Peace and Friendship Hogwarts

"What's wrong with you? Harry."

Draco asked Blaise, Pansy and others to go into the Slytherin lounge first, then walked slowly to Harry.

Harry Potter looked very nervous, with slightly trembling hands hanging at his sides and pale-looking lips.

"I......"

Harry blinked his emerald eyes quickly and pursed his lips slightly, feeling his throat tighten.

Draco did not return to the Slytherin common room with Blaise Zabini.

Instead, she walked towards him.

However, in Hogwarts, where rumors spread because of him, would Draco be like the others... even for a moment, they thought that he was trying to become a warrior to participate in the Triwizard Tournament? And used dishonorable means?

Harry knew he shouldn't compare Draco to anyone else.

However, he was afraid.

Afraid that Draco would think he was deep-minded, sinister and mean, and...stay away from him.

Draco frowned calmly, Harry Potter had mastered Occlumency to such an extent.

He is obviously in a state of trance that allows him to read thoughts at will...

But through those gleaming emerald eyes, he couldn't clearly see Harry Potter's inner thoughts.

"Is it because you just participated in the selection of warriors for the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Draco, I, I didn't vote..." Harry seemed to be stung by the word Triwizard Tournament. He opened his mouth quickly, dropped his hands beside him, and looked towards the person standing Draco stretched out across from him.

"I know." Draco's voice was slow and sure as he looked into Harry's emerald eyes.

Harry's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air.

--I know.

Draco knew.

My hands didn't touch the person I wanted to touch, but my heart found an extraordinary peace of mind.

"You didn't put your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry."

A white hand gently grasped Harry's left wrist that was paused in mid-air.

Harry felt the contact between his left wrist and Draco's skin, and the nervousness floating in his eyes turned into a faint concern.

Draco's body temperature was a little low.

Before Harry could be happy that Draco believed him, he pursed his lips and looked carefully at the green Slytherin house robe Draco was wearing.

Under the Slytherin robe, apart from the silver and green tie, there seemed to be only a thin black shirt.

"Draco, aren't you cold?"

Draco was a little confused. He blinked slowly. Shouldn't Harry Potter be happy for his trust now?

In this rising deep sea of ​​unbelief, he gave Harry Potter what he wanted at this moment, a driftwood to support.

"I'm not cold."

Draco's voice was slightly cold, and Harry Potter didn't show any of the emotions he expected.

Harry felt the hand that was lightly holding his left wrist about to pull away. He moved faster than his mind. Almost in an instant, he held Draco's hand with his backhand, which had just left the skin of his wrist. hand.

"Draco, I'm very happy and touched," Harry noticed Draco's slight frown, and a pair of bright green eyes met the pair of calm gray-blue eyes.

Harry assured that when Draco walked towards him just now, there was concern for him in his eyes.

"When others thought that I had adopted illegal means to become a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament for the sake of glory and fame..."

"You gave me unconditional trust."

It's like family.

Draco glanced at his left hand, which was held by Harry Potter's hands, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

So, Harry Potter... felt he was cold and was warming his hands?

"But compared to those rumors and the reputation of the so-called Triwizard Tournament warriors," Harry unconsciously gently rubbed Draco's left hand with both hands, as if trying to remove his body temperature. Covered with Draco's body heat and soaked into Draco's insides.

"You are more important to me, Draco."

"I'm just a little worried," Harry couldn't help but lower his head and breathed at the white tenderness in his hands, "You know, because of me, you suffered pain that you shouldn't have to bear... ....”

The tips of Draco's ears felt a little hot, and he couldn't quite hear what Harry Potter was saying to his left hand as he opened and closed his lips.

His left hand forcefully pulled away from the warm palm for a moment.

Draco's eyelashes fluttered faster and his eyes blinked faster than usual.

"You, prepare well for the Triwizard Tournament. Being a warrior is not that easy."

Draco quickly turned around and walked towards the Slytherin lounge, but after three steps, he turned around and looked at Harry Potter who was standing there as if he was suddenly in a daze. He opened his lips lightly and added: What Harry Potter wanted to be called.

"Harry."

The stone door to the Slytherin common room was quickly opened and closed.

Harry looked at the closed stone door of the Slytherin lounge. After standing there for a moment, he suddenly reached out and covered his mouth to prevent himself from being too excited and shouting in front of the door of the Slytherin lounge. Make a sound.

Ah, Draco is shy?

The delicate face that was too fair was stained with a faint pink.

The calm gray-blue sponge seemed to suddenly turn into turbulent waves.

Maybe, what Ron said, tell him directly if you like him, this method is really useful.

He didn't have to tell others about his love for Draco in various ways.

He just needs to tell the person he likes what he likes.