[hp] Pure White Age

Grinning pointingly, 【Although you are not helping, if you beg me, I am happy to fuck you here. 】

Ron finally understood the reason for Draco's anger, but he didn't know how the other party was ashamed to be angry.He gritted his teeth: 【Are you fucking sick? !It's you who haven't looked for me for so long! 】

【So I will always find you! 】

The words sounded like they were being squeezed out from the deepest part of your throat.

Ron stared at the person in front of him in surprise, until then he realized how haggard the other person was.The boy's eyes were red, and his skin was morbidly gorgeous. His hands were still hanging around his waist, but his eyes seemed to want to devour him.He had touched this Draco for the first time on a candle-lit night, but today's lover was even stranger.A tsunami of emotions is rolling under this thin, sickly skin and will destroy it.His eyes were finally no longer the look he was obsessed with. Fear choked the original clear gray into a cloud of smoke, but there were still sporadic and inseparable things left there.

Snowflakes from elsewhere fell on Ron's bare shoulders, and he shuddered.Draco's lips moved, and finally helped him straighten his clothes with a ferocious force.They stood within reach of each other, but there seemed to be a layer of glass between them.

Ron wasn't sure if he should go back to the Great Hall or stay here.His body was on the verge of losing control.He couldn't think anymore, but he was still trying to figure out what was going on.In this relationship, it is the other party who is hot and cold, and he is the one who is on call, and he is the first to express love. What misunderstandings are there?What does it mean to be "I'll find you forever"?

However, those details that were once overlooked are being revived in memory.Meal time is always inadvertent eye contact; the news from the owl; the date room; the most beautifully packaged Christmas present; the inexplicable stare before the kiss; the provocation after a long absence;

Some things are hard for him to recognize because the other has made him a habit before love.Get used to the other party's control, think that the other party is used to control, but don't realize the unspeakable expectations that are carefully hidden behind it.

Draco Malfoy is a coward.

Snowflakes fell on the lips of the blond boy. 【Are you going to freeze to death or let me fuck. 】He stared at him coldly, and spit out the most vicious words from his pretty lips, 【If you don't want to do it, just fucking disappear from my eyes immediately. 】

A well-timed moan came from behind the bushes.The other party smiled mockingly: [Maybe it will be more enjoyable to change the taste tonight. ] Despite this, he still stood where he was, with his eyes fixed on him.Ron took a deep breath.Merlin, why did he feel that the other party really didn't want him here?His EQ was as good as Rolf's.

So he put his arms around Draco's neck and pressed his lips against Draco's neck before he pressed his lips together and pushed his shoulders away to leave.He clumsily pecked at the nape of the other's neck, the side of the ears and the corners of the mouth, just like what the other party often did to him.The body in his arms was a little stiff, and Ron reached out and stroked his waist. [Let's go to the room. 】He said softly,【I miss you very much. 】

This sentence is like a curse.Ron smelled the breath of temptation in the air, and the other party's breathing was messed up, and he was trying to calm down. [Don't lie, weasel.You never let the owl find me. ] When he spoke again, the other party looked calm, but the slight tremor at the end of the words could not be concealed. 【...And you told Granger about the club and told her to find me.You doubt me so much, why don't you dare to speak clearly? 】

[Hermione went to the club?I don't know—] Ron tried to break free from his arms, but his shoulders were firmly held down. [Okay, it doesn't matter. ] After a long time, he heard the other party say, 【Say what you just said again. 】

【……what? 】

[Say you miss me...whether it's true or not. 】

The warm breath clung to his ear, the person who had been warning him "don't lie" just a second ago no longer sought the truth.

[You are a complete fool, Draco Malfoy.I love you, and I miss you so much, I didn’t go to you because I thought you weren’t going to find me anymore, well, I would be a fool if that’s the case...]

They start kissing.The emotional backlog of nearly a month has finally been released.Ron really felt that it was his own poison that he was kissing, pleasure bubbling from his chest like the bubbles in a sweet drink, the light crackle filling his head.

