[HP] Return late

No matter how dull Draco was, he understood at this moment that the great savior was premeditated.

Two children.

120-year lifespan.

If he hadn't pulled Harry away with quick eyes and hands, then, did this stupid guy want to die in front of him?

He almost jumped to his feet and cursed him for being stupid, only to find that he was the one who had no position to blame.

It wasn't him who gave his life, and he couldn't give those.

It was the two of them who agreed to have a child.

This made him feel embarrassed to deceive the other party.So he could only leave the secret room without saying a word.

An hour earlier, the Savior was happily dragging his bags to go to Messina with him, and suddenly, they had two babies in pregnancy.

Now, he regretted his rashness.

Gryffindor's bold and powerful pursuit and devotion made Draco, who grew up in the Slytherin environment, a little at a loss. What's more, he thought of another similar person.

Pansy Parkinson.

He didn't know how to face Harry Potter. He wasn't indifferent. When he heard Harry say that he was willing to give up all the life required by magic, he felt a warm feeling in his unbeatable heart—being tempted and moved , and then the anger at the stupid lion's bold move without considering the consequences.

He figured they needed some time apart.

He needs to sort out the complicated emotions in his heart, and distinguish whether it is a sense of responsibility to the family or an unknown love.

It's just that Gryffindor never gives the opponent any breathing room.

Before he had time to close the door, the savior chased after him in three steps and two steps.

Gryffindor's brute force made Draco want to curse Merlin.

The door of the room was separated between the two, and neither of them would give in. There was always a distance from the lock, leaving a finger-wide gap.

"Draco, give me a chance to explain." The savior said calmly.

"I don't care why you're angry, but this time, I won't think I was wrong."

"I know what I want and what I'm doing. The lifespan of a wizard is generally around two hundred years old. With 120 years reduced, I can live to the lifespan of a normal Muggle."

"If you leave, I will follow in your footsteps. To me, a life that is too long is a cruel torture."

Draco knew that what Harry said was true, Gryffindor persevered and never gave up.It was originally a sniffy college introduction, but he witnessed such moments one by one.

Talking against the door panel like this is ridiculously childish, Draco relaxed his body and stepped aside.The door was pushed open, and he was face to face with the Saviour.

They stared at each other silently, but no one gave in.

If you forgive easily, then next time, the savior will still make his own decisions.

"It's time to go, Draco." The appearance of Lucius solved the problem in time, and his father seemed to have accepted Gryffindor's savior. He nodded to Potter, and said slowly with his chin raised: With you, Potter."

Draco turned around, dragged up the backpack that was in the armchair, and flung the other, which was significantly lighter, into the Savior's arms.

"Father, we'll be back as soon as possible." Draco took out a Knut from his trousers pocket and held out his hand to Harry.

When he shook hands with the savior, he realized that the hands of the Gryffindor lion were full of sweat.

It was just noon in Messina, and he deftly passed through the Muggle crowd and turned into the ticket office, forgetting to let go of Potter's hand.

After passing the ticket gate with the ticket, he looked up and saw that the captain standing at the hatch turned out to be an old Muggle man whom he had seen several times.

"Hello, boy." The Muggle clearly recognized him, a friendly smile twitching on his lips hidden under his white stubble.

"Hello." Draco handed the ticket to the ticket inspector and nodded at the Muggle.

"Hello, sir," said Potter.

The old Muggle's eyes fell on the hands they held together, and he smiled knowingly, "Hello."

Draco found out belatedly, he shook off Potter's hand, and said half-explained and half-covered: "This is my classmate."

And the old Muggle man just blinked.

It wasn't until he entered the rest room of the cabin that he understood the meaning of the old Muggle's wink—it was a double room, the kind with only one big bed.

His face darkened almost immediately, and he grabbed the boat ticket and wanted to find a Muggle theory.

"But, Draco. They didn't make a mistake, we bought a set ticket for two people." The savior put his ticket in front of his eyes, "It says that we are in the same room."

Then he added the coup de grace: "Couples suite."

The stray cat with green eyes smiled sweetly.

Draco crumpled up the ticket in embarrassment, he thought he knew why the Muggle woman who sold the ticket had such a weird expression when he bought the ticket.

An hour later, the savior couldn't laugh any more. He was holding the reusable paper bag with a sad face, and sat in the armchair closest to the bathroom. His green eyes, which always change with his emotions, were staring at a certain point on the floor without focus.

"I didn't bring any potion for seasickness." Draco said dryly, he dumped all the bottles and jars in his backpack on the bed, occupying most of the bunk in a mess.

"Della—voo—" Before Potter could call out his name, he retched holding the paper bag again, the sour and bitter smell filled the whole room, the savior who had already digested his dinner even vomited out bile .

"Water of life and death, two drops." Draco picked out a dark glass bottle, walked to the side of the room, picked up the water bottle and poured Potter a glass of clean water. "Go and rinse your mouth."

He handed the glass to the dispirited savior, turned around and filled another glass with water, pulled out the glass cork, tilted slightly, and tapped the bottle with the index finger of the hand holding the bottle, two drops of colorless and transparent The liquid dripped into the glass.

