[HP] Hogwarts students

Outside the diamond-shaped glass window, there was still thunder and lightning, and heavy rain poured down.The shrill wind whined through the half-closed window, and Harry and I were wrapped in a thin velvet blanket, which was warm enough—even hot.

I held a golden locket in my palm, inlaid with green gemstones, and it could be seen crookedly that it looked like a snake. It was indeed something I found in Black's old house.

However, Harry's eyes were fixed on other places. He curiously reached out and pulled out another necklace. A flat golden snitch was hanging under it, which had a golden reflection in the weak light.

"When did you buy this?" he asked. "I remember you saying you didn't like Quidditch."

My face was a little hot, and I stammered: "Not long ago... I didn't say I didn't like Quidditch, I just wasn't interested enough before."

"Actually, since you took me to ride the Firebolt/Arrow, flying is no longer a problem." I changed the subject deliberately and hastily, "I had such a good time flying that day!"

Now Harry blushed, not joking, I watched him blushing straight to his neck, and cleared his throat more nervously than before: "I think so." Then he asked in a low voice: " Are you not sleepy yet? Take off the necklace and go to bed."

After I nodded in agreement, he reached out and tried to help me take off the necklace and locket, but the sudden approaching breath and temperature made me froze in place. Only then can I understand the pain when my glasses were just taken off benefit feeling.

The moment the locket and necklace were removed, I immediately felt refreshed, without even a little anxiety and worry. I relaxed and let out a breath and looked at him.

Maybe he did it on purpose.When Harry put the string of pendants next to his pillow, a triumphant smile suddenly appeared on his face, as if he had succeeded in revenge.I squinted my eyes to look at him, tentatively stretched my arms around his waist, and pulled him into my arms at once.

"—Kelly?!—" Harry couldn't help crying out, looking down at me in disbelief, and I just looked up at him with an innocent smile, putting an arm and a leg on him: "What's the matter? It's bed time, Harry, don't make such a fuss."

As time went by bit by bit, we almost melted each other into our bodies out of stupid competitiveness, both of us tensed up with embarrassment, but—neither let go.

The sound of the rain became louder and louder, mixed with the sound of each other's heartbeats, and it turned out to be the best hypnotic music. My eyelids became heavier and heavier, and I plunged into his warm chest and fell asleep.

The next morning, I was woken up by Crookshanks' tongue. It licked my cheek with its slightly barbed tongue, which was a little itchy and painful.But when I closed my eyes, I subconsciously thought it was Harry licking me.

This terrible thought woke me up immediately. I opened my eyes instantly. The first thing I saw was Crookshanks' flat face and fluffy ginger hair. When he saw me awake, he let out a soft cry, He jumped off the bed.

After the big fat cat left, I saw that Harry was still fast asleep—even though Crookshanks kept squeezing his face with his body, he was just sleeping with his brows furrowed.

After a night of posture adjustment, the two of us are now in a normal sleeping position, but our hands hidden under the thin blanket are tightly clasped, passing each other's heat.I couldn't help leaning closer to see him when he was asleep, his frowning brows stretched out and he looked very peaceful.

Harry's appearance has changed significantly from the first time I saw him. The first impression of being thin and small has long been overturned, and he has become a tall, muscular adolescent boy with blue spots on his chin. The stubble, the thick black eyebrows are messy - I really want to trim his eyebrows, the face has faded, and he has the appearance of a big boy.

The only thing that hasn't changed much, are his green eyes - eh?Didn't he close his eyes?

"Good morning." Harry blinked in a daze and said in a low voice.

"...Good morning." I pursed my lips and said, seeing that he hadn't reacted yet, I raised my face and pecked at the corner of his mouth, "What time did you sleep last night?"

"It's very late." He yawned again, and let go of his hand, pulling me into his arms like a pillow.I couldn't tell what time it was, so I could only rest my face on his neck, waiting boredly for him to wake up.

"—Crookshanks? Are you here?"

The bedroom door was pushed open suddenly, and Hermione walked into the bedroom muttering.I froze in place as if struck by lightning, watching her find the dresser from the chest of drawers with trepidation.She didn't know if it was covered by the green veil on the top of the bed, but she didn't notice that there were two people lying on the bed, but she focused on looking for various corners, calling Crookshanks' name.

"Did you find them?" Ron's voice also sounded outside the door, and the footsteps getting closer almost seemed to step on my heart.My strangeness finally caught Harry's attention. He moved again, as if he wanted to stretch his waist, but I immediately grabbed his arms tightly and couldn't move.

