[HP] Shh, it's a secret

It's been a week since Halloween, and during this past week, life has looked the same as before—classes, classes, waking up, going to bed.Only those who paid special attention to Draco saw the change, and the young man was in a good mood, even though he was still as silent and expressionless as before.This also includes the floor-to-ceiling round mirror that will suddenly crack. It is no longer obsessed with laughing at Draco's dark circles, but instead admires his good spirit.

Draco's spirit is really good these days, which is naturally due to adequate sleep, and of course there are some other inhumane reasons.Like now Draco is leaning against the door, uh-uh-thinking about some headmaster in black.On the opposite side not far from him, Gryffindor's golden trio are gathering to exchange information and discuss countermeasures. This has been agreed since they met last time. They will meet every three days. In this magical room on the eighth floor of the castle.

"...Christmas, it can't be too late," said Harry.

"Oh - Christmas - less than two months -" Ron reached out and scratched his cheek.

"I think... Is it too hasty? After all, we don't know where the gold cup is. It's too risky..." Hermione stood in the middle with her arms crossed, "Malfoy, what do you think?"

All three pairs of eyes looked at Draco for a moment, and Draco didn't react until at least three seconds had passed.

"What?" he asked bluntly, as if his mind-wandering was a natural thing to do.

Ron froze for a moment, then rolled his eyes at the ceiling.

"Talking about Christmas plans." Harry patted Ron on the shoulder and sat down next to him.

"Plan?" Draco switched legs to brace himself. "Christmas?"

"Let's put it this way," Hermione sat down on the newly transformed straight-backed chair, "Harry is going to kill You-Know-Who's big snake when you bring him back to Malfoy Manor at Christmas, and if possible he will He intends to destroy the Jinbei, and maybe he also wants to fight with the mysterious person. What do you think of this plan?"

Draco didn't answer right away.He glanced at Hermione before looking away at Harry's face, who only looked at him for a second before looking away.What is he hiding?Draco squinted, and a flash of light flashed in his mind: "Did Dumbledore say something to you, Potter?"

"Dumbledore!" Hermione and Ron looked at each other and shouted at the same time, "You went to see Dumbledore, when?"

Harry rolled his eyes back to see Draco let out a long sigh before dropping his head.

"Last night," Harry said, "I ran out of time. I wanted to hurry before the mysterious man found the old wand...Dumbledore also meant the same thing. I told him that he thought it was a good opportunity. The dead are gone."

"Dumbledore - oh - that's what he meant too..." Ron opened his mouth, no doubt he was taken aback by the name Dumbledore, "but Harry, can't it be somewhere else?" , must be in Malfoy Manor... We can't get in, and we can't help you."

"You've helped me so much, man," Harry said before Hermione could speak, "I'll be fine, You-Know-Who and his big snake will just think I'm a snake, and I'll find my way in between them Gryffindor sword or devil's fire when parting. Then I pretend to be hurt... who would doubt a snake."

Ron and Hermione didn't speak, obviously convinced.Only Draco found the loophole in it, but he wasn't going to explain it, subconsciously he thought Harry was right, and it wouldn't be the wisest thing to involve Granger and Weasley, especially when he was thinking that Deng The result of the discussion between Bullido and Harry was that they planned to place the battle at this moment in Malfoy Manor.

When he and Harry were alone in the dorm, Draco wasn't going to hide anymore.

"What did Dumbledore say?" he asked bluntly.

"What do you say, I don't understand." Harry sat on the sofa avoiding Draco's gaze.

Draco sneered: "I want to wipe out all the Death Eaters...I don't think you alone are enough, even if you are recognized as the savior of the world. So speak out, Dumbledore's plan."

"Hey - I knew I couldn't hide it from you." Harry leaned back on the sofa in despair, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, "Dumbledore said that someone will help when the time comes, and everyone from the Order of the Phoenix will go."

"Where are the Order of the Phoenix... going? Malfoy Manor?" Draco glared at him.

"Yeah," said Harry.

"Ha - where does he think Malfoy Manor is? An unknown street or a noisy bar?" Draco clenched his molars, his face suddenly became ugly, "Who is that person?"

"who?"

"Help."

"Oh—I don't know." Harry rubbed his eyes vigorously and said innocently, "Don't look at me like that, I really don't know, Dumbledore didn't tell me, I think it might be because of the curse Relationship."

Draco thought of Snape all of a sudden, and his eyes on Harry immediately became more fierce.Harry flinched, looked away, and continued rubbing his eyes.The eye sockets were already red, and there were traces of slight swelling, and it was impossible for Draco to pretend not to see it now.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" Draco asked casually.

"It's nothing, but the potion is used up again." Harry said with a sneer, seeing the puzzled expression on Draco's face, he continued, "It seems that there is really only a week's supply, but I think I should be able to bear it, It lasted three weeks last time."

"Last time..." Draco narrowed his eyes, and soon he remembered that a month ago, someone had thrown the potion bottle at him angrily and told him it was a week's supply.Sadly it was the same person who made him forget it the third day after that...and Potter endured it for three weeks...if he'd told him the first time he ran out of it last time— Draco couldn't help thinking that - maybe he'd been able to retrieve his memory long ago and... Draco suddenly felt a little hot in his cheeks.

Harry rubbed his eyes again, as if he had reached the limit, he blinked unwillingly and had to take off the two glasses from his eyeballs: "Take a rest for one night, and you'll be fine tomorrow morning." Haha Leigh said that his pupils looking at Draco had returned to clear green.

Draco turned his eyes away and held out his hands to Harry: "Here."

