if i am not me

Harry felt that his body was very hot, and his breath became more and more unstable, and the source of all this was the hands that walked on him...

Those hands have long been out of control, appearing in a place that would never appear normally.

Draco, he... He actually put his hand into his clothes.

"Hmm..." The strange heat flowed from the touching skin to his mind with the temperature of his hands, and Harry's mind, which had just woken up, became confused again with the sudden throbbing, and it seemed that he could only breathe. Acted on instinct.

It's not that Harry didn't know what the ambiguous atmosphere between them might be. Anyway, he had been in love in his previous life, and boys aged sixteen or seven had discussed this topic among friends.But there is a premise that the object is a girl from beginning to end...

boys?

Sorry, he never thought about it.Even after he officially fell in love with Drake, he didn't take the initiative to think about it. After all, they were only 15 years old, right?Kissing, in Harry's mind, was already the best that a 15-year-old could do.

It was also for this reason that he was so overwhelmed by Draco's kiss now.The usual calmness and self-restraint have long been thrown away by the strange pleasure in his body. He can only passively accept Drake's plunder, and occasionally respond to his lover's enthusiasm.

Just when the two of them were getting more and more unable to control themselves, suddenly, the sound of rushing water pulled them back to their senses.

Harry opened his misty green eyes, and just in time, they met Draco's deep eyes.

The water in the bathtub was overflowing.

Almost instantly, all sanity returned to Harry's head.

Harry, who was still in a daze, drooped his eyelids, slowly pushed away Drake who was already pressing on him, and smiled solemnly, "I'm going to turn off the water." After finishing speaking, he didn't look at Drake's expression , then stood up from the sofa, pulled it up, and walked towards the bathroom.

Before he had time to express any opinion, Draco stared blankly at the closed bathroom door, and after a long while, he snorted and laughed.

It seems that those books during the holidays were really not in vain... Well, he admitted that although he would be happy to read it, he was actually a little upset just now.You know, no man can have a good mood after being interrupted, let alone today is the first day after they haven't seen each other for two months.

But after seeing Harry's ears as red as the Gryffindor flag, he decided to forgive the shy guy.

Speaking of which, why didn't he realize that Harry had such a jerky side before... Sure enough, was it because he didn't have enough contact?

Thinking of this, Draco couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.

Harry, our time in the future is still very, very long.

Harry woke up very early the next day, so early that he didn't expect to wake up so early, and under these circumstances...

Feeling the wetness on his trousers, Harry was glad he had insisted on not sleeping with Draco last night, or else he would have been ashamed.

Gently sat up, took out the night-vision watch that Mary had given her from under the pillow, and looked at the time, it was only six o'clock in the morning.Biting his lip, Harry tiptoed off the quilt and poked his head out of the curtain.

Good, Draco is still asleep!

Realizing that there was no danger of his scandal being exposed, he immediately got out of bed, ran to the closet to find clean clothes, and quietly entered the bathroom.

After quickly changing into clean clothes, Harry turned his head to the clothes he had changed just now - this... It's better to wash it by yourself!

Thinking of this, he threw the little pair of trousers into the sink, put on the boiling water and rubbed them.Rubbing and rubbing, but can't help but start to recall last night's dream.Thinking of Drake's kiss in the dream, thinking of Drake's hand in the dream, thinking of the dream...

Suddenly, Harry's face flushed red.Why...why do you have such a dream?

Is it because of the intimate behavior with Drake before going to bed last night, and then...cough...dissatisfied with desire?

Thinking of this possibility, Harry hurriedly shook his head and rubbed his pants vigorously, unwilling to think about it anymore.After he kept filling his head with various other things, the pants in his hand were also washed.Looking at the washed clothes, Harry realized that there was no place to dry the drenched trousers.

After thinking about it, Harry twisted the water, and took his still wet pants out of the bathroom.Seeing that there was still no movement on Draco's bed in the room, he walked to his bed in peace, picked up the magic wand next to the pillow, pointed at his pants and cast a cleansing spell silently.

It turns out that apart from cleaning and rainy days, this spell can also be used at this time...

Squeezing the extremely dry pants, Harry didn't bother to put the clothes back, and after throwing them on the bed, he turned around and returned to the bed—now, he needed to catch up on sleep.

