[HP DEHA] utility room

The Hogwarts auditorium at lunch time was very lively, and every college table was full of students looking forward to the delicious food.

"Hey, Harry! What were you doing last night? I didn't find you when I came back full of words and fun things?"

Ron finally caught Harry who had been missing all night here, and slapped him on the shoulder.Harry groaned, his expression grim in pain.

"I didn't play hard, Hermione?"

Ron turned to look at Hermione next to him, and asked her to confirm that he had done nothing wrong just now.Hermione gave him a blank look, and turned her attention to Harry.

"We asked the fat lady, she said she hasn't seen you since morning yesterday, where have you been?"

"I……"

It can't be said that being Malfoy yesterday...was too embarrassing.

Harry stuttered, his eyes rolling, trying to cover it up with a good reason.

"...Yes, I wanted to study potions, so I went to the library to read. That's right, that's it." After speaking, Harry seemed to be moved by his reason, and he nodded slightly.

"Harry, the library will be closed at night, how did you escape Filch's eyes?" Hermione showed an expression of disbelief.

"...I, I have an invisibility cloak. I wore it to read a book last night, and fell asleep while looking at it."

Everyone was relieved to hear this.

When the food came, the people at the table began to eat and talk about interesting things and topics that happened in Hogsmeade village.

Then someone tapped Harry on the shoulder again—George and Fred, who had evidently been standing behind him for a long time.

"That's a poorly made-up excuse, Harry," whispered George.

"But we think it's cool for men to have some privacy," Fred continued.

The twins shrugged and walked past Harry, smiling.Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and stretched out his hand to rub the wound that was sore from Ron's palm just now.Someone bit here last night, it hurts.

Suddenly, as if aware of something, Harry glanced at the Slytherin table behind him.

Draco was looking at him too, and their eyes met.The Slytherin table seemed to be talking about something ridiculous, and everyone around Draco burst into laughter.This time he didn't make jokes with his followers as usual, but avoided Harry's eyes unnaturally, even gave up the full plate of food, said a few words to the people around him, and left the table in a hurry.

Harry looked at him, anger welling up in his brain.The humiliation of last night was still fresh in his memory - the wine and chocolate, the scars on his palms, shoulders and even his body.

"Hey! Harry, are you okay?" Hermione's hand dangled in front of Harry's eyes, pulling Harry back to reality.

"You look terrible Harry, I think you need to rest!" said Ron concerned.

"That's not the point Ron. Harry, did something happen to Malfoy with you last night, why did he react like that when he saw you just now?" Hermione asked as she put down her food.

"Ha, Hermione, Malfoy is always that ugly." Ron said with a smile.

"Ron, think about what he did when he saw us?" Hermione said seriously.

"Well, he'll call you...that...laugh at our family, and make fun of Harry." Ron frowned and thought, showing a rare serious expression. Depressed. Harry, why is your face so red all of a sudden?"

Harry was taken aback by this, and it was only after Ron said that that he felt as if his face was getting hot again.

The medicinal effect of the added chocolate and that kind of wine will not last so long.

"I'm tired, really. Probably really need a break!"

Harry stood up unnaturally, shook his head, explained to his friends, then hurriedly left his seat and walked out of the auditorium.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other for a second.

"Did you say the two of them had a fight last night?" Ron said to Hermione while nibbling on the chicken leg in his hand.

Hermione's eyebrows were twisted into hemp ropes, looking very worried.

"The way I see it, it would be fine if it was just a fight."

After that, she shook her head, lowered her head and continued to drink her soup.Even with a big question mark written on Ron's face, she didn't intend to continue.

……

……

For a few days after that, something seemed to be missing from Harry's life.

No one stopped him and taunted him on the road he had to pass, and even that guy seemed to have calculated the travel time to deliberately stagger with him.This kind of life is very quiet, as if the air is suddenly clear, which should be a refreshing thing.

Yes, no one picked on him, no one added to his problems, no one embarrassed him.

In the past two years, sometimes Harry even hoped that Draco, the evil spirit, would disappear quickly, but now he really wanted to go to Draco, wanted to scold him, wanted to fight him, wanted to beat him up. He was bruised and swollen.He fought back these urges these days, pretending to be the same as usual, trying not to think about Draco.But at night in the dormitory, after turning off the lights and putting on the quilt, he sometimes returned to that night—bound, forcibly fed, and forced to accept such recklessness.Draco's drunken madness, soft lips, pale eyes, long eyelashes, and bright smile filled his mind.

—and his good-looking body and enthusiasm.

Thinking of this, he always unknowingly began to pant heavily, and his body became hot.The unspeakable reaction made him cover his face in embarrassment, and curled up into a ball under the quilt.

——It’s so annoying, I don’t want it.

He finally couldn't help it anymore, buried his head in the pillow and whimpered silently, leaving two big splashes on the clean pillowcase.

That afternoon, Harry finally met Draco face to face.