Between breaths, their noses touched each other.Ron likes kissing and touching, and the sense of loss of control during sex. However, he cherishes the present moment even more. If there is a distance that seems to be like a butterfly with gentle wings, he does not know when it will be lost quietly.He raised his eyes, and the eyelashes of the two lightly touched and then separated.

[I heard Snape was here just now. 】

[He has already left, and the professor knows about us. 】The other party smiled feebly, 【Actually... I'm going to receive the last Occlumency tutorial tonight, so I can't go to the room... Wait for my news tomorrow, okay? 】

【All right. 】Ron rubbed his head against the other party's neck in dissatisfaction. He soon realized that he seemed to be acting like a baby, and stood upright embarrassedly, but his ears were quietly warming up.

The lover's low smile came from the ear.Ron coughed: [Don't laugh. ] But in exchange for a more pleasant response, Ron kicked the opponent's calf in embarrassment: [So are you going back to dance with Parkinson? 】

The genuine joy on Draco's face disappeared in an instant.Ron lowered his head, thinking angrily that he didn't mean to annoy the other party, he just wanted to be dissatisfied.

【Do not. 】

Ron's hand was grabbed, and the other party led him like this and ran towards the corridors of Hogwarts-a scene that was once imagined.They passed through the bright auditorium, singing and dancing behind the concealed door, cups and cups intertwined, but they were not envious, they had each other.

Draco led him to a cramped corridor, the flames on the wall were burning brightly, warming the tide of emotion in his body.Ron tore off his collar impatiently, but hesitated in the middle: [I think you are too late...]

The other party did not speak.The blond boy caressed his waist, then knelt down silently, raised his head and looked into his eyes.

Ron held his breath, realizing what the other party was going to do.He tried his best to bite his lower lip so as not to let out a premature moan. Merlin must know that a look from his lover is enough for him to surrender.

[You don't have to force it...] He shook his head in confusion.

[You want this. 】

The red-haired boy in front of him was very familiar.Surprise, shame, and pleasure flashed in those tender blue eyes, concealed by hastily drawn golden lashes.The robe that he had ridiculed in public fit strangely on the boy's body. Behind the unbuttoned was the other's collarbone that was shining with warmth.

Desires forcibly suppressed by inhibitors are recurring.Draco couldn't help licking his lips, enduring the obscene images in his mind, and reached into the hem of his gown to unbutton the other's pants.The half-erect genitals bounced out and were covered under the pubic hair, secreting bright mucus.The sight before him and the sweet smell of roses bombarded his senses, robbing his sanity.He stroked the other's buttocks and ate it into his mouth.At this moment, the dignity and arrogance he once regarded as life were completely destroyed, and only love and pleasing remained in his mind.Now all he hopes to get is a pleasant moan, he clearly knows what he trampled on in exchange for a few years of indulgence and pleasure, the terrible thing is that he is content with it.

The boy was breathing like drowning, sweet moans leaking from his lips from time to time, that part was fully erect.Draco only tentatively licked the front end at first, and now, he tried to put it into the warm mouth, and there was a suppressed cry from above.A hand ran into his hair, making him swallow even deeper.

Ron bit his palm tightly, feeling that every pore of his lower body was burning.He suppressed his lover's head uncontrollably, eager for him to eat more.Soon, a strong stimulus hit his brain, scorching his thinking, leaving only a large blank.

Ron threw his head back, banging it against the wall.The sweet and greasy sweat stuck his hair to his skin and mouth, but he couldn't care less, breathing heavily like a victim surfacing.

The other party spat out the remaining semen in his mouth, stood up, and chanted the mouth freshening spell to himself.As he did this, Ron didn't know where to look in shame.At this moment, he realized that the other party's genitals were also erect, and the other party pursed his mouth and shook his head at him.Ron stubbornly pulled him closer again, reaching out to soothe him.

After it was all done, they leaned on each other and breathed quietly, like every time before.Ron lowered his eyelids, listening to the other party's steady heartbeat and the faint singing in the auditorium.I don't know who held whose hand first, who hugged whose waist first, their bodies cuddled together and swayed gently with the music.

Really wish the world stopped tonight.

