[HP DEHA] utility room

Draco remembered catching Harry in the utility room on Christmas Eve.

At that time, he tied Harry in the dark old room and did not allow Harry to make a sound.After finding the fragment of the Mirror of Erised next to Harry, it is determined that Harry must have come to steal it.

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

—No, I don't.

That's when Draco held his wand to Harry's throat, curiously picking up the fragment and examining it.

In the mirror, his family surrounded him warmly. He has won many honors, including the highest honorary award from the school, and won everyone's praise and envy.But he also sees his nemesis - Harry Potter, the savior, standing beside him, hugging him, intimacy.

Draco laughed immediately.No matter how he looked at it, he and Harry were not on the same side, and he felt that this mirror must be a fool, and the desire to see was not as accurate as his father said.

Later, when he took it out to share with Goyle, Crabbe, and Pansy, seeing their expressions in the mirror were full of yearning, pride, or excitement, Draco began to doubt himself for the first time.Ever since Harry refused to stand with him, he'd picked on him almost every chance he got.At first it was because Harry had made him lose face and he wanted to fight back, and then it gradually became that Draco felt uncomfortable if he didn't see Harry for a while, didn't hurt him or give him trouble.

--Why is this so?

Draco had been thinking about it when Pansy persuaded him to drink.And then they had an accident on Christmas Eve, Draco felt complicated whenever he saw Harry during those days, all thoughts about him were forcibly kicked out, and the doubts disappeared.

—I said then that I didn't understand you, Malfoy, but I'll try to understand you later.

Harry's warm smile flashed in front of Draco's eyes again.

—Why is this happening, Potter, probably because you are so annoying.

Draco narrowed his eyes and smiled warmly.

In the evening, Harry took two mouthfuls of supper and hurried over to visit Draco.

"This morning's Potions class taught Shrinking Solution, here are the notes." Harry solemnly handed his textbook to Draco.He didn't take notes very often, and this was the most serious one he made to make an exception for Draco who was absent from class.

"Well, good." Draco nodded and took it, putting it beside him.

"Our course selection is different in the afternoon, so I don't have notes to show you. I think Gore and Crabbe may know what was said." Harry said shamefully.

Draco smiled smugly, "No, it's okay Potter." He snapped his fingers, took out a roll of parchment from the pile of books in front of the hospital bed, and waved it in front of Harry's eyes, "I have it."

"Hey, I almost forgot that you're Malfoy. I don't think I need my notes for the Potions class..." Harry was annoyed, thinking that it was unnecessary.

"No, I've decided to take your share." Draco drawled lazily. He hid Harry's note under the pillow of the hospital bed and didn't intend to let Harry take it.

Harry reluctantly withdrew his hand to reach for the notes, and secretly scolded the other party for being childish.

"Potter, I've been thinking about a lot these two days." Draco said seriously, "It's not the past two days, I've been thinking about it since the last time the dementors attacked you."

"What's the matter?" Harry asked curiously, pulling his stool closer, as close as possible to Draco who was sitting on the bed.

"Since Sirius escaped from prison, dementors have attacked you twice. It's no coincidence, Scarhead." Draco leaned over and whispered mysteriously, "Like your Scar, you and Professor Quirrell One-on-one, falling into the secret room, it's not accidental."

Those words brought back so many bad memories in Harry that he shivered involuntarily.

"What are you trying to say?" Harry asked suspiciously.

Draco unhurriedly took a green apple from the table and gnawed off a piece.

"Potter, since you came to Hogwarts, many people have tried to kill you every year." Draco said unhurriedly, "You said that Sirius wanted to sneak into the school this year to hunt you down, right? Even without him, you wouldn't be able to graduate smoothly in the next few years, would you?"

Draco narrowed his pale eyes as he watched Harry's expression.

"That's true." Harry's doubts turned into surprise, and he felt that the style of these words did not match the usual Draco.

"You will continue to face powerful enemies. If I were you, I would find a way to strike first." Draco said seriously.

Harry thought Draco was right, but wasn't sure what he wanted to say.

"That--"

"Potter, come up, I'll show you something." Draco made room for Harry, patted the bed and motioned for Harry to sit with him.

Then Draco picked up another thick and large parchment from the bedside, "I found something, you must need it."

Harry unfolded the creases of the parchment, which was about the size of a poster, with a dense collage of scrapped newspaper material and several small sheets of handwritten parchment attached to the back.

"Wow..." Harry couldn't help but make a sound of admiration.

But the collage of clippings made him immediately think of another thing.

"...Malfoy, did you send me two letters?"

There was an extra letter lying under the Gryffindor door the night after Draco's big talk with Pansy.

--I miss you.

And the greeting Harry received in the hospital after his encounter with the dementor.

--get well soon.

Draco's face flushed slightly, he took another bite of the apple, turned his head and refused to admit it.But his behavior has already answered yes for him.

