war and peace

In the evening, Harry and Tom returned to Gryffindor Tower one after the other.The other four people in the same dormitory were already familiar with the state of the two of them. At the beginning, Neville tried to talk to them, but he easily retreated under the eyes of the two of them.That's the Cold War, no bloodshed yet, right?Although according to the Weasley twins, a fight might be enough, although it sounds reasonable, but no one dared to test this proposal.

Tom went to the side of his bed and took a shriveled cloth sack from his bag.He untied the string at the top of the seal, carried the bag upside down over the trash can, and shook out many letters.Harry's first reaction was that the pocket must have been cast with a No Trace Expansion Charm, while his roommates seemed more concerned about something else.

Those letters were all tied with ribbons, and there was a scent in the dormitory.Neville stared at what looked like a hill, his mouth gaping open.Both Seamus and Dean gasped.Ron sat on his bed, staring blankly at the still beating heart symbol on the top letter.

Harry noticed that none of the letters had been opened.The others obviously noticed this too, and apart from envy and jealousy, they all had expressions of disapproval on their faces.Thinking of what he had received himself, Harry shoved his schoolbag on the bed.It's not easy to take it out to read at such a time, especially if there is Ginny's letter inside... He subconsciously pushed the schoolbag inside again.

After doing this, Harry looked up, only to realize that Tom had been staring at his movements.Seeing him looking over, Tom didn't look away, but slowly raised the corners of his mouth, showing a silent sneer, and then walked towards the bathroom.That smile made Harry wary, he smelled danger.

"Just throw it away without even looking at it..." Dean said as soon as Tom disappeared behind the door.He walked to the trash can, knelt down to read the name on the envelope.Seamus also walked over and stood beside him, "Tsk tsk," he glanced around, "Gryffindor... Hufflepuff... Ravenclaw... There are still a lot of Slytherin girls. This dour guy suits them."

Neville's face flushed.He took Dean and Seamus aside. "That's Tom's privacy!" he said.

"He doesn't want it anyway, let's see if it matters..." said Dean, but he scratched his nose and crawled back to his four-poster bed.Seamus shrugged, not intending to conflict with the serious Neville, and opened a book to read.Harry caught the eye of Ron, who seemed to be saying - don't you dare do this to my sister, and he gave a dry, awkward smile.

The tip of the pile of letters was still sticking out.As expected of the Dark Lord, he threw them all away without blinking...Harry could almost imagine the fate of those greeting cards handed to Professor Roald, and it would certainly not be better than Tom's hands.Although it's not a wise choice to give him something on Valentine's Day, that person should at least take a look, right?Isn't this basic courtesy?

But there was another small voice in his heart.Are you sure you want him to see it?Letters full of love and affection from others?There is no doubt that those are very beautiful languages.Although the probability is very small, maybe there is one who can touch such a cold heart?

No, no, he is not the same as before, at least he is calmer, and he doesn't attack easily... This is a good thing, at least Hogwarts is much calmer now... Maybe his attitude towards Muggles has also changed ?Harry thought uncertainly, he thought Tom had a good impression of Hermione.He thought about the first question again, looked at the letters that were more love letters than greeting cards, and buried his head in the pillow irritably.

Tom sat across from him at the breakfast table.He seemed to want to take the milk jug, and Harry stared at the spout beside him, hesitating, when suddenly he reached out a hand diagonally and handed the jug to Tom.It was the girl next to him, Harry couldn't see her face clearly, but felt that the smile Tom gave her was very harsh...

He and Tom were walking in the corridor of Hogwarts... Turning a corner, a girl suddenly ran out in front of her, her face was full of nervousness, and she was holding a beautiful pink envelope tightly in her hand.Harry now has a headache when he sees those ambiguous colors. He watched Tom accept the love letter, smiled and said to the girl, "Thank you, you are very cute..."

The scene changed again.This time it was the auditorium at Christmas time, everyone was beaming, and the melodious minuet waltz echoed in the air.Harry was not interested in admiring the beautiful figure on the dance floor, the beautiful girls dressed in dolls, the exquisite food on the long table covered with white tablecloths, he was looking for someone... Suddenly he saw Tom walking out holding another girl's arm After leaving the auditorium, he hurried out through the crowd.He quickly turned around a few corridors, and the scene in front of him made him stand there in a daze.Under a large clump of mistletoe, Voldemort, who had returned to his original appearance, kissed passionately. He could only see half of his profile and the edge of another person's long skirt...

"No... don't... can't do this... this can't happen..." Harry woke up with a low moan.What caught his eyes was the dim crimson velvet curtain, and only then did he realize that what he had just now was a dream.His hand stretched straight into the air, obviously if the dream continued, he would rush up and pull the two people away.

Is he really crazy?Harry closed his eyes tightly. In the scene just now, his first feeling was not worry about that unknown girl, but anger, an anger that wanted to separate them immediately, an anger that wanted to question Voldemort immediately ...

But what right did he have to do so?What is the reason for such an idea?Harry felt like he had a splitting headache.

"Don't...don't what?" A very soft voice next to him asked.

"It's okay, I just had a bad dream..." Harry replied vaguely, suddenly realizing who the owner of the voice was.He sat up abruptly, staring closely at a figure beside the bed. "Why are you here!" he demanded.

Voldemort gave a chuckle.He sat sideways on the edge of the bed, his face looming. "You seem to have forgotten that we are in the same dormitory." He deliberately bit the accent on "we".

Harry wondered how much his sleep was heard.The curtains were drawn, the light was dim, and Voldemort had been silent just now, so he didn't notice him immediately. "But it's my bed!" Harry growled angrily.