However, the other party finally slowly left his embrace. 【I have to go. 】He spoke very slowly, rubbing his fingers on Ron's lips, as if to smooth out the lines on it, which was his favorite action.

【Ron. 】

【how? 】

【...You said you love me. 】

【Yes. 】Ron gently kissed his lover's warm fingertips with his lips, 【I love you. 】

[I want to know how far it goes. 】

Ron couldn't help laughing: [You want me to talk sweet words?I'm not good at this...]

[If I run away, will you be with me? ] The other party interrupted him, showing some urgency.

Ron blinked in confusion. 【Where are you going to escape? 】

[Anywhere, as long as it's not Hogwarts and...] The other party stopped speaking. [Forget it,] He rubbed his forehead, looking a little tired, [Think I didn't say anything. 】

【are you uncomfortable? 】

[Often headaches.I think it's a side effect of Occlumency...it's actually fine. ] The other party finally added.He took a deep look at him: [It's almost time. 】

Ron nodded, giving his lover a final hug. [Don't make yourself too tired, okay?Nothing is more important than your health. 】He pressed his mouth on Draco's shoulder and made a muffled sound.The other party hesitated for a moment and kissed the side of his neck.

He really didn't want the other party to leave.But when he thought of meeting tomorrow, Ron's mood improved a little. 【Tomorrow... I want to try that for you too. 】He touched the back of the other party's neck unnaturally,【This is only fair. 】

【Do you fucking want me to go? 】The other party's response seemed exasperated, but turned into a gentle sigh at the end.Ron's chin was pinched, and the other party dropped his lips, the farewell of this last kiss.

In the end, he was the only one left in the corridor.Ron lowered his head and adjusted his clothes quietly. The temperature of his lover seemed to still remain in his body.Looking away, he moved to the corridor on the first floor, where the music was still going on, and Ron wondered if he should go back.

The snow stopped.Moonlight casts shadows of buildings on the ground.

Ron's blood suddenly turned cold.He gripped the banister of the stairs firmly and walked down step by step.

The black shadow under the pillar changed, and a figure he was most familiar with appeared from behind the pillar.

【Ha...Harry? 】

The friend's green eyes stared earnestly at the tip of his shoe.

Something was about to happen, yet his throat was blocked.

☆、Chapter60 Christmas Ball (3)

The moonlight above the head faintly illuminates the corridor outside the auditorium, indifferent to the emotions that are about to happen and are happening.In this quietness, the friend became a stranger, and he became dizzy. This is what the two of them thought of at the same time.

Ron didn't know if he should take the initiative to speak, after all, the black-haired boy was looking down at the toes of his shoes, and his lips were tightly pressed together.Like when Snape called him up to answer a question, like when he asked him to dance.There was no doubt that they were on good terms, but Ron, now in his third year, could no longer say he knew Harry Potter.

Why doesn't he say something?Why didn't he rush up to him and the blond Slytherin while they were kissing, grab either of them by the collar and question or shake their fists?

Yes, he deserved whatever his friend wanted to do to him now, because he was with his friend's nemesis, the only Malfoy son, and a future Death Eater.But...why did Harry have that disqualified look on his face?

【You've been out for too long. ] said Harry suddenly. [I'm a little worried about you. 】

A surge of guilt surged into Ron's heart.After a few seconds, he nodded numbly: [Sorry, I'm about to go back. 】The other party raised the corner of his mouth cooperatively, but his expression was bitter.

That's not the way it should fucking be.He was like a person who decided to die before the guillotine fell, but was tied up all the time, feeling confused, frightened, and fooled.Such hazy situations are not his forte.

So he took another step closer, so that his friend overlapped with his shadow on the wall, and Harry instinctively leaned back, pursing his lips again when he realized what he had done.The flames burned vigorously around them.

【Did you see it? 】

Asking questions in a soft voice is like throwing stones into the middle of the lake, but it doesn't get the waves you want.Harry stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets, something murmured in his throat.It's weird, like the best friend is the one who should be nervous.

