[HP] Shh, it's a secret

"Ouch—" there was a terrible sound of vomiting.

This was followed by the sound of the flush toilet being activated.

He took out his wand and flicked it lightly in the air. It was already ten o'clock in the evening. Draco turned his head slightly and glanced in the direction of the bathroom. Potter had vomited in it for almost half an hour.What a bad night, Draco thought to himself, as he sat limply on the bed, his face pale; there was a wall, Harry.Potter was spitting in the bathroom.

At that time, when I thought of the wriggling litter that was just born...

Draco swallowed, suppressing the nausea rising from the bottom of his stomach.There was the sound of the doorknob turning in his ear, following the sound Draco turned his head and only saw Harry.Potter opened the door to reveal an arm and half of his face.

"Are you all right, Potter?"

"I'm afraid it's not very good," Harry smiled wearily at Draco, "I don't think I'll have to eat for the next few days... Ugh—" Harry leaned against the door and raised his hand to cover it He stopped talking, and after a while he put his hand down, "I'm sorry, I thought I had finished vomiting."

"Turn to the bathroom later, you can continue," Draco said understandingly.

"No, no need. In fact, I have already vomited, five, one is not less. Thankfully my Animagus is a snake, you only need to swallow it raw, you don't need to chew it." Harry barely supported his body, He said with a smile, quite a bit of self-ridicule.

Draco also smiled: "I think what you should really be grateful for is the size of your Animagus. If it is bigger, it may not be as simple as a newborn mouse; it is even bigger... Think about lying on the ground tonight. The ones you have, and think of Nagini."

Nagini's plump belly immediately came to Harry's mind, and his face, which was already whiter than the wall that had just been painted, was a little whiter.

"I thought you were somewhat sympathetic, Draco," Harry said desperately.

"I'm just stating the facts." Draco curled his lips viciously.

Harry rolled his eyes, shuffled his feet back to the sofa, and lay down straight on his stomach.

"Have I ever said before that you're a complete asshole?"

"More than once," Draco said, grinning a not-so-good smile when he saw Harry glaring at him with his 'new growth' brown eyes, "I thought You remember Mr. Potter, we have been hostile to each other for six full years."

"Ah - yeah, it was like a dream, Draco. Malfoy turned out to be a good guy." Harry sighed and rolled over.

"It was a dream, Harry. Potter knows how to bear it," Draco countered. "How did you do it? I thought you'd at least take a bite."

"Bite? I want to, too, but it's not easy, it's not easy..." said Harry.

"what?"

"I was Draco the snake," Harry sat up, looked at Draco and said seriously, "Snakes have no resistance to Parseltongue, remember the one you released in the second-year dueling club?" A poisonous snake?"

Draco nodded.

"It was going to attack Justin," Harry continued, "I said 'go away' to him, and although he didn't answer, I could feel him obeying immediately. I am the same today as I was before, which is kind of impressive I couldn't be happy either, of course, I should have been quite happy at the time, or—" Harry pursed his lips strangely, "excited."

"Excited? It means that not only did you not have the idea of ​​​​resisting at the time, but you were also excited?"

"Yeah - not at all, but terribly excited." Harry said with a wry smile.

"How could it be? Don't you have any sense of being a wizard?" Draco asked, and suddenly he blinked his eyes as if trying to understand something, "You were... Occlumency?"

Harry nodded.

"A big improvement, congratulations Potter, you finally got your brain under control." Draco said in his best teasing tone.He thought Harry would refute, but he didn't expect that the other party not only did not refute, but accepted his thanks graciously.Draco lowered his eyelids, war makes people grow, he and Potter are the best examples.

Neither of them spoke for a while, and only a few seconds later, Draco pulled out his wand and turned off the lights on the ceiling.The whole room suddenly went dark.Draco slid down a bit, resting his head on the pillow.Soon, there was a sound of even breathing on the sofa next to him, and a thought suddenly popped up in Draco's mind - the Sorting Hat really didn't sort Potter into the wrong house, he was born with rough nerves.

For some reason, Draco felt finally relieved.He was afraid, as evidenced by his pretending to be relaxed before and the eagerness to extinguish the lights just now, he was afraid that if Potter would bring up what happened later.In the looming green light of the Black Lake, the gorgeous drawing room of Malfoy Manor once again appeared in front of his eyes——

"Ah——Severus, you are late, and you can Apparate directly in front of Voldemort a minute earlier."