"I know that." Voldemort nodded. "If you don't put your things on the bed, I'll come and get them, don't you?" Collect Ginny Weasley's love letters?Want to continue the frontier in front of him?This is too naive.

Harry thought there was a tinge of coldness in his tone, but he didn't think about it. "What?" he asked warily, before noticing the dozen letters in Voldemort's hand.He immediately wanted to snatch it back, "That's mine!" What did Voldemort do with the greeting card someone gave him?

Before Harry's hand could touch them, the envelopes disappeared into the air without a sound.Harry was furious, "You don't have that power! It's mine! I haven't even looked at it yet!"

"Really? You want to see?" Voldemort's voice softened.good, very good……

"Isn't that a basic courtesy?" Harry watched the things within his reach disappear, and he had a better understanding of the strength gap between them, and he couldn't help becoming a little annoyed: "Don't you have a lot of them yourself? give me back!"

"You saw it too, I threw away all of mine." Voldemort shrugged helplessly.

Harry suddenly felt the absurdity: "You can't just throw away your greeting card and just plan to read mine, right? Or, you threw away yours, and..." Don't let me see it?He suddenly realized that this sentence was not quite right, and he was speechless in embarrassment.

"Why didn't you say it? Another possibility?" Voldemort seemed to guess what he was going to say next.He leaned over, forcing Harry to lean back.

That kind of possibility, if you say it, you will be laughed at, right?The so-called wishful thinking? "Give me back the letter!" Harry felt that his back was about to break, and hurriedly pushed his hands back.Those black eyes are very deep, especially at night, if you look at it further, you probably won't even know it if you are taken from the soul.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, ignoring his question. "Basic manners... That is to say, should I look at those so-called Valentine's Day cards? Save a mountain of chocolate and eat it slowly?" His patience is limited, if the savior dares to say "yes"...

Harry had no doubt that he was telling the truth.Mountains of chocolate...heaps of Valentine's Day cards...he felt a familiar wave of unhappiness spread in his heart and flow through his veins to his extremities, clattering violently. "When...Of course," he turned his head aside, "this is the minimum respect for them."

Suddenly, a strong force knocked him down - his hands were pressed under his body, his legs were as heavy as if they were pressed by a lead block, and his head was snapped away.Harry was terrified to see Voldemort's face so close to him, and then, a storm of kisses fell.

It seems to be a moment, and it seems to be a long time... It is aggressive, strong, and relentless.Harry tried to struggle, but nothing in his body seemed to listen to him.He couldn’t move his hands and feet at all—the chin was raised slightly, as if he was pandering, and he couldn’t put it down at all—the tongue was entangled and rolled, separated briefly, and then licked every corner of his mouth—consciousness was very low Soberly calling to stop, it shouldn't be, but the heart is beating fast, all the blood seems to be rushing to the face...

Harry closed his eyes.This is so sad... Even if Voldemort said that their relationship was just a game, he was powerless to resist, and probably didn't want to resist... He could feel the warmth of Voldemort's body, and the clothes on his chest rubbed against each other, bringing waves of pain shudder.The hot air brought by his breathing hit his neck, and the deep gasps were intertwined, and the sound of kissing water seemed to be amplified many times in the quiet night...

For almost a moment, he thought of giving up resistance and just sinking like this.But then he reminded himself in his heart, have you forgotten your friend?Forgot about your family?Forgot who the person above is?Forget the last time how you survived to the end time and time again relying on other people's help, other people's sacrifice?Can you live up to their ardent expectations?

Harry barely opened his eyes.He didn't see those stunning black pupils, which made him feel that his plan was much easier to realize.He tried his best to ignore the feeling of satisfaction in his heart, tried his best to ignore the feeling of being brought into the character in the dream just now, and bit down hard.

A salty smell came out.He could feel that he had bitten both of their tongues.Harry thought that Voldemort would curse him a few times out of embarrassment, but he just straightened up and said in a teasing tone, "You are so cruel." He casually licked off the stain on his lips. Blood, and even a smile: "Basic manners, isn't it? Thanks for telling me this."

There was no emotion in his black eyes, they were utterly indifferent, neither smiling nor angry.No one knows what he wants to do, except himself - if Harry hadn't bit them both, he would not be able to stop himself, the wall he had built would have collapsed when Harry said yes up.The smell of blood turned him on, and he wanted more...but the little pain reminded him that although Harry came back with him, he did look like a thin 12-year-old boy...and Harry still Don't want to admit it...he won't let history repeat itself...

Voldemort took one last look at Harry and stood up.He had changed his mind, but the Savior didn't need to know that.

Harry watched as he pulled back the curtains and went out, stretched out on the bed.It took him a long time to recover from that dazed state.He was really going crazy, when he saw Voldemort licking his lips, he had the urge to pounce on him!The salty taste of blood spread in his mouth, but he didn't want to care about it, his eyes stared straight up.The moment just now seemed to have exhausted all his strength and willpower, and he couldn't even find the voice asking Voldemort why he did this... He could hardly believe that he really refused that sweet temptation.

Harry sighed silently, thinking of the cards that had gone nowhere. It seemed unlikely that Voldemort would return them.Was it because Voldemort didn't want to show himself those things?He thought vaguely.And that possessive kiss just now, the game Voldemort told him before, is that really true?Why he felt Voldemort was doing it was because of his unassuming rage... that strong, overpowering emotion...

Even if the previous stories were all lies, what could they do?Harry thought of that very sadly.He forced himself to think about other things, like the last words Voldemort had just left.What does it mean to thank him for telling him how to be a basic courtesy?

Harry fell asleep in a daze thinking about this question.He knew the answer to that question the next day, and he wished he had never said that to Voldemort.