【...Yes, I saw it. 】

The guillotine is slowly descending, approaching his head.Ron breathed a sigh of relief, feeling another painful churning in his stomach.He opened his mouth, but the thoughts in his mind were chaotic, where should he start to explain?Is it mint and roses, Christmas, "partners during the adaptation period"; or the Quidditch World Cup, the club room; or pretending to be tit-for-tat, deciding to leave and return again and again——

[Actually, I have already felt it. 】

Ron's thoughts were cut off.He froze with his mouth open, as if it would help him understand what his friend was saying.

[I should have guessed earlier, shouldn't I? 】Harry shrugged, showing a relaxed expression, 【You often stay with him, prepare gifts for him early at Christmas, and help him talk in front of Cedric... You don’t want to dance with girls, you’d rather stay with him Drinking a drink aside, and he is gay...God,] the friend covered his eyes with his hands, and smiled softly, 【I'm so stupid. 】

【Harry. ] Ron called out his friend's name, and he didn't know why he did it.Perhaps it was because the guillotine that was attached to his neck suddenly disappeared, turning into a poisonous feather, itching the wound as if there was nothing; maybe it was because he realized in a trance that the panoramic view of the corridor could not be seen from behind the pillars, while another One was very similar to what Draco was wearing tonight.

Maybe it was because Harry was laughing, trying to show that it wasn't a big deal, without letting him look him in the eye.

[Too many hints, but I didn't think about it at all.Maybe it's because... I feel like you'd be the first to tell me if that was the case. 】

【Harry...】

[Don't be sorry, Ron, this is your freedom. 】Harry's chest heaved violently,【I should respect your choice whoever you like.You're my best friend and Justin is a great guy... Ron, what's wrong with you? 】

Ron leaned against the wall, shaking his head in pain.Not [Justin], no. 【Best Friend】That's right.He never thought that one day, a friendly name and a lucky title would overwhelm him.He shouldn't have lied to Harry, shouldn't have involved Justin, but he couldn't even name that person.Otherwise all those post-curfew dates and kisses behind the Potions classroom door would be for naught, and he had to admit he was a coward.

[That's not Justin. ] He said with difficulty, determined not to cause any trouble to the simple brown-haired boy, 【It's just... a random person, we...】 He couldn't go on, Merlin knew what a mistake he had made.

Harry's eyes widened for a split second, then slowly turned pale, as if he had swallowed hundreds of slugs.He looked at Ron with a strange look, including his raised hair and loose neckline, as if today was the first day he knew him.All of a sudden, the black-haired friend put the sentimental aura of his body into the box, leaving only complete alienation and indifference.

[So you are just playing around? 】The friend said, with a cold voice that Ron had never heard before.Before Ron tried to speak, he interrupted him: [Or is this a rule in your circle?Can you help people with sex casually? 】

Harry didn't know why the hell he cared, but the truth was he was mad with rage.It didn't feel right, especially after the visual shock and the weird sour rot. [What is why, I should fucking care. ] he said to himself.For a moment, Harry felt that he wanted to punch his friend with his head down, and then grabbed him by the collar and told him——It was hard for Justin to accept it. How many people have shared this kind of thing?Well he knew there were "that" people in school, but Ron Weasley couldn't be, fuck freedom, fuck respect.

There was another moment when he felt that he wanted to cover his eyes with his hands to block his friend's face, but he knew that was a sign of cowardice.Why can't they look directly at the problem? 【tell him. ] He said to himself in his heart, 【Tell Ron how you really feel, don't waste time on the cold war like before.Tell him you don't care about his sexuality, all you care about is that he's dishonest and... too casual for that kind of thing. 】

【Harry. 】My friend's voice broke in the air, 【You... Shall we go back to the prom?I'll take the opportunity to explain everything if you're willing to listen. 】

[Now is an opportunity. ] Harry replied.He took a step in the direction of his friend, grabbed his hand and walked out of the corridor.The friend didn't expect it, the dress robes of the two rubbed against each other, and they separated immediately.Both of them were breathing less than usual, the dance, the music, the smiling faces of the girls were out of Harry's mind at the moment, what couldn't get out of his mind was another scene: the wall, the fire, the friend standing side by side with another man stand.The man's face is blurred, but his friend's face is very clear.His bright hair stuck to his skin, his neck and earlobes were flushed, his golden eyelashes trembled, and he put his arms around the head of the man in front of him—

Realizing how weird the scene in front of him was, Harry threw away his friend's hand in a panic. The fairy's fluorescent light fell around them, and clear water gurgled from the fountain, kissing the air after the snow.

