[HP DEHA] utility room

Harry walked down a narrow, dark passage.The walls on both sides of the dark passage were made of cold stone bricks. At this time, he was using his magic wand to illuminate the stone steps in front of him, slowly exploring the road in front of him.

This staircase is very long, and Harry has been walking for 5 minutes, but he has not yet reached the end.It gets colder the further you go down.Finally, Harry's feet touched a flat ground, and he cautiously stepped forward, and then there was a flat stone road, the ceiling was no longer low, and there were a few inconspicuous brick-sized skylights on the high places, through which the moonlight streamed in. poured down from above.

"It's far enough." Harry leaned against the stone wall and sighed.

He unfolded the secret map that Draco had given him, and then the Marauder's map that the Weasley twins had given him.

—he was still some distance away from the Slytherin common room.

"Hey! Potter!" a familiar voice stopped him lazily. "It's late enough."

With a flick of the man's wand, the two torches on the wall ignited, illuminating the entire narrow road.

"Draco, the Slytherin common room is so low." Harry complained, he felt as if he had descended as many as ten floors just now.

"Yes, silly Potter, noble Slytherins live at the bottom of the Black Lake." Draco came from the other side of the road, his smile reflected in the firelight, "You think the last time I went to Gryffindor How long did it take Ta to find you to climb the stairs?"

Harry curled his lips pretendingly, but the joy in his heart was written in his eyes.

"Potter, why did you ignore me when you met me on the road today?" Draco expressed dissatisfaction, deliberately slowing down and walking to Harry's side step by step.

"Your henchmen - Goyle and Crabbe are with you," Harry explained. "You said they would snitch..."

Draco stood in front of Harry with his arms folded, the corners of his mouth drooping, obviously very dissatisfied with Harry's explanation.

"But," Draco put his arm on the stone wall behind Harry's ear, and walked forward slowly, forcing Harry to lean against the wall, "my father also said to be friendly with you on the surface Relationship."

Draco's body was very close to Harry's, his forehead pressed against Harry's, his pale eyes narrowed into slits.

Both of them could feel the other's gushing breath and smell the faint fragrance of each other's body.

Although there are two torches in the secret passage, they are far away from them.Harry felt that the light was extremely dim, and his eyesight was very poor in this environment, and he only felt that Draco was threatening at this time, and he had nowhere to hide like a prey caught by a predator .

The two people in the quiet air could hear each other's heartbeat. Harry felt his ears burning again, and his heart was pounding.

"It's not appropriate to do anything, so tell me what should I do?" Harry said aggressively, but his eyes moved to the stone pattern on the ground due to nervousness.

Draco blew hot air into Harry's ear teasingly, and Harry shivered unsuspectingly.As the two of them were close together, Harry's trembling was immediately transmitted to Draco, and Draco could clearly see his nervousness.

Satisfied with Harry's reaction, Draco stared at him with a smug chuckle.Feeling mocked, Harry slipped unhappily from under Draco's arms and sat back down on the stone steps.

"I have something to tell you." Harry said discouragedly. He felt extremely hot, and he closed the parchment in his hand and fanned it, trying to calm his heartbeat.

Draco was even more smug, nodding as he sat down beside Harry.

Harry unfolded the Marauder's Map in his hand and pointed to the Gryffindor common room.Originally Harry's dormitory had five beds for five people, but there was always a strange name on Ron's bed that had never lived here.

—Peter Pettigrew.

"Where have I seen this name?" Draco raised his head and thought for a while, resting his chin.

"The last time I went to the North Tower to look for you, this name is also by Ron's side, and it is also today." Harry thought, "According to the legend, he should have been killed by Sirius more than ten years ago. Obviously this person Not alive, not in ghost form, why are you still staying in Gryffindor Tower? It's so strange."

Draco frowned for a moment.

"Potter, this map has never been wrong before, has it?"

"Never since I got it."

"Potter, he and your parents used to be friends. It is said that he was killed protecting your parents. If he survived by chance, he must be eager to talk to you now."

"But he hasn't shown up until now."

"Maybe Sirius didn't dare to appear in the Gryffindor lounge last time he was free to go in and out, or he was cursed to make him invisible."

Draco pressed Harry's arm and said earnestly: "Potter, there have been situations where you have been invisible all the time. I don't think things are so simple. You should observe the name first, and don't say anything or do anything. , Don’t believe what others say.”

"Potter, write down anything that goes wrong recently and tell me."

"Okay." Harry pressed Draco's hand and nodded in agreement.

Under the light of the fire, the shadows of the two people dragged on the stone steps for a long, long time, and finally intertwined and joined together.

……

……

Sir Cadogan's portrait had hung on the door of the Gryffindor common room for a few weeks after the Fat Lady's portrait had been removed.

"He's got a really bad temper," Ron murmured as he passed the stone door.

"You can't keep your voice down, he'll hear it." Hermione crossed her arms and accused.

"So what, he really should change." Ron muttered, "I'm starting to miss the Fat Lady, even though she doesn't sing very well."

Harry also felt that the Fat Lady was much more amiable than the aggressive Sir Cadogan.

"When the Fat Lady's canvas is repaired, can she come back from other paintings? I kind of miss her too."

Both Peeves and the Fat Lady insist that it was Sirius Black who slid and scratched the Fat Lady's portrait, but this has yet to be confirmed.Harry sometimes wished he could meet Sirius who came looking for him at school, and then personally capture the traitor who betrayed his parents and put him back in Azkaban.

But since Sirius was free to come and go from the school, there were many opportunities to catch Harry who was acting alone, but he didn't attack him.

Probably still afraid of attracting dementors retreating in the Forbidden Forest by showing up abruptly, Harry thought.

The three sat down at a table in front of the fireplace.