It was in the hallway of the academy building, Draco was still dressed handsomely, surrounded by two servants as always, they were talking loudly about what good things Lucius had done in the Ministry of Magic again, and he wanted to be promoted.And Harry was alone at the time, going to the library to do some research for his holiday paper.

They bumped into each other around the corner of the castle.Only half a step away, this was the first time in so many days that Harry and Draco stood so close.

The air condensed.

Neither of them knew how to speak first.Although Draco's tone was very high-spirited before, but when he got close, Harry saw that his complexion was not very good-although the hairstyle and clothes were still stylish, the black and blue in front of him revealed that he was not too bad Sleep well information.

Draco's expression was also very surprised. He opened his mouth halfway, but kept a secret for a long time and didn't say a word.

It was Goyle who spoke first.

"Hey, isn't this Scarhead Potter? How dare you go out alone, without your little mudblood girlfriend and poor Weasley to accompany you, aren't you afraid of being scared by the dementors outside to pee your pants?"

"Haha, yeah, aren't you afraid of peeing your pants?" Crabbe put on his hat and made a face at Harry.

"Have the guts to say it again?" Harry quickly drew out his wand and pointed it at the two doglegs, as if he was about to cast a jinx.

Draco didn't flee with his two followers like before, he just said lightly: "Let's go."

It was as if Harry wasn't standing there threatening them.

Goyle and Crabbe carefully looked at Draco's expression, echoed a few times and followed.

Draco's eyelids drooped, his brow still frowning, but he didn't look at Harry again.

So the three of them passed Harry just like that.

"Malfoy! Do you just want to leave like this?" Harry was so angry that flames spewed out with a flick of his wand, and the hem of the school robe behind Draco instantly ignited.

Draco turned his head when he realized that his clothes were on fire. He didn't yell anymore or ask the two followers to help, but quickly untied the burqa that was on fire and threw it on the ground.

"How dare you, Potter? What the hell are you trying to do?"

Draco was visibly annoyed too, drawing his wand and pointing it at Harry.These days, he's also trying to suppress a certain emotion that makes him want to punch Harry twice.

The two dragged each other into an empty corridor in the castle.Harry couldn't take it anymore, grabbed Draco's arm and threw him against the wall.Not to be outdone, Draco fought back, pinning Harry against the wall and punching him in the face.Harry kicked Draco's shin, and Draco fell backwards in pain.Draco didn't forget to grab Harry by the collar before falling, and the two fell to the ground tearing together.

They wrestled on the ground.

"You bastard, how dare you feed me something like that!"

"Potter, you deserve it for stealing without asking! Besides, if I had known it was warm wine and love chocolate, how could I have fed it to you? What a shame!"

The two fought entangledly, and for a while, Harry had the upper hand, and for a while, Draco had the upper hand, growling and venting their anger while fighting.

"Do you know how much that potion hurt me! Malfoy, you bastard!" Harry held Draco down and punched him.

"I! How! What! Know! Know!!!" Draco roared angrily.

His strength suddenly increased, and he grabbed Harry's arm, pinned him to the ground with his strength, and rode him tightly so that he could not move.Draco's piercing gaze went down to Harry below him, and he pulled up his sleeves to show Harry the new bruises from the cane whips on his fair arms.

"How did I know this would happen! Besides, my father wouldn't have punished me for the marks you left, if you hadn't come to my house to try your best! Potter! You deserve it!"

He looked at Harry as if looking at something that displeased him, his eyes were cold.

Harry's mind was already in chaos, and he couldn't connect what Draco said with what happened to him for the time being, so he just watched Draco lying quietly for a while.Draco also gradually calmed down, and the heaving chests of the two finally calmed down.

"I'm ashamed of this too, Potter..."

Draco put his hands on the ground, his shoulders shaking.He whispered regret, and the salty, warm liquid dripped onto Harry's face.The light was too dim, Harry couldn't see Draco's expression, all he could catch was a tiny sob.

That night, looking at the moonlight in front of the bed, Harry's heart was even more confused.

Not because of what Draco still feels now, but because of what Draco said.

Yes, that's right, he was the one who broke into Malfoy Manor first.If it were me, I might catch the other party first, and then do everything possible to force the other party to reveal their purpose.And Draco didn't torture him, didn't hand him over to his parents, and didn't pull him out to mock him in public.He really didn't seem to intend to put Harry in danger, including giving him food the next day and letting him go, trying to be as friendly as possible.

Maybe that night, Draco didn't mean it that way, just drank that wine...

—It's hot, isn't it, Harry.

The image of Draco crouching on his chest and watching him came to mind again.

Harry shook his head trying to dispel the image.He thought again of the gold-rimmed shard of the Mirror of Erised in his pocket.

— Potter, you came here to steal this, please, I'll give it to you.

Thinking of this, Harry felt that his previous impression of Draco seemed to be mostly wrong.He was even a little moved or grateful to him now.These emotions squeezed together and turned into a soft whisper:

"...Malfoy..."