Ron twisted the lace of the gown tightly with his fingers, and he also liked to pull the corners of the test paper when he couldn't do a question, but he wouldn't feel the pain and embarrassment like today.The name hung between his teeth, crumbling under Harry's gaze.

[When did you find yourself...? 】

It took Ron some time to put the words out of Harry's mouth into sentences, and slowly understand them.Oh yes, now he understands, and he has to tell the truth.

[First grade, not long after Christmas. 】

[That's early, so you didn't intend to tell me or Hermione for two years - oh, sorry. ] Harry apologized to him lightly, even though it sounded more like a sarcasm.The two were silent for a while, and the friend spoke again: [But I have never smelled you, and neither has anyone else. Have you been using inhibitors since the first grade?Or—Merlin——] He suddenly realized something, took a deep breath, and Ron closed his eyes in despair, like a prisoner waiting to be executed.

But he waited for nothing, only the soft rustle of the wind against the rose bushes.Ron opened his eyes, and Harry was standing in front of him, studying him with those green eyes.His friend's gaze swept over his hair, his eyes, his nose and lips that were red from the cold, and finally fell on his bare neck. Ron's heart sank with this gaze, but he never avoided it.

Harry took a step back, bringing the distance between them back to that of ordinary friends.Through the moonlight, Ron noticed that his friend's right hand had unconsciously clenched into a fist. [I don't want to lie to you, I can't accept it. ] His voice gradually became agitated, 【What annoys me the most is that you never treat our friendship sincerely!I'll tell you everything, my parents, the piss I got at my aunt's house, the scar on my forehead... I've been looking for girls to help you with dance dates, even if they wear Malfoy badges!I'm afraid you think I'm funny, how about it, the "famous" Harry Potter is being played around by you! 】

[I didn't, Harry!I'm just afraid that you won't accept it, because I'm too bad, I just don't dare to...] Ron subconsciously grabbed Harry's sleeve, but was quickly thrown away. 【You are really bad. 】After a long struggle, the guillotine finally fell completely,【Maybe we should all rethink this friendship. 】

Ron froze.There was coldness, disgust, and maybe pain in Harry's eyes, and he couldn't tell the difference.He just stood there, vaguely hearing someone stop Harry, say something passionately, and Harry brushed the man's shoulder and left.

[That is the famous Harry Potter? ] The voice floated to his ears.Ron didn't answer, what Harry said just now was still in his mind, yes, he didn't deserve to be Harry Potter's friend, he was too bad.

[Hey, I'm talking to you, redhead. 】The voice said again, Ron tilted his head weakly, and the beautiful boy he glimpsed out of the corner of his eye was very strange, and he didn't seem to be a student of Hogwarts.He pushed away the hand that was about to be placed on his shoulder, and walked slowly towards the tower.

But three 10 minutes ago, it was a good Christmas.Three and ten minutes later, however, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter are no longer best friends.

☆、Harry Extra Story (2)

Harry did like Cho Chang, but that was before she showed up in the dance studio holding Cedric's hand.He danced so badly that day that he frequently made Professor McGonagall frown, and was like a clumsy toad next to the tall and handsome Cedric.

It was also after the rehearsal that day that he saw Ron and the curly-haired Badger Yard boy walking from the grass. The red-haired friend put his hand on Finlayley's shoulder naturally, and the other hand held the cake. It was more harmonious than imagined, but Harry's mood was not as peaceful as imagined.

Maybe it's because it's Justin Finliery.He was different from the "boy" Harry knew, whether it was his voice or his mannerisms.Harry also didn't forget that after he used Parseltongue to save the other party, the other party didn't appreciate him at all, and even talked about him behind his back.