"My dear Scabber, let's have dinner." Ron took out his pet mouse, Scabber, from his pocket, and stuffed it with the block of cheese brought back from the auditorium. Scabber sniffed and hugged the food, happily chewing on it.Ron watched Scabbers eat his dinner with satisfaction, as he always liked to do.

At this time, Crookshanks, who was standing on the stone stairs in the girls' dormitory waiting for Hermione to come back, also ran towards them, meowing and rubbing against the feet of the three of them, acting like a spoiled child.

Banban, who was eating, heard Crookshanks' movement, raised his head and looked around in a panic.The next second, Crookshanks suddenly jumped up and threw himself at Banban on the table. Banban jumped off the table with a "squeak" in shock, and ran straight to the boys' dormitory.Crookshanks arched his back and tried to pounce, but Ron quickly grabbed his tail.

"Hermione! How many times have I told you, can you take care of your cat! It almost ate Scabbers again!" Ron stood up angrily and yelled at Hermione.

"Let go of it, you're hurting it!" protested Hermione, "and Crookshanks isn't dangerous, he won't eat your rat!"

Hermione took Crookshanks away from Ron distressedly, and ran her hands into his ginger fur to comfort him.

"Not dangerous? If your stinky cat caught Scabbers just now, it would have been eaten by it. Hermione, you really don't care about other people's pets!" Ron's shout echoed in the common room, causing Others looked at them one after another.

"Ron, you're going too far." Hermione picked up Crookshanks and ran to the girls' dormitory with red eyes.

Ron shrugged at Harry, "She should change her self-righteousness."

He turned and went up the stairs to the boys' dormitory.

Harry wanted to see what Scabbers was doing with Ron, and he casually glanced at the Marauder's Map tucked into his book.

—Peter Pettigrew.

Before Ron's footprints entered the dormitory, the name had been circulating in the boys' dormitory at an extremely fast speed.

Draco was waiting for Harry in the library early after dinner.

Harry had never imagined what it would be like for two people to meet in the library and for Draco to carefully read the materials. He used to think that Draco never made progress, and his good grades were due to the help of close friends or professors, and he would never come here. A place to read carefully.

He found Draco in a corner of the library.There were many open books and half-written parchment piled in front of him, and he was obviously a little impatient with waiting, and the five fingers of his right hand knocked rhythmically on the table in turn, making a "click" sound.

"Draco, here I come." Harry slid down to sit next to Draco.

"Scarhead, is being late your specialty?" Draco said jokingly, looking at the people around him.

"Wow, you have been looking up so many books for a long time!" Harry exclaimed.

It was already tiring to stare at a book, and his admiration for Draco came from the bottom of his heart.

"Have you always been so serious about your homework before?"

"correct."

Draco rested his chin in his hand, showing a smug expression.

"Silly Potter, I heard my father mention that name on your map before, and then I checked the list of school graduates. Guess what Potter, this person is the same as your parents, Sirius, and Professor Snape Grade student."

Harry nodded, "Peter Pettigrew, Sirius and my parents were students in the same grade. Everyone knows that they became friends later."

"But I found another name in the list of classmates." Draco picked up the oldest book in front of him, pointing to one of the densely packed names in the yellowed pages.

— Remus John Lupine

"Professor Lupine!" Harry said in surprise.

"Yes, he is also a Gryffindor student at the same level." Draco flipped through another handwritten record book and showed it to Harry, "Your father, Peter Pettigrew, Sirius and Professor Lupine, four people read Get up and often get into trouble with the school together."

Harry was a little surprised, "That means the four of them may have had a good relationship before."

Draco nodded, "I think besides Dumbledore, this Professor Lupine may know why Peter Pettigrew hid in your dormitory and refused to show up."

"You're right, I'll ask tomorrow."

"You go alone, be careful and keep quiet." Draco lowered his voice.

After all, a piece of organized information was stuffed into Harry's hand.

"I made an agreement with Goyle and the others to go out for a walk tonight, and I won't accompany you, silly Potter." Draco's face was full of excitement.

"It's definitely not good for you to go out now." A trace of displeasure flashed in Harry's eyes.

"is it?"

This emotion was seen by Draco and misunderstood by him as another emotion.

Then Draco's pale eyes flashed an evil light, and his face suddenly approached Harry's profile, and the distance between the two was less than a knuckle.

"You want me to stay?" Draco asked softly in Harry's ear.

Warm breath hit Harry's earlobe and neck, and a slight electric current passed through his back, and he shivered unpreparedly.

"No, no—" Harry looked sideways at Draco, met his rare soft and warm eyes, his head went blank for a moment, and he stuttered.

Draco's mouth curved slightly.

Suddenly, something extremely warm gently licked Harry's earlobe, and his collar was torn away forcefully. Draco's tongue slowly licked along the road from the earlobe to his neck, and then to his shoulder blades, Then wandered here and there a few times back and forth.

There were spots of numbness on the shoulders, and then the man's jaw became more and more forceful, and finally he bit him hard.

"Hmm..." Harry didn't hold back, his neck leaned back slightly, and a soft hum came out of his throat.

He was taken aback by his own reaction.First glanced around nervously, then tugged at his collar, and tried to push Draco away.

"Malfoy!" Harry protested softly.

Draco let go of Harry, satisfied to see him blushing and panting slightly.

"See you tomorrow, don't miss me too much." Draco smirked and patted Harry on the shoulder, passing behind him.

Harry got a little annoyed and punched Draco on the arm.But this punch not only failed to retaliate, but also aggravated the opponent's arrogance.

"Haha, silly Potter, you can put the books on the table back by yourself."

"……Hey?!"

The man ignored Harry's protests, ruffled his hair again, and disappeared behind the heavy bookcases.