Hearing Harry snicker, Draco turned around and gave him a shudder, threatening, "Don't say it."

Harry laughed even harder.

"Hahaha Malfoy, I never thought you would care about others!"

"……enough!"

Draco didn't feel so devastated in a long time.His face was burning, and he had to pretend to be calm and solemnly remind the people around him to read the materials in front of him.

"Potter, I found a lot of reports about Sirius." Draco pointed to his carefully typeset parchment and said, "I also collected some things about you back then, as well as reports about the mysterious man and the previous eclipse. The list of the Dead Apostles. It's not complete, but it's better than not knowing it at all."

Watching Draco explaining the information, Harry instantly felt that Draco was extremely handsome.

"There are so many things, I have been looking for them for a long time." Harry said gratefully.

"Nothing, it's easy." Draco waved his hand.

Harry suddenly thought of a sharp question: Lucius had slipped Voldemort's diary into Ginny, causing him to go to the Chamber of Secrets and almost kill him.However, Draco was defending him, and even provided him with help in a disguised form.

"Malfoy, does your father know you're helping me?"

"He doesn't know." Draco shook his head and looked at Harry seriously. "I used to think my father was right, but I still don't like being forced."

Harry nodded, and he also understood that being oppressed for too long would cause problems.

"At least... in your matter, it doesn't matter if I defy him a few times secretly." Draco said softly.

"Thank you, Malfoy," Harry whispered sweetly.

"..."

Usually he was rarely thanked, Draco looked very awkward, he turned his head away from Harry's sincere eyes.

It was raining heavily outside, and the raindrops washed the windows.The two teenagers huddled in a corner of the hospital bed, listening to the rain for a while, bored.

"... So, what are you thinking?" Draco's voice broke the silence.

"what?"

"Do you want to stand by my side?"

Harry chuckled, thinking of the hand Draco had held out to him when they first met.

"Malfoy, don't tell me you're still holding grudges." Harry smiled and patted Draco on the shoulder.But Draco looked serious, as if he desperately needed an answer.

"Well, if you insist."

So Harry extended the hand of friendship to him just like Draco did at first.

Draco finally showed the usual smug look, and he reached out to Harry - slapping Harry's hand away with a snap.

"What's wrong with Malfoy?" Harry looked up puzzled.

"What did you call me?"

"...Draco!"

Draco raised his eyebrows, and a smirk formed on the corner of his mouth.

He stretched out his hand to Harry as before, and this time Harry held it firmly without hesitation.

The next second Draco squeezed Harry's hand tightly and gnawed off a large piece of green apple.

Harry only felt that his right hand was being clamped, and the back of his head was being held down with brute force.Draco leaned forward suddenly, and Harry's jaw was pressed against a sudden sweet and sour object.Draco restrained Harry roughly, bit one end of the green apple, and put the other end into Harry's mouth.

Harry's face was red, his ears were red, his heart was beating fast, and for a moment he had no choice but to struggle slightly and silently protest.

Draco was admiring Harry's expression with a smirk, and it lasted two or three minutes before he let go.

……

……

"What? You said Malfoy is willing to help you fight Sirius?" Ron said disbelief all over his face, "You have to know that their family—"

"Shh... Ron, do you want the whole world to hear?" Hermione made a silent gesture.

Harry glanced back, but fortunately no one noticed their conversation.

At this time, the three of Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting around the table in the corner of the library, with all kinds of homework and books, large and small, piled up in front of them.Harry pulled out the roll of collages to show his friends that he wasn't lying.

"...Harry, you have to know that the Malfoy family, like the Black family, worked for You-Know-Who and took pride in black magic more than ten years ago. Don't you remember what happened last year? Lucius Malfoy can't wait for you to immediately Die." Ron said firmly.

"I know, I haven't forgotten that." Harry nodded, "I was also surprised that Draco suddenly told me this."

"Harry, Lucius is Draco Malfoy's father after all." Hermione said seriously, "From his standpoint, it really takes courage to choose to help you, do you understand? The worry is that Lucius will use his son against you one day to gain your trust."

Thinking of Draco's serious appearance, Harry was very relieved. Harry bit his thumb and thought for a moment, then looked up and said, "No."

"I didn't come back on Christmas Eve, actually because... I thought Malfoy was going to do something bad, so I followed him to the Malfoy family's holiday estate. That day I accidentally fell into a room with a confinement spell in his house, and he saw me After all... he didn't hand me over to his father, and he hid me until the morning before letting me come back."

Hermione and Ron looked at each other in surprise.

"Sure enough, it's no wonder the two of you have been acting weird since you came back that day!" Ron exclaimed, "You just told us today!"

Hermione shook her head, "Ron, he must have had a reason for not saying it."

"Okay, Harry," Hermione said seriously, "but you must tell Ron and me if anything happens."

Harry nodded absently again.

Hedwig threw a collage letter over Harry's head at dinner.

