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After Umbridge left, the library lights were turned off by the furious Mrs. Pince. In the darkness, only the breathing of the two teenagers could be heard.

"Lumos" Harry said a spell

Draco, who had been squatting for too long, staggered as soon as he stood up, Harry quickly grabbed his waist with sharp eyes, "Hey, be careful." The whole left leg felt sore and numb when he exerted light force, as if he lost consciousness, hissing With a frown, he kept getting up motionless.

"Leg numb?" Seeing his appearance, Harry gave Draco a little leverage with his arm, then bent down slightly and squeezed Draco's stiff thigh with the other hand.

Draco looked at the half-bent man in front of him, and patted him on the back twice, "Hey... I'm fine." He felt a little strange being taken care of by his sworn enemy like this, and this wasn't the first time .

"Don't move, just press it a few times to speed up the blood flow." Harry's hand squeezed from the calf to the thigh and continued to go up. The inadvertent pinch at the heel of the leg caused Draco's whole body to tremble, and his back was bruised Twitching hard, a shameful and annoyed voice came from above, "Potter!"

Harry looked up from below with an innocent look on his face to show his innocence.

"Let go! Damn you filthy half-breed..." Draco, who broke free from the man and muttered, turned and walked towards the **** area, but he didn't see the savior who straightened up and lowered his head and curled his mouth.

"Hey, put on the Invisibility Cloak, Draco."

Arriving in the first area, Draco looked at the rows of books and began to search for the target. He was a little excited to commit a crime for the first time, and they searched together shoulder to shoulder for several rows without any gains, which made Draco a little sluggish. , making Harry couldn't help rubbing that platinum head.

When Draco stared back at him, he uttered a spell: "The "Dragon Potion" is flying!"

A huge black leather-covered heavy book fell into Harry's hands, Draco blushed secretly, he was still educating the meaning of these half-blood wands to magicians a few days ago, today the environment is a little tense The stimulation made him forget such a simple magic!

He reached out his hand to Harry, thinking that the other party should hand it to him as a matter of course, but he didn't.Eyebrow raised, "Potter?"

Harry smiled at him, and corrected "Harry." Draco was puzzled at first, and then a hint of shame and anger appeared on his face, what is this?threaten? ?In another scene, he would have thought that the great savior was flirting with him!

"Potter! Bring it!" He made a menacing look.

Unexpectedly, Harry took advantage of his height to write the book, and continued to repeat, "Harry."

Draco, blushing even redder at Harry's actions, pointed his wand at Harry's forehead and made an ultimatum, "Bring—come—."

Harry sighed, put down his hand and handed the book over, and pulled it back just before Draco was about to take it, leaning towards him and saying in a flattering tone, "Call me, please? Please - draco - ?”

Such a persevering little wolfhound-like Harry almost made Draco, who was supposed to be angry, a little bit overwhelmed, "What the hell are you doing!?", now it's late at night in the first section of the library!They have already got what they need. For a Slytherin, the most important thing now is to return to his bed safely, and this guy in front of him is actually discussing a title with him!

"I want to be your friend. Friends should call each other like this." Harry tirelessly explained, coupled with a serious expression, he was extremely persistent.

"I allow my friends to call me by my Christian name." Draco tactfully expressed his acquiescence to Harry, but he would never call anyone by their Christian name, whether it was Goyle or Zabini.This faint arrogance has long been deeply engraved in Malfoy's blood, flowing and galloping all the time.

"My friends will call me Harry." He emphasized again, knowing very well about Draco's pride, if he couldn't let him go this time, it would be more troublesome later.

Draco knew the benefits of including Harry as a friend, and the godfather's instruction and the other's inherent attractiveness made him unable to help but give in to him.

"draco?"

"Give me the book, Harry."

Although the last sentence was a little soft, even with an uncertain vibrato at the end, the heart of the listener also trembled, and he almost wanted to rub this twisted and cute guy into his arms-and then he did the same.

"Hey! What are you crazy about! Let go of—"

"I'm so happy! Draco!"

"Let go, Harry! Harry Potter!"

After Draco returned to the dormitory, after hiding the book, he spread out the parchment with the inscription in his bag and looked at it for a long time. Even though he didn't understand what it was, it didn't prevent him from secretly taking it away. You can show this to the godfather when you bring the fire gun to him, and he will know exactly what tricks Harry is up to.

It's a pity that he doesn't know at this time. If he asks directly, he can get the most complete explanation.

Draco fell asleep very happily that night. In his dream, he saw himself making potions in an old room full of black magic, and was hugged tightly by a man who was a little taller than himself. His chin rested on his shoulder and he grumbled "How long are you going to do this?"

"Go upstairs and do your own thing, don't bother me."

"What's so interesting about this thing?" The person behind him stretched out his hand from his waist to touch some materials.

"It's an art!"

"Tch——" There was a chuckle, and there were light itches and warm kisses on the neck, densely packed.

"Don't make trouble."

……

Draco didn't see the face of the person in the dream until dawn, and carefully and angrily used his wand to clean up the mess in the quilt from last night. It's not surprising to have some adolescent dreams, and Draco was not surprised that the object was a boy. , he knew his sexual orientation a long time ago, but somehow he was sure that that person was Harry Potter!

The great shame made him lose his mind, he didn't notice the exact same words, and then doubted everything.