[HP] Return late

Harry woke up with a sharp pain on his skin.

Its daybreak.

Even with his eyes closed, he could still feel the intensity of the sunlight, and the dull pain from all over his body made him unable to move even a single finger.He was lying there, his back was scorched by the sun, his feet were still soaked in the sea water, but the rest of his dry skin felt as if it was about to crack. The rough particles on the skin may feel like gravel or precipitate grains of salt.

He vaguely felt that someone had called him when he was unconscious, but now, that seemed to be just an illusion of his.If Draco were here, he would never be allowed to lie here in such a mess.Without a doubt, he and Draco were separated.

This is frustrating news, he thought in disappointment, he had caught up with him at that time, so why did he lose it?

The more you get, the more greedy you get.Obviously at the beginning, he just prayed to be able to see and hear Draco, no matter what the result is, he can accept it.But the body and soul are not satisfied with these, approaching and touching again and again, unable to control themselves to make all kinds of foolish actions, in exchange for a step closer.

Seeing his figure, I can't help but want to get closer; after getting closer, I want to communicate with each other emotionally, want to interlock my fingers, and want to hug.What's more shameful, just seeing Draco's thin pale pink lips and sharp chin, he needs to work hard to restrain his desire to kiss.

Only when Draco was around, just the two of them, was he just Harry Potter, not the savior, not the Boy Who Lived, not the chosen one who needed to defeat Voldemort.

Only then can he unscrupulously indulge the beast in his heart, to kiss, to ask for the other party's enthusiasm.

It's just that at his most emotional moment, Slytherin's body didn't change at all.

How embarrassing.He could only pretend to be asleep to escape the situation.Maybe Draco didn't love him and just considered him a friend.

Such thoughts made my heart tighten and ache.

Another PITYFUCK.

He knew that Draco had gently wiped his body for him, that he had prepared clothes for himself, and left a note.

Such a warm gesture made him always think he was the special one.

Maybe Draco was so nice to all his friends and he was just the one.

That's why he was thrown away again.

Such thoughts become more and more full and clear with the growth of time.It seems that the blond Slytherin can be heard speaking softly to another person (usually Parkinson), saying the same words.Or, being intimate with someone, telling jokes about how stupid Potter is.

He is already crazy.

When he jumped off the deck, he held the door key in his palm, and the backpack that could be shrunk at will was put in the buttoned trouser pocket. He just wanted to take a gamble. If he kept sinking and no one paid attention, he would return alone. Manor, go be the so-called savior boy.

Before the pain of hitting the water surface disappeared, he was grabbed by a pair of hands, and something greasy mixed with salty and bitter sea water was roughly stuffed into his mouth.

"Swallow it!" said the familiar sweet voice viciously.

At that moment, tears gushed out of the hot eye sockets, and the crying and choking were silent in the sea water, so they would not be found.

"I didn't know stupidity was contagious from Muggles to wizards, but I have to doubt it about your actions." The blond mermaid's gray eyes were blazing, and her voice was low and slow.

Harry fully agreed with Ron's words, this tone sounded too similar to Snape.

Ever since Draco bought those two couple cabin tickets, stupidity had become his exclusive word for Muggles.

Harry habitually wanted to admit his mistake, opened his mouth, but only spit out two bubbles.

Oh damn gill weed, why isn't there something that allows him to breathe underwater and talk at the same time?

He could only look innocently into Draco's beautiful gray eyes.

The blond-haired Slytherin looked away angrily, flicking his long fishtail and moving in a certain direction, but his left hand was still firmly grasping Harry's arm.

Now, at this moment, he is the only one.

But the forces of nature are irresistible.

They were drawn into the vortex, and all the magic factors were disordered. The two people who were clearly embracing each other were torn apart by the huge tension, and lost consciousness in the constantly rotating strong water flow.

Woke up to this barren stretch of rough sand.The gillsweed's potency had long since worn off, and the seawater had nearly done what Voldemort had always wanted to do to him.

"Get out of here, quick!" the blond Slytherin's voice repeated over and over as he was dragged deeper into the vortex.

Draco must have known the danger of going forward, so he was unwilling to take him with him.

So is it possible to be sure that Draco has a little, like him?

Recovering a bit of strength, Harry sat up with his arms propped up. The broken shells and debris on the rough sand made his whole body uncomfortable, and the bright sun made his throat dry as hell.The newly bought glasses were lost at some point, and the scenery in front of him was blurred.

He hoped that the summer vacation would never end, that the first of September would never come.

He didn't want to be the savior, and even resented Dumbledore for putting unfounded hopes on him in the end.

The tangled emotions finally blurted out and turned into a roar.

"I love you, Draco!"

"I love you, Draco!"

"I love you, Draco!"

It's just that, except for saying these love words that are not heard by the other party and the last few days of summer vacation, he has no chance to give and express love.

It would be nice if his death could be exchanged for Voldemort's death.

He curled up, hugged his legs, and buried his face in his knees.

The necklace-shaped disposable doorkey that Draco left him was still wrapped around his right hand, the metal chain strangled his wrist, and after being eroded by sea water and gravel, it hurt like a shattered heart.

This time Draco will be furious.Harry smacked his lips dejectedly, his mouth was full of the taste of sand and sea water.

If two proud parties want to be together, one party will always show weakness.

Touching the necklace wrapped around his wrist, Harry became melancholy and always pretended to be pitiful. If he tried too many times, would it still work?He had already passed that age, and facing Draco's delicate appearance always made Harry very unconfident.This summer vacation not only changed his height, but also his outline. The boyish and soft lines gradually disappeared, gradually growing into what a man should look like.

He is rough.

The shrinking backpack in the pocket is still there, but there is nothing suitable for the current situation.

He hadn't found Draco before night fell again, and he had no choice but to leave and die.

Just as he was thinking like this, someone approached at a leisurely pace, stepping on the gravel and making a small crackling sound.

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Reported to the company, the dormitory has no internet, now I will post a chapter secretly =-= I will make up tomorrow...