"Owner?"

"Crucio (Crucio) - for being late." The red light hit the man who had just stepped into the parlour, knocking him to his knees on the floor.The person who punished stretched his sullen face at the pale face and moaning/groaning of the punished person, and after a few minutes, the punishment stopped.

"It's not the first time you've been late Severus, you're wasting my tolerance my friend, tell me a reason to watch this time."

"The first Apparation was blocked Master." Snape rolled up his sleeves, his arms were covered with dark brown wounds, exactly the same as those on the corpses on the ground.

Draco couldn't remember what kind of mood he felt when he saw those scars, it was completely indescribable, and naturally, it was completely impossible to repeat now.He should be happy, gloating, or sorry if Snape hadn't noticed that the anomaly had Apparated in the drawing room like those idiots before him... but not at all!

There must be something wrong, and his seemingly normal but disordered memory must have something to do with Snape, Draco vaguely felt.

"The mysterious man asked me to spy on you." In the darkness, Harry said suddenly.

Draco took a breath and shoved Severus away.Snape threw his brains out.

"I know." He said quietly.

"You know? Oh - you just know, I just wanted to remind you that he doesn't trust you," Harry added cautiously.

"Yeah." Draco replied.

Do not trust?

of course.

So what if he killed Dumbledore, since his father "died"... Slytherin knows best that Slytherin will take revenge, and he also knows about Horcruxes.The Dark Lord had never stopped watching him—the Carlos, Aunt Bella, Snape...and maybe Vincent.Crabbe, and now Porter.

Porter!

Draco grinned silently as the Dark Lord ordered the Savior to watch over the Death Eaters.

Merlin is indeed an out-and-out lunatic!

"You really... like men?" Harry's voice hesitated.

"Shut up, Potter!" Draco said, distraught.

He likes men, how is it possible? !

The next day, Draco looked at Miss Parkinson who was leaning against him, and his thoughts became more firm.

But whether his heart is consistent with his thoughts, the facts can prove——

One night a week later, after curfew, Draco appeared in front of the portrait of the Gryffindor witch on the eighth floor of the castle.

"Oh—it's you again, little Slytherin villain, go, get out of here! Get out of here!" The witch who had been yelled at twice by him at the beginning yelled loudly at him. she.

Draco frowned: "I have something to ask."

"Get out, do you hear me, get out!" the witch yelled, "I won't make the same mistake a third time, twice is stupid enough—oh—you don't know how the fat women laughed at me , all gone, and I'm the only one left - get out! It's all your fault, you dirty Slytherin! I won't say anything, I won't say anything!"

Draco gripped his wand tightly, and he even had the ridiculous idea of ​​wanting to Legilimency a portrait.His anomaly and the wand in his hand were immediately noticed by the witch in the portrait who was fully alert: "Don't even try to yell at me with a tongue lock, I got help from the principal, see," she said from her clothes He took out a pendant from his collar, "For those who deal with jinxes, don't worry, put away your wand, shameless brat, bah." She spat in the direction where Draco was standing.

In normal times, Draco would have thrown it in pieces.But at this moment, he didn't do anything, as if he was in a daze. "Principal? You mean the principal?" His ears twitched. "Did he give the password?"

The witch's eyes widened suddenly, and then she took out her small fan to cover her face and turned to one side, as if to hide.

"I didn't say anything."

Draco ignored her, he stared at his toes, his face was slumped, and his body trembled slightly.

"You—are you all right?" the witch asked softly from behind the fan.

Draco looked up at her, then turned away until his figure was completely enveloped in darkness—

"Oh—my God!" The witch suddenly slumped in the picture frame, and she didn't realize that her fan fell on her skirt.What kind of eyes are those, sinister, like an awl...

Someone stepped out of another shadow.

"Principal! Oh—Principal!" The witch scrambled to her feet from the ground, leaning on the edge of the picture frame closest to Snape, "I didn't say anything, I really didn't say anything. You let me go back to the Gryffindor common room, I don't want to be here again, even if the fat woman laughs at me to death, I don't want to be here anymore!"

Snape didn't say anything, just looked in the direction where Draco disappeared, with a complicated look on his face.

The author has something to say: Today is a bit late, eh!