clutched the Invisibility Cloak tightly, his body trembling slightly.Draco leaned against the bed, his chest heaving.He was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "What's the matter with you and the master?"

Harry looked up, catching a hint of confusion in Draco's eyes.

"...an agreement was reached temporarily," he said curtly.

"In other words, he's still going to kill you?—after the agreement is over?"

"of course."

Draco fiddled with his collar, he thought for a while, and said, "Come here, Potter."

"Ok?"

"Stop dawdling, or do you want to stay here?"

A thought came to his mind, giving him a glimmer of hope.Maybe he said yes, he changed his attitude... He walked slowly towards him and stood by the bed.Draco stepped back, looked at him, and said softly, "You know, Potter, I've always hated you guys... and this time you cost me an arm."

Harry opened his mouth to retort, but held back.

"If the Mudblood is caught and brought to my house, I will tell her that you are looking for her, so that she can go on the road with peace of mind..." He smiled forcedly, his two rows of teeth seemed to be fighting, "Goodbye, Potter."

Before he finished speaking, he pressed the help bell on the wall with his backhand, and the clear and crisp sound of ding dong rang in his ears like thunder.

Harry froze for a second, turned around and ran towards the door, pulling the Invisibility Cloak onto his body while running.However, as soon as he opened the door, he bumped into a person, as cold and hard as steel.He raised his head, that mask-like pale face was a nightmare that he couldn't escape for countless nights.Voldemort grabbed him by the collar, roughly peeled off his invisibility cloak, carried him inside, and slammed the door shut with one hand.There was a loud sound echoing in the hollow of the corridor, as if the sea broke up the ice and poured into the black hole, and there was no other breath except them.

Voldemort threw Harry to the bedside of Draco, who was already pale with fright, curled up in the quilt and shivering.

"Lord...Master..."

The man glanced at him, and he closed his mouth.

Harry leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, with cold sweat streaming down his back, staring at the man through gritted teeth.He did it on purpose, he must have known for a long time that he was going to come here secretly, but he didn't reveal it.

"Do you know what you did wrong?" Voldemort looked at him coldly.

Harry's Adam's apple twitched, and he said stiffly, "I'm not wrong."

"I don't want to teach you a lesson, Potter..."

"Oh, why not?" he yelled, and Draco cried out in a low voice, "Just do what you want and don't care what I think! Want to torture me or kill me, I know you Always thought so, no excuses, I know it. I know what's going to happen, I know I'm going to fail, but I'm going to do it anyway. You can punish me, in any number of ways you can think of - you can torture me , but I will still save my friends whenever I have a chance, you don’t have friends, of course you can’t understand!”

"Enough!" The man shouted sharply, and the sharp nails grabbed his throat.Harry coughed and was out of breath, but kept staring at him.He squeezed his hand hard, his eyes were dizzy, and his vision gradually became loose... If he died here... even if he died here, he would not be able to admit defeat...

Voldemort let go of his hand abruptly, and Harry fell backwards, falling to the ground with a sharp pain in his back.He coughed intermittently, coughing up all the tears, and there was only a blur of darkness in front of him.

Run away, yelled a voice, his neck still burning.Never mind that damn oath, run away, you are so stupid Harry, stupid enough to believe Voldemort, stupid enough to think this man can be saved, too stupid...

run away.

Voldemort stared at the boy sitting on the ground for a while, his expression changing.There was a shrug of his shoulders, and the cough sounded like a tearing of the silence.This is a strange feeling, he has been for a long time... No, it has never been, his panting makes him feel tormented, making his killing intent ready to move...

"You'll get what you want. But you know, you don't need anyone...and no one will come to save you." The boy spoke again, his voice low, perhaps because of the chokehold he had just had.

Annoyance flashed in Voldemort's eyes as he leaned over and picked him up, lifting his face.There was unconcealable hatred and disgust in Harry's eyes, which had never been so intense.Only he dared, he gave him too many other things...

He turned his head to look at Draco on the bed, who was trying to reduce his sense of existence, his eyes trembled when he saw him, and his whole body was stiff.

"What did you want to do just now?" He asked coldly.

"I—I—" Draco clutched the bed sheet tightly with one hand, his arm was shaking, and he couldn't speak clearly, "I'm sorry, master—"

"What are you sorry for, Lord Voldemort?" he asked forcefully, his crimson eyes terrified in the dark night.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, master! Don't punish me—" He didn't dare to move, almost crying, shaking his head in panic, "I'm loyal to you, it's Potter, it's him!"

"I don't need you to tell me how Potter is, Draco... tell me about yourself, what were you trying to do?"

Draco looked dazed, his whole face wrinkled together, as if he couldn't figure out what wrong he had done.Harry couldn't stand it anymore, pushed him away hard, and growled, "Why are you crazy? Isn't what he's doing what you want to do, Riddle?"

"Shut up, Potter!" He turned his head sharply and gave him a fierce gouging look, his expression contorted.Unafraid, Harry continued: "Am I wrong? His only fault was that he was unlucky enough to be caught by you, otherwise who do you think would want to spend Christmas in the hospital? Oh, I guess you don't know what it means Christmas, Riddle?"

"Harry Potter!" Voldemort finally couldn't take it anymore, he glanced at Draco, said "you can figure it out", dragged Harry out of the room angrily, and slammed the door hard.Draco looked at the back of them leaving in horror, and the man's threatening words echoed in his mind, and he couldn't help crying.