— See you at the North Tower Observatory.

Harry almost spewed out the pumpkin juice he had just drank.He glanced up at the Slytherin table, where Draco was sitting directly across from him, staring at him and smiling faintly.

——What are you doing there?

Harry narrowed his eyes and asked Draco with his eyes.

--you guess.

Draco patted Goyle and Crabbe beside him, said goodbye to the group of people around him, got up and left the table.

"..." Harry twitched his lips while digging into the porridge.

Draco had been holding onto the railing for a long time when Harry arrived at the observatory.

The starry sky was beautiful tonight, and Draco was fascinated by it, completely oblivious to the people behind him.

"Malfoy, Madam Pomfrey allowed you to leave the hospital, but she didn't allow you to climb so high right after you came out."

Harry stepped forward to stand side by side with Draco, and together they admired the beautiful Hogwarts under the night sky.

"Potter, I'm in very good shape now, more than enough to climb this." Draco tilted his head and smiled at Harry, and curled his arms to pretend that he was strong.

Harry thought he looked like a goblin with that smile, but his behavior after that was childish.

"What can't be said in the auditorium and corridors, and you have to ask me to come to the observatory?" Harry asked amusedly.

Draco didn't know what to say for a moment, looking at Harry like he was an idiot.

"Well, there are some things that can't be said out loud in school. You know, Goyle and Crabbe might snitch, and then my father will know. Then I'll have to read more books and shut more hours. Close it, it's very troublesome."

Draco was talking nonsense seriously, but Harry frowned as if he believed it—he remembered that Goyle and Crabbe's father were indeed on the list of Death Eaters.

"Well, you're right." Harry nodded, "Try not to let them see it in the future."

Draco grinned happily, and he couldn't help reaching out his hand over Harry's head.But half-stretched and stopped embarrassingly.Then the hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded page.

"This is the secret passage between Gryffindor and the Slytherin common room. I took this path to find you last time." Draco said seriously, "I'll give you this one, I'll use it later .”

The pages of the old book were yellowed, and Harry opened the creases, revealing a map of a certain floor of Hogwarts Castle.

"The Slytherin tower is here, the Gryffindor tower is here, the secret passage is hidden in the stone statue behind the two lounges, you have to knock these stupid guys out of the way." Draco's finger clicked on the map point.

Harry nodded his thanks, but he couldn't think of anything that would make him try to get past this place.

Draco stared at him blankly until Harry noticed, then glanced out pretending not to care.

The evening wind is blowing, mixed with the smell of revival of all things.The two looked at the night sky side by side, and Harry felt that this moment was very peaceful and beautiful.

"By the way, Draco." Harry suddenly remembered something, and he almost forgot about this important thing. If he didn't do it today, he would probably have to wait until next month to make up for this regret.

Under Draco's expectant gaze, Harry fumbled out a small bulging cardboard box from his pocket.It doesn't look nicely packaged, and there's still something moving inside the box.

—is a chocolate frog.

Harry blushed, as if he was handing something important.

"That's it?" Draco took it and shook it to hear the sound inside.

"……Correct."

"Do you have to give it to me today?" Draco asked suspiciously.

"……Correct."

"Why did you suddenly think of giving me this?"

"Well... I bought it on the train last time, and I didn't finish it..."

This time Harry averted his gaze.

Seeing Harry's embarrassment, although he didn't guess the intention, Draco was still very happy: "Well, since it was sent by Potter, I will accept it."

Draco narrowed his eyes and stared at Harry, hesitant to speak for a long time.Finally, he put one hand on Harry's shoulder, and with the other he reached for Harry's hair, running his fingers through the shaggy locks, quickly ruffling them.While kneading, she kept laughing like a prank.

"Hello! Malfoy?" protested Harry, who was dazed after being rubbed.

Draco didn't stop, his face was full of excitement, his eyes were bright, "Don't talk, let me touch it for a while, I've wanted to do this for a long time."

"...So you asked me out?"

"you guessed right."

"oops!"

So this appointment didn't take long.

Harry got up early the next day, brushed and washed his hair several times, but a few strands still blew up like weeds.

The first class in the morning was Potions class, and Harry didn't want to be embarrassed in Professor Snape's class, so whenever he had time, he pretended to be listening to the class with his head tilted and stroked his hair by the way.

When Snape turned around, a large ball of paper smacked onto Harry's textbook.Harry turned to look at Draco who was throwing paper balls, and Draco looked at the textbook as if nothing happened, until Harry turned back to open the paper balls and he sneaked back.

Harry opened the first layer of paper, which had writing on it.

The small paper ball inside gradually bloomed into a beautiful rose.

There are two lines of words on the outer layer of paper:

The first line neatly reads:

——Scarhead, happy holidays!This flower is my return gift.

The second line scrawled incoherently:

But what kind of mess is St. Valentine, hahaha silly Potter, so you still have this kind of Muggle festival!