The savior came out wet. It seemed that he not only rinsed his mouth, but also splashed water on his face, lying pale and weak on the small half of the bed that had not been occupied by the potions.

Facing such a stupid lion, Draco couldn't continue to be indifferent. "Drink it." He stuffed the diluted water of life and death into the hand of the savior, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and carefully dried the hair of his stray cat.

"What do you want for dinner, I'll pick it up at the restaurant later."

Potter drank the liquid in the glass, shook his head slowly, and fell into a deep sleep on the bed.

Draco stroked the side of the savior's face. He shouldn't have brought Harry here, but he still did it selfishly.Draco knew that this was his own selfish decision. Since Harry was already the one he recognized and chose, there was no doubt that he didn't want to give Harry any chance to get along with the little weasel of the Weasley family. Chance.

It's just that if he didn't propose, Harry would insist on following, right?

Is love really worth a person's dedication without complaint?

The fingers resting on the warm skin trembled unnaturally and curled up into fists.

Malfoy has to judge the situation and know how to advance and retreat.

He doesn't want to be tied down.

He picked up a small silver bottle from the bed, and after unscrewing the cap, the faint fragrance covered the unpleasant smell in the room.

If he wants to love, he is only willing to possess, not compromise.

The cruise ship in the name of tourism travels very slowly, and will dock at some scenic ports along the way. Porter, who sleeps drowsily most of the time, walks very erratically after landing, and almost trips himself several times .

"Draco, why is the ground shaking?"

People who suffer from seasickness are not used to getting up on land.

Draco gave up the idea of ​​taking the savior around while taking the opportunity to go out, and directly grabbed the savior's arm and turned into the nearest restaurant.

Although this approach is ultimately futile.All the food he ate was finally vomited to the savior of the toilet. He was extremely pale and emaciated, and the T-shirt that originally fitted him was also a little baggy.

"You go back first, Harry." Draco finally relented, and he said to the half-asleep savior at night when the cruise ship approached the maelstrom of Kalibdis.

He is about to dive into the sea to find the legendary island where the Siren is imprisoned.

The ocean is not the black lake of Hogwarts, ocean currents and whirlpools, even he who has aquatic instincts, will be turned into a mess, gill grass can't solve any problems, September [-]st is close at hand, and the savior has arrived time to leave.

"No." The savior woke up instantly, and briefly rejected his proposal.

Draco couldn't help but rubbed the stupid lion's messy hair, "Be obedient."

The savior stood up, "Why?" He moved closer to Draco, rubbing his neck unconsciously, "I'm already used to the journey."

Indeed, the vomiting time was simply diverted to lethargy.

"Draco—" The stray cat became a lot smarter, and knew how to use a pitiful expression to win sympathy.

Draco blinked. At this time, you must not be soft-hearted.This is a question of principle. "go back--"

It's just that he didn't finish his refusal, and the hot and soft lips sealed the rest of his words between his mouth.

This stupid lion of Gryffindor is getting bolder and bolder.

It's just that he didn't understand why he would sink into it. When he came back to his senses, his limbs were already intertwined, Harry's panting sound was heard next to his ears, and his fingers touched the hot skin. Even his temperatureless body began to There is heat.

I once saw in the adolescent books given by my father that it is difficult for teenagers who are in love to control their desires, and they always follow the instinct of the body.

He kissed and sucked Harry's neck vigorously, feeling the heat and beating of the other's pulse, the jealousy of life made the soul even more unbearable, the caressing palm continued to go down, ignited and teased, until it stayed on the other's crying sensitivity.

The hands protruding from under the shirt to his back rubbed and stroked irregularly, calloused and rough, and even his back was as hot as burning, with slight pain and itching.

He gnawed on the shoulder of the savior, leaving bloody tooth marks and rosy kiss-marks, but there was no slack in the movements of his fingers.

Intermittent and broken crying was carried in the gasping voice.

The scorching liquid splashed all over his palm, but the savior fell into a lethargic sleep exhausted.

Without the support of heat, the dead body quickly regained its due coldness.

Draco left the bed calmly, washed the dirt off his palms, took the towel off the hook, soaked it in warm water, and gently wiped Potter's sweaty body.

In the lingering just now, the savior lost the only T-shirt he brought.Draco never thought that the clothes prepared for the savior would come in handy in this situation.

He took out a neatly folded shirt and trousers from his backpack and placed them on the bedside of the sleeping stray cat.

It's not polite to leave without saying goodbye, he wrote on a post-it note next to his bed:

Dear Harry,

Please forgive me that I have to leave first. The door key is in the trousers pocket at the head of the bed. It is a one-time use. You can only arrive at the confidential location. Please be sure to return as soon as possible.

your

Draco

He adjusted his collar in front of the mirror in the room, put on his backpack, kissed the corner of the savior's mouth, and walked out of the room.

The long fish tail has returned to what it should have been. Draco came out of the water, wanting to take another look at the cruise ship where the savior was, but he heard, on the silent sea at night, amidst the low roar of the cruise ship, there was a hurry With the sound of kicking footsteps, he raised his head and saw the figure of the savior, who climbed over the guardrail on the deck and jumped down.