"what?"

"Potion Potter," Draco said impatiently, "is it part of Gryffindor's nature to be slow as well as reckless?"

Reluctantly, Harry took the empty bottle out of the pouch hanging around his neck and put it in Draco's hand: "It's really not necessary, well if you insist..."

Draco waved his wand to summon the traveling cloak, turned and opened the bedroom door.

"Draco—" Harry called after him, and Draco turned his head.

"Can you come back sooner?... At least before dawn?"

Draco gave him a sharp stare followed by a loud slam on the door.

A few minutes later, Draco was standing outside Snape's office in the cellar.

So, this is the first time he's standing here since Halloween.Draco took a deep breath, the palms of his hands holding the potion bottle were sweaty.He didn't knock on the door right away, but took two more deep breaths, and raised his hand until his heartbeat completely calmed down, making sure that he looked the same as usual.

There was a knock and the office door slid open.

Draco knew he should go inside at this time, but his body stayed where he was uncontrollably.What is he waiting for? What else is he uncertain about?Draco asked himself.He wanted to see the people inside so much, but... was afraid of seeing him.Just like this past week, I always involuntarily searched for the dark guy in the crowd, with the conflicted feelings of wanting to find but not wanting to find.

It was only because the memories brought to him were too good, like a dream, so he was afraid, afraid that it was really just a dream.People are always like this. When you have nothing, you are brave and fearless. When you really get something and that is what you really want after working hard, you become timid, for fear that if you are not careful, you will lose everything. lose.Draco shook his head wryly.And at this moment, the door in front of him swung open, and Snape suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"So, your plan is to stand outside until dawn?"

Draco opened his mouth, unable to make a sound.Well, it was the first time he'd been face-to-face with Snape since Halloween, so it might be embarrassing to say that, but he was nervous as hell.

Snape saw all the young man's reaction, he wanted to laugh, but fortunately he held back.

"Come in." He said softly, turning his body to make way for a position.

The door closed behind Draco, and the sound of "click" made Draco involuntarily relieved.When Snape's face appeared before him again, he finally remembered what he was here for.He took out the empty vial—

"Potter's potion, sir, is out."

Snape wanted to frown subconsciously, he felt that he would prefer the young man to call him in a more intimate way, but he didn't express his dissatisfaction and only responded, then turned and went to the refining room inside.Draco followed naturally, put on the dragon leather gloves, took out the knife, took the potion ingredients that Snape had just taken out of the storage cabinet, and began to process them.

A new cauldron was ignited, Snape poured some stabilizing liquid into it, and then stirred the concoction in another crucible beside it.Draco looked inside curiously—

"What's in it? If I remember correctly, you've been here for almost two months."

"What do you think it is?" Snape pushed back the question calmly.

Draco put down the knife, leaned closer to the cauldron and sniffed carefully: "It's like... Felicity Elixir, but if it's Felicity Elixir, its current color should be golden."

"I'm doing an experiment to see if I can shorten the production time of Felix Elixir within three months." Snape ignored the shock on Draco's face, and found it from the storage cabinet calmly. A lid, take out the stirring rod in the crucible and put the lid on.

"If you succeed, you will definitely get another Order of Merlin for this, third class, no, at least second class!" Draco said excitedly.

"Medal?" Snape lowered his eyelids, pouring Draco's freshly cut nettle root into the new cauldron, "I just hope it can be boiled and used in time."

Snape's voice was so soft it could barely be heard, but Draco caught it anyway.His heart suddenly felt heavy, he had an ominous feeling, and he instinctively wanted to change the subject——

"Potter intends to do it at Christmas."

"Well, the Death Eaters' Christmas party at Malfoy Manor, good timing," Snape said flatly, as if all they were talking about was today's weather.

"Everyone in the Order of the Phoenix is ​​going," Draco said.

Snape's hand holding the stirring rod stopped for a moment: "Well, Dumbledore wants to catch them all."

"The manor has anti-apparition spells, the oldest ones, and the portkeys and hearth were closed last year," Draco said quickly. There."

The potion in the cauldron began to boil, and the room was full of gurgling sounds.

Snape put down his stir stick: "That's not what you need..."

"What did he ask you, Dumbledore, to do, sir?" Draco cut him off.

Snape looked at Draco for a while, and then looked at Draco for a while, and then the corners of his mouth slowly curled up: "Boil enough Polyjuice Potion, and attend the party normally, that's all."

Draco lost his mind for another split second, thinking that Snape would refuse to answer or just say something else to fool him, so he kept looking into his eyes, which had kept their ink-like luster from just now until now.The four eyes meet, there is no better moment than this, the joy of the whole body from the heart.

This scene seems familiar, like being in a dream, if it is, it is in a dream.Draco unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, and the sound of his heartbeat was next to his ears, becoming clearer and clearer, everything and every cell was clamoring, lean in, get closer, come closer.Now that each other has understood their minds, what else is wrong?

So, he leaned over, and his lips touched the other's.There was an immediate response to such a movement, a little moistness and an intimate bite on the lips.When parting, Draco sighed contentedly, resting his forehead on Snape's—

"I thought it was just a dream, but luckily it's real."

Snape laughed, rubbing Draco's hair with his free hand.Draco half-closed his eyes and had the feeling of being treated like a small animal, but at the moment he loved this feeling very much.

There was a crackling sound from the fireplace outside, and Draco and Snape looked at each other and separated immediately.It was Amycus again.carol -

"Merlin's beard - Severus! Draco and the Parkinson's daughter broke up."

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