In Malfoy Manor, Dobby was doing his last job before leaving here.

Yes.leave!go somewhere else.

When they first heard the news, the other house-elves who had a close relationship with Dobby were frightened. They thought Dobby had done something bad.In fact, Dobby also thought so at the beginning. He even wondered if his master knew about the things he did secretly, so he was punished.

But obviously, it thought too much.

Maybe it wasn't the first elf to be told to leave the house by its master, but it was definitely the first of the Malfoys.Thinking about what the master said before, facing the inquiries of the other elves in the Malfoy family, Dobby just kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

However, it is inevitable that I will secretly think, why did the master give Dobby such an order?

Carefully brewing the master's black tea, Dobby thought about this question more than once.Of course, just thinking about it in his heart, Dobby would never say it out loud.

Medill...

Dobby knew this surname. It was the surname of Mr. Johnson's mother, the little master's friend.She sent the tea towels of various colors on herself and her companions to Malfoy's house. At the same time, she also met the mother, a very gentle Muggle woman, and hugged her for a long time when she first saw her.

But now, the owner's order is to temporarily break away from the contractual bondage between it and the manor, and go to the house of the black-haired boy to take care of his family and protect him.

It's an honor.The owner said that only the elf with the most magical power in the family has this honor to get this task, and the owner chose Dobby, which is the greatest trust in him.

But glory is not important to Dobby, the important thing is that he is very happy to receive this order.

On the one hand, Dobby liked Mr. Johnson very much.Although the number of visits is not too many, and he has never seen him at the ball of the Malfoy family, but it knows that he is a distinguished guest of the Malfoy family, whether it is the master, the mistress or the young master, he likes him very much, and Dobby himself I also like the friend of this gentle and polite little master.Because even if he never saw himself or the other elves, he would smile very kindly and say thank you when he found out what they were doing.

On the other hand, it was also because Dobby wanted to leave Malfoy Manor... It found that its thoughts were different from those of the other elves. You must leave completely, as long as you can leave.

And now, the master gave it this chance.

Dobby walked into the master's study silently carrying the brewed black tea. At this time, Narcissa put the beautiful letter paper in front of Lucius, and walked to her husband with a smile, "Mary replied, saying that she Waiting for our visit tonight."

Hearing this, Lucius evoked a rare sincere smile, and Narcissa also laughed when she saw this, "She also told me that she wanted us to taste her cooking skills."

Thinking about what Mary and Harry had said before, Lucius was not surprised that Mary could cook.Nodding his head, he took a look at the letter paper, pondered for a while and said, "Did Mary ask you about Remus Lupine's disappearance?"

Hearing her husband's question, Narcissa frowned slightly, and sighed, "No. She doesn't seem to want to bring it up."

Narcissa's answer made Lucius blink slowly, and he spoke after a long time. "Perhaps, it is to get some information in advance."

Thinking of the various actions of the various parties that have been hidden in the darkness in recent months, Lucius suppressed the smile in his eyes, and caressed his arm with his hand inadvertently—there was a piece of magic that could not be erased no matter what. Go to the mark.

Obviously everything started because of that person, but now, there is no movement from that person.

What is the reason for "him" to lurk so far?Lucius couldn't figure it out.

Decades ago, he couldn't see through that person, the master who made him willingly follow and possessed amazing talents.Now, decades later, he still doesn't understand "his" intentions and actions.

After all, according to "his" previous personality, he should have stood in the hall of a manor with Crabbe and Goyle long ago, waiting for "his" inquiry and punishment.Instead of sitting leisurely in his own manor, slowly planning to go out to visit a Muggle.

But things are so unpredictable.

Recalling the injury to the deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic that happened a long time ago, Lucius raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

Show loyalty?

Unfortunately, the method was not chosen...

[This is a meaningless short film] The book is continued from the previous chapter:

When seeing Hermione's name, D didn't quite understand why H wanted to put the book away, after all, the fact that the book appeared only meant that it was sent by the author himself.

However, when he opened the directory, his fingers froze.

What did he see?

The chapters of this book are clearly divided, which also allows D to understand the content at a glance.