Ron, however, seemed to hit it off with him.For some unknown reason, he pretended to be happy to stop them, and wanted Ron to go back to the dormitory with him.However, Ron refused, and the red-haired friend showed him that Justin was in a bad state with kind but helpless eyes.At that moment, Harry wanted to tell him that he needed him too. As a best friend, Ron had to accompany him to have dinner, chat with him to pass the time, and even do some stupid things together to divert his attention when he was hurt by love.But before he could say those words, his ears turned red quietly.

What is this?He sounded downright weaker than Justin, Harry thought as he walked back alone.He maintained a perfect demeanor in front of everyone, but his mood didn't get better because of it, on the contrary it got worse.Hermione talked about Rolf with them, and his and Qiu Zhang's progress was often discussed. However, in all the scenes in my impression, the red-haired friend was always lazily lying on the desk, listening with a smile, A wisecrack from time to time, but never a shared self.Subconsciously, Harry thought that his friend was just too naive and hadn't fallen in love with anyone. He was not even mature, and Harry had never smelled Ron.Yet there have been sporadic moments over the past three years when Harry can't help wondering if he's guessed wrong, that Ron Weasley must be hiding a secret that he and Hermione haven't shared, and whether he'll share it with Fern. What about Leary?

The steps under his feet were a little messy, and Harry wasn't sure whether he wanted to go back to the empty dormitory immediately or roam around the noisy campus. He was also not sure: was he angry that Ron had a secret?Or angry that he cares about the other party more than the other party cares about him?Maybe it's selfish to judge Ron's friendship like this, with whom he shared his family and all his adventures, but...

But that is not enough.

Harry stopped.The other party cared less about him than he cared about the other party, and he just knew it.Would Ron be angry because he was late or lied?Will he be secretly disappointed that he didn't give him the most thoughtful gift?Would he hold back and invite the girls who wore the Malfoy badge because he couldn't find a partner?

The laughter of the girls lingered around Harry, but he wished he could ride Buckbeak to the other side of the world and shout/yell loudly at the cliffs or the waves.Why should Ron be like him? My friend has done a lot. It's because he is too sensitive sometimes, isn't he?Harry shook his head, trying to get the sentimental thoughts of the humid air out of his head, and got serious about finding a partner.Yes, everyone said that he won the highest score in the first item, he should be confident enough to invite a good-looking girl instead of thinking about his ordinary friends.

The whole school knew what happened later, and he invited Louise, the beauty of Beauxbatons.When Louise agreed to him, the envious comments and booing from the people around him really made him happy. However, on the way back to the dormitory, with every step firmly into the soil, those dreamy emotions were also stamped out like bubbles. When he stood in front of the bedroom door, there was nothing but blankness and emptiness left in his heart.

[Harry? 】

【I invited Louise from Beauxbatons. 】

[Oh,] His buddy shifted his head to the right of the pillow to watch him approach, his brilliant red hair disheveled on the white pillowcase.He obviously hasn't woken up yet, he sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes, as if he was still a sleepy little boy in the first grade, but his voice was tinged with a hoarseness unique to teenagers, and it seemed gentle in the quiet space: [That's good.She's about as pretty as Fleur, isn't she? ] As he spoke, he smiled.

His happiness was completely gone.Harry hated Ron Weasley, but couldn't find a reason to hate him. 【That's right, I didn't expect that I would succeed either. ] Ron was still sitting on the bed, listening quietly, just like every time before.Harry's breath came short, and he realized he had lost interest in talking about it.

He couldn't remember the conversation after that clearly, or he would rather forget how he stabbed Ron's self-esteem in a vengeful way, but then made up for it clumsily, making Ron show that forgetful smile again.Later they began to dance, from flippant to serious, from imitation to practice.The light in the dormitory was not bright enough, but Harry liked the current atmosphere, the playfulness in the blue eyes gradually disappeared, and the corners of the raised lips hid in the shadows with the slow sideways, and were found again.

The heat from the opponent's fingers spread into Harry's heart. At this moment, he seemed to grasp something, a fact that he had never grasped before.

☆、Chapter61 turning point

Ron didn't go back to his bedroom the night of the Yule Ball.Thanks to his date with Draco, he knew where not to be found by the prefects, and this night he sat on the magic staircase in his thin robes, watching the moon outside the window.It was hard, of course, but he was even more afraid that he would have to face Harry again after dawn.