He was completely awake and gave me a surprised look, but then Hermione's voice made Harry also stiffen: "Who? Kelly? I thought she was downstairs."

"No, I mean Harry and Crookshanks." Ron also came in, and he approached the window and stood with Hermione with his back to us, "Harry wasn't in the room this morning, I thought you I'm looking for him too!"

"..." The two of them suddenly paused, turned their heads to look at each other suddenly, and said in unison, "Kelly/Harry isn't in the room either?!"

I started crossing my fingers and praying for them to get out of the room, sweat beading on Harry's brow.We kept our embracing posture and didn't dare to move at all, for fear that a slight movement would attract their attention.

Don't know what they were muttering under their breath, but - thank God, thank Merlin, thank Crookshanks!I heard a loud meow coming from outside the door, which immediately attracted Hermione's attention: "Crookshanks!" She flew out of the room, followed by Ron, who left the bedroom The door closed with a muffled sound from the door frame.

Harry and I breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and suddenly separated our bodies like two springs.I hurriedly got out of bed and put on my slippers and urged: "Get up, if they can't find us, they have to ask Sirius. I don't want to end up looking for Kelly and Harry on Christmas morning!"

"...I'll lie down for a while," said Harry slowly, wrapping himself in a thin blanket.I sighed anxiously and annoyed: "Now? But they—"

"I'm—not feeling well—" Harry eagerly wanted to push me away, and then pulled the edge of the blanket to cover his red face, "—didn't sleep well last night, let me sleep a little longer, okay? "

Oh well, it was indeed my fault that he didn't sleep well last night.I scratched my head embarrassingly, and nodded guiltily: "I'm sorry, then go to sleep first, I will leave your breakfast alone."

Harry also remained silent when I left the room.I quietly hid deep in the corridor, avoiding Sirius and Lupine coming downstairs, and sneaked back to the room where Hermione slept together.And I had just changed my clothes, and before I had time to comb my hair, Hermione appeared at the door of the room.

"Where have you been?" she asked, holding the lazy Crookshanks in her arms. "I didn't see you when I opened my eyes today. I thought you fell off the bed."

"I had a nightmare last night." I suddenly became a little busy, turned to face the mirror and began to comb my hair, "I didn't want to wake you up—so I found another guest room to sleep in."

"Did you see Harry?" Hermione came closer, Crookshanks' tail wagging and slapping my face. "Ron said he wasn't in bed this morning, too."

"What?—of course not—why, why did you ask me?" I frantically combed and broke several hairs, and stammered.

Hermione said: "Because you two are the only ones missing." She squinted her eyes and looked at me, and for some reason finally decided to let me go: "Come on, I found out where Kreacher is. - your pendant Where's the box?"

Oops!The locket was still under Harry's pillow.I glanced at her guiltily, but Hermione just said, "Or we could bring him the contents of the bag first and give him the locket later."

"Of course!" I happily echoed her, "I just forgot it in another guest room, and I'll bring it to him after breakfast."

When we came downstairs to find Kreacher, he was rummaging eagerly in a chest of drawers.Pale skin drooped on the thin frame, hunched over and tiptoed wholeheartedly flipping through the drawers.

"Kreacher!" cried Hermione in a voice terribly soft, "Merry Christmas."

Kreacher paused, slowly pulled out his upper body from the drawer, and stared back at us with big bloodshot eyes. His eyes deliberately moved past my chest, as if he was checking the existence of the locket.

"...The Mudblood actually talked to Kreacher, it's really shameful... If the mistress knows all these things, she will be so disappointed and sad...Damn it...it's gone too..."

"You are not allowed to call her 'Mudblood!'" At first I looked at him with affection, but Kreacher started insulting others again, "You don't start a friendly conversation by insulting others!"

"..." Kreacher looked even angrier than me, and began to murmur furiously, "Kreacher doesn't have any friendly conversations with Mudbloods—Kreacher is such a useless elf, talking to Mudbloods... ...lost the locket of..."

His eyes were filled with tears, he grabbed the edge of the chest of drawers almost collapsed and began to hit his head: "—Kreacher made a mistake, Kreacher failed to carry out the master's order!—"

"Locket?" I froze, and asked in disbelief, "Whose order—Sirius?"

"What?" Sirius stuck a head in through the door, "What are you talking about?"