[HP] Shh, it's a secret

It was just past midnight when I came out of the Room of Requirement, and the corridor was empty and dark, not to mention people, even the ridiculous tapestry on the opposite side could not be seen.Draco put on the invisibility cloak he had just obtained, and drew out his wand under the cloak to use fluorescent flashes.He still wanted to take a look, but it was obvious that there was no one there.

Draco withdrew his wand and turned back down the stairs.At this time, a person came out from the shadow on the other side of the corridor in the opposite direction to Draco's previous look. At the moment, he was standing on the stairs, holding on to the handrail of the stairs and staring down the empty stairs.It was very quiet all around, only the sound of the knocking of leather shoes and the sound of steps, which were so soft that they could hardly be heard, da, da... until they could not be heard, the man turned and left quietly.

If only Draco could have looked up...but he didn't, he just kept his head down and made his way back to the cellar.After closing the bedroom door, Draco released the snake from the bottle and conjured a couch next to the desk.He lowered his head and told the snake that in his bedroom it could transform back and sleep on the newly transformed sofa, but only when he was around.As soon as he finished speaking, the snake's body spun rapidly and turned back into Harry in the blink of an eye.Porter.

"I'm not used to it yet," Harry said to Draco, scratching his hair. "It's great to be able to change back, thanks, um - I sleep here?" He looked awkwardly at the obviously small sofa.

Draco glared at him and started to make the sofa bigger: "I'm going to take a shower, and don't touch my things Potter." After seeing Harry nodding his head in a hurry, Draco pushed the bathroom door away with satisfaction. Door.

Hot water poured down from mid-air, Draco raised his head and closed his eyes tightly.He never imagined that one day he would be in the same room as a Potter and that it would last until Christmas, he thought maybe one day he might be tempted to pull out his wand...it was all so ridiculous.But what else could be done, this was already the best way he could think of.Draco wiped the water off his face with his hands, put on his dressing gown and pushed open the bathroom door.

On the sofa, Harry seemed to have fallen asleep, Draco glanced at him and lightened his steps before letting himself fall on the bed.Despite mental and physical exhaustion, Draco didn't feel sleepy at all.He was thinking about what he should do with the snake tomorrow. It was definitely not a wise choice to stay in this room. We must not underestimate the lions' stabbing skills, especially the one that was sleeping on the sofa.So take it to class?He believed that Potter would raise his hands and feet in agreement, but if it was seen by other students - Draco.Malfoy kept a viper as a pet... ah - he didn't care what students or even professors thought, what mattered was the Dark Lord, how would he explain it if he knew?Said it was because of admiration for him...and Snape, Draco's heart sank a bit, he thought his dear godfather would be able to guess, what should he say then? —Sir, I took Potter into the castle.ha!It's just...

Severus...

Draco sighed and closed his eyes.

"Draco, are you asleep?" A voice came from the side, and it undoubtedly belonged to Harry.Porter's.Draco didn't want to make a sound at all, he thought it would be fine, but unfortunately he underestimated the stubbornness of the savior. "Did you really fall asleep?" He heard Harry mutter after a few seconds of silence.

"Yeah." Draco replied dryly, turning his back to Harry.

"I knew you weren't sleeping," Harry said happily, not feeling Draco's displeasure at all, "I couldn't sleep either, I thought I'd never be able to go back to Hogwarts, even though I didn't say But I'm sure Ron and Hermione thought so too. So thank you Draco, really, thank you."

"I only have a partnership with you, Potter," Draco said bluntly.

"Anyway..." Harry folded his hands on the back of his neck, "Well - it's amazing, the last thing I want to do before this year is to have a fight with you, especially with Dumbledore... I watched you kill I saw him with my own eyes."

Draco couldn't help thinking about the fireworks on the tower that night, and he was silent for a few seconds before saying, "If you want revenge, you can pull out your wand and try Potter."

"No, I didn't think about it a long time ago." Harry said, "Dumbledore wanted to die, I figured it out, otherwise you wouldn't be able to kill him, he's so powerful and you gave him back his wand. "

Draco opened his eyes, and a part of his heart relaxed.He thought again of what Dumbledore had said, that he was not a murderer.Although he didn't want to admit it, that old man really saw it the most thoroughly.

"Wand, Potter?" Draco asked suddenly.