He deliberately waited until the first class was about to start before returning to the dormitory and changing back into his school uniform.Harry's bed was still the same as the night before, and Ron couldn't tell how he felt.

He gave up breakfast and walked into Professor McGonagall's classroom before the official class started.Hermione sat in the front row as usual, and Harry was joking with a boy from the same school that Ron didn't know well. Ron was sure Harry heard his footsteps, but his friend didn't look back at him.

All the seats seemed to be filled, and Professor McGonagall glanced at him, then at Harry.Ron had a splitting headache, and if he hadn't eaten anything since last night, he would probably throw up in the aisle.

[Weasley! 】

He raised his head, and Lavender Brown was waving to him. The seat next to her was vacant for some reason, but Ron couldn't care less about it. The current Lavender was ten thousand times more beautiful than Fleur in his eyes. He quickly walked over and sat down, Professor McGonagall waved his wand, and the students' transfiguration homework flew from their schoolbags and desktops to the podium. Harry didn't have to hand in his homework because he participated in the Warriors Tournament, and he didn't even have to come Attend class.

Did Harry want reconciliation as much as he did?Even just a little bit?This thought caused Ron to miss several of Lavender's accosts, causing the blond girl to smile awkwardly, while he just pinched the corners of the book over and over with his curled fingers, looking in Harry's direction from time to time.

After class was finally over, Ron quickly closed his book and stood up, before Lavender called his name and walked to the front row of the classroom.Harry was still packing his schoolbag slowly, Ron took a deep breath and put his hand on the other's table.

【Harry. 】

The black-haired boy didn't look up, and his hands kept moving.The Lion House students who hadn't left the classroom were more or less paying attention to the situation here. Ron ignored the eyes glued to his back, squatted down and grabbed Harry's arm, and Harry didn't shake him off like last night , which is a good sign.

[Listen to me, please, Harry. ’ Ron begged, ‘Let me explain everything.Things are not what you think they are...please. 】

Harry paused, and looked sideways at him. Those clear green eyes made Ron want to cry.His voice is almost speechless, and the pain, exhaustion and psychological torture are about to crush him, and Harry Potter is the only person who can give him redemption.

Harry put the last book in his bag. [Sometimes, no, many times, I can't understand you at all, Ron. ] His tone was very calm, but Ron knew how to distinguish the subtle tremors at the end, 【Do you really think of me as your best friend? 】

【always like this. ] Ron replied eagerly, at this moment he made an astonishing decision, 【Are you going to Dumbledore right away?So... can I wait for you on the school lawn?Believe me one last time, I'll tell you the truth. 】

Harry looked at him calmly, and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth bitterly: 【The truth. 】He didn't say anything more, just picked up his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom, but Ron knew that Harry would go, his friend was a person who needed love and was gentle at heart, which is why he had to stop cheating.

Until the classroom was empty, Ron slowly stood up.Before he could tell Harry the truth, he had to explain it to his lover - and he was firmly opposed to revealing this relationship to those close to them.Ron knew that what Draco was really afraid of was the attitude of Lucius Malfoy. The head of the Malfoy family probably had already noticed this, but he hadn't taken any action so far. Now they were walking on the tip of the knife every step of the way.Even so, Ron decided to reveal the truth to Harry.

He passed groups of laughing students and walked down the corridor in the direction of the Slytherin lounge.If there was no date, Draco would always go back to the lounge with his party to rest.Ron leaned his back against the cold wall, covered his heart with his hands, and panted in a low voice. He seemed to be really seriously ill, and his whole body seemed to be dying. He had an illusion that the pain on his neck began last night. The necklace was constantly torturing his nerves, emitting a cold light, but he kept his promise to Sirius and still kept it on his chest. [It used to be all right after a while,] Ron thought to himself, [this time it just lasted a little longer. 】

A touch of light gold slid across his peripheral vision, and Ron tried to pull himself together, opened his misty blue eyes, and watched his lover and two classic followers coming this way.Ron blinked in his direction, and the other party quickly picked up the signal.

【We