Forget

Draco's sudden loss of control left Harry wondering how to deal with it.He himself didn't know if he wanted to "save" Draco just to satisfy his own ego, as Draco said. Deep down in his heart, Harry denied this hypothesis, but he couldn't find any more evidence and his real purpose.

In fact, there is no way to be misunderstood like this, isn't it?

Harry ruffled his messy hair, thinking a little discouraged.He and the blond boy from the Malfoys seemed to be at odds with each other, even Harry himself until recently.It seems that in the dark they should be opposed, that they should be incompatible, but why is my mood always empty now, as if I have lost something.

When did it start?

Harry thought.

Did it start with Cedric's death?It was because I finally saw the death befalling my companion with my own eyes, that kind of regret, that kind of shock, that kind of uncontrollable feeling of not wanting to give in, which made me want to stop Draco with all my heart, which made me hurt Draco by mistake. Is there a reason for being so sad and annoyed in the future?

Was it just that Draco would become a second Cedric?is that so?

Harry held his head, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.The other students in the dormitory were fast asleep.The night was made more peaceful by the sound of snoring one after another.

But Draco was different from Cedric.

Cedric is smart, hardworking, brave, loyal, and excellent. He is a true warrior selected by the Goblet of Fire, the pride of Hogwarts, and a good friend and partner that anyone would want to make at first sight.But what about draco?

Harry remembered the first time he met Draco. The 11-year-old Draco dressed luxuriously and decently, and spoke confidently and arrogantly.He stretched out his white and slender hand, with an irresistible light shining in his gray eyes: "You need to choose a true friend."

"I need to choose real friends." Harry repeated this sentence softly after five years.What made him reject the owner of that hand?

Is it because of his dismissive mocking of Ron?Is it because of the arrogance he can't hide?Or domineering like Dudley?

So there was a feeling of wanting to save him, like trying to save Dudley from a dementor?Just don't want to see people around you leave, don't want to hate yourself for being powerless when facing Voldemort?

No, it's not like that!

Harry covered his head with the quilt, trying to calm himself down.

Since when, when he couldn't see it, Draco was quietly changing.His figure was taller and thinner than before, his back was always straight, and his silence was longer.Those eyes that were always radiant were getting more and more hollow. Harry thought of meeting those eyes occasionally, and always felt that there seemed to be a thousand words in them, but in the blink of an eye, there was nothing. Draco became more self-controlled, more serious.Like those ancient sculptures, mysterious.

Yes, mysterious.

Harry seemed to remember something.He looked at the roof, and there seemed to be many long-preserved pictures flickering in front of his eyes.

He thought of Cho Chang.That mysterious and beautiful foreign girl.She is smart, witty, and attracts attention wherever she goes.Many pursued her, many wanted her. Harry was also one of them.But when he was finally able to get close to her, he discovered her sensitivity, her fragility, and her crystal clear tears.He tried his best to understand her, but he couldn't figure out her mystery. She was like a wisp of erratic smoke, and he couldn't catch her.

Harry raised his palm and stared blankly.He failed to keep Qiu, but he didn't regret it.He understands that his impetuous, careless and reckless character is unable to carefully care for a crystal vase as delicate as Qiu, so he just has some regrets.but draco...

Harry sat up suddenly, so much that he bumped the bed with a loud thud.

Ron next to him was obviously awakened, and his confused voice was mixed with a trace of frightened panic: "What happened?!"

"It's nothing, just...a bad dream." Harry said quickly.Ron nodded after hearing the explanation, and continued to fall asleep.After a while, there was a slight snoring sound.

Harry himself lay down gently to prevent anyone from being woken up by him.But he himself couldn't stop beating.

Merlin, he actually put Malfoy and Qiu Zhang together?Could it be that in his deepest subconscious mind, the feeling of not wanting to lose Draco was actually the same as the feeling of not wanting to lose Qiu?

"It's impossible, it's terrible." Harry closed his eyes, praying that he could fall asleep as soon as possible. "It's impossible, no one will believe it."

**

Some ideas are like quietly lit flames, as long as a single star is enough, it is enough to start a prairie fire.

Harry kept reminding himself that this was ridiculous, but he couldn't get all the information out of his mind.He couldn't restrain himself from secretly watching Draco, standing in the corner wearing an invisibility cloak, quietly watching everything that happened in the ward.

After Madam Pomfrey lifted the visiting ban, Slytherin students came to visit Draco one after another. Draco listened to them quietly, smiling at them gracefully, his whole body shining with the reservedness and alienation that belonged to him.Most of the time, Draco was alone in the ward.He reads quietly, eats gracefully, or does nothing, just quietly dazed.

Harry never saw him lose control again.As if everything I saw that day was just an illusion.He was still the perfect, condescending, obnoxious, natural Slytherin.

Draco was back in his perfect shell again.

Harry's nightmares continued more and more.Besides being constantly forced to converse with the mind of the damned Voldemort in his dreams, he also dreamed of Draco.When dreaming about Draco, the background is always white, and Draco is standing far away, and he can't catch up no matter what.Sometimes it is easy to catch up, and the background will suddenly turn into darkness that blocks the sky and the sun.Draco in the dream gave him that trademark alienated smile and said to him, "You can't stop me, I'll kill you."

Then Harry would wake up sweating profusely.

"Listen, Harry, you can't be this sluggish anymore." Hermione looked worriedly at his large dark circles. "You should understand that it's not entirely your fault, you don't know the consequences of that spell, do you? Madam Pomfrey said that Malfoy will be discharged from the hospital soon, and besides, you have been punished, and you have been deducted fifty I thought this matter was over."

"Not only that, Hermione...you won't understand." Harry rubbed his forehead.Professor Dumbledore asked him to be honest with his friends, because they can help him solve many things.In fact, he wouldn't have been able to make it this far without them.But this matter, he really didn't know whether he should tell them, let alone how to tell them.

"Maybe." Hermione said indifferently. "But I don't think there's anything I can't understand, if you'll go into more detail."

"I think Hermione is right. You can try to tell us about it. Keeping it in your heart won't solve any problems, can it?" Ron agreed. "Trust me, nobody wants you back to normal sooner than I do - you're having nightmares almost every night!"

"Sorry..." Harry was embarrassed. "Is it disturbing you..."

"What do you think?" Ron gave him a blank look. "You may not know how loud you are every time you wake up. If you don't get back to normal quickly, everyone will know that you have a nightmare soon."

"Alright then." Harry seemed to have made up his mind. "I'm telling you—although I'm still not sure how you'll react when you hear this—but you must keep it secret for me."