"what?"

"Dumbledore's wand, where did you put it?" Draco asked pretending to be casual.

"It was stolen," said Harry despondently.

Draco was shocked: "What did you say, say it again?"

"It's been stolen, Dumbledore's wand," Harry repeated, "someone while I wasn't looking..."

"Stolen, you said it was stolen?!" Draco jumped up from the bed, stepped on the soft quilt, and his body collapsed, "Damn you, how dare you say it It was stolen! How could you! How dare you!"

Harry was taken aback, his eyes widened and he didn't know what to say for a while, at this moment Draco's face was terribly blue.

As if caught in a previous nightmare, for a moment Draco seemed to see the scarlet eyes of the Dark Lord again.Death is always watching, maybe tomorrow or the next second, a large number of his "colleagues" wearing hoods will break open the door and surround him. Such unpredictable death is exactly what Draco has long cherished. Deeply afraid.

Someone's hand touched the back of his hand, and Draco swung it away, drawing his own wand.

"De... Draco?"

"Potter!" Draco tried his best to retract his wand, "Who, who stole it? Was it... the Dark Lord?" But he couldn't hold back the trembling in his voice.

"I don't know," said Harry quickly, "it's too dark to see, but it's not You-Know-Who."

"no?"

"No," said Harry, "my scar hurts whenever You-Know-Who is near, and I'm pretty sure it's not him."

The tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and Draco felt that he could breathe freely again, and it took about a minute——

"I'm going out for a while." He sat down on the edge of the bed and began to put shoes on his feet. "You stay in the room and don't go anywhere. Change back to Animagus."

Harry nodded obediently, and rarely asked anything else.

Five minutes later, Draco appeared outside Snape's office in the cellar, and another minute later, the door opened automatically, and Snape pulled him in and pushed him onto the sofa.

Snape handed him a goblet filled with red liquid.

Draco didn't say anything, raised his head and drank them all, the liquid sank down his throat into his stomach, some spicy and some sweet.The red wine, the smell of potions, and Snape, everything made Draco feel good, it couldn't be better, and even made him cry again.He didn't want this at all, he didn't want to be in front of a man...it would make him feel weak.But the transparent liquid had overflowed his eye sockets, and he couldn't control it no matter what.

"Thank you," he said, his voice so hoarse that he almost didn't recognize himself.

Snape's eyes flickered, and he sat opposite the young man, taking a sip from his goblet.He didn't speak but waited quietly, he was waiting for the young man to speak up or if the young man didn't want to, he just quietly accompanied him.

"I think I need to clear it up," Draco said after a few minutes, trying to sound relaxed, "May I borrow..."

Snape nodded and signaled him to be casual, then watched the young man put the goblet on the coffee table between the two sofas, stood up and pushed open the secret door next to the fireplace.

The bedroom's own bathroom was almost identical to his old bedroom, and Draco turned on the faucet above the sink.The cold water splashed on his face and also splashed on the opposite mirror, he looked up at himself in the mirror, the face that had lost color due to fear was so ugly that he wanted to throw up.Draco pulled the corner of his mouth hard, then turned off the tap and left the bathroom.

Snape was still sitting where he had been when the door was pushed open, not even an iota of movement had changed.Draco's body paused, and then he pretended to be calm and sat down on the sofa opposite him again.

"Not bad," Snape glanced at him. "Another drink?"

"Thank you." Draco forced a smile, picked up the goblet that had been refilled with red wine on the coffee table, this time he didn't drink it all at once, but took a sip like Snape .

No one spoke, and it seemed that any words at this time were superfluous.As time passed quietly, Draco's mood gradually calmed down, he squinted his eyes and picked up the wine glass and took another sip.The fear dissipated and the confidence was returning.Draco could look at the man opposite with confidence and boldness through the wine glass, and there had never been a moment like this that made him feel that he was not alone.He has forgotten the purpose of his coming here, or maybe he no longer needs it, all he wants is to sit here, quietly, and sit.

There was a grunting sound from the configuration room inside, it was the sound of medicine being boiled.Snape put down his glass and stood up, Draco's eyes following him.

"Go to bed, or get rid of the rest of the toad eggs," Snape said.

Draco stood up, the corners of his lips curling upwards.

"Toad eggs, of course, sir."