[HP] Shh, it's a secret

November passed, and with it came December.The weather became colder and colder, and finally one morning, the sky was covered with snowflakes.At eleven o'clock this morning, the bell for the end of get out of class rang on time.Draco and the Slytherin seventh graders came out of Professor Sprout's greenhouse. There was more than a foot of snow on the ground, and there were still large flakes of snow falling from their heads.

"This damn weather, it's really cold." When he was about to reach the castle, Goyle couldn't help shivering, and he grumbled while rubbing his hands and panting.

"I guess you must have forgotten about the Warmth Charm." Crabbe laughed gruffly. "Do you need my help?" He drew out his wand and tapped Goyle lightly. Er was enveloped, and the snowflakes floating around him melted all of a sudden.Sensing the changes around him and seeing the smug expression on Crabbe's face, Goyle opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Even Draco, who was walking in front, stopped, and he stretched out his hand to feel the spell covering Goyle's body.When he withdrew his hand, he frowned and looked at Crabbe with a complicated expression.

"Vincent, your magic has improved."

"Um—yes...it's Professor Carroll," Crabbe immediately restrained his expression and replied hesitantly, "He asked me to watch the students in confinement, so I taught some."

Draco looked at him for a while before saying, "Yeah, that's good." Then he turned and continued walking towards the castle.Goyle immediately followed, Crabbe was still standing there, until Goyle turned around to greet him, he stepped forward as if he had just woken up from a dream, and walked side by side with Goyle two or three steps away from Draco .

Draco could feel Crabbe's hesitation and Goyle's ignorance.He sighed inwardly, and slowed down a bit, thinking of the coming Christmas, he simply stopped again.They were now only a few paces from the gates of the castle.The Slytherins of the same grade hesitated and squeezed past them one after another. Soon, Draco and the others were the only ones left at the gate of the castle.

"Draco?" Goyle's voice said.

Draco turned to face the two big men who had been following him for as long as he could remember.

"What's wrong?" Goyle asked puzzled, looking at Draco and then at Crabbe.

"Grey, Vincent, Christmas," Draco said, seeing Goyle visibly relieved and Crabbe shuddering when he called his name.

"Christmas what, Draco?" Goyle asked.

"I hope you two stay at school for Christmas." Draco said to Goyle, but it was Crabbe who was watching, and the reaction of the two of them was similar to Draco's guess. Goyle was surprised, Crabbe It is shock.

"But Draco," Goyle opened his mouth hesitantly, "Dinner, Dark Lord..."

It's just that he didn't have time to ask more. A low-grade Slytherin, the youngest son of the Nott family, ran out of the castle in a hurry. He asked Draco to abandon them with a note.Crabbe said the same thing to Draco when he was completely out of sight: "Grey, you're staying at Christmas."

It is worth mentioning that night, Gregory.Goyle received a letter from his father, Goyle Sr., and he signed the form the next morning.There were other Slytherins doing the same, and this time the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft leave application form was almost filled with green ink.

Late at night before the start of the Christmas holiday, the lights in the principal's office were dimmed, someone came out of it, and then there was the sound of the door being closed.

"Why do you think Dumbledore left Potter alone, sir?" Draco's voice came out of the darkness.

Snape didn't say anything, just turned to meet his gaze.

Draco smiled, looked away from Snape's face, and looked up at the high ceiling with his back against the wall: "Dumbledore finally decided to tell Potter the truth, right, about the real last A Horcrux."

Snape still didn't speak.

"He has to know, someone has to tell him that Dumbledore is indeed the best candidate." Draco looked at Snape again, "There are two more days for Severus, and two days for Christmas No. The only way to kill him is to destroy all the Horcruxes."

"There's no choice," Snape said quietly.

"Yes, there's no choice," Draco said, "but Potter won't die, he's the Boy Who Lived. It's the same as last time, when everyone thought he was dead under the Dark Lord's death curse." At that moment, he jumped up, startling everyone. I bet Dumbledore must have arrived." After speaking, Draco shrugged with feigned ease.

"Are you—are you trying to comfort me?" Snape asked.

"No!" Draco retorted almost immediately, "I was just stating...well, you're right. To be honest I'm a little jealous that you're worried about Potter, since Dumbledore said he wanted to speak to Potter alone Up to now, your face has been ugly. He will be fine, really, I can guarantee that I..."

"Thank you," Snape said suddenly.

"What?" Draco was taken aback, "You said..."

"Thank you Draco," Snape's expression softened, and he raised his hand to rub Draco's hair vigorously. "About the Boy Who Lived - I feel better."

"Oh—well, I'm honored." Draco's mouth curled up uncontrollably.He looked intently at Snape's face, and suddenly wanted to kiss him, and he did. He hugged Snape's head and turned over, leaning him against the wall, and kissed Snape's lips hard. , grabbing his breath hard.

After a long time, Draco let go of him.

"I love you," he said.

"I know, Myboy," Snape said.

Draco rested his forehead on Snape's and laughed happily, "I thought you'd say... no - that's enough, like asweatdream."

"Adreammaybe," said Snape, drawing his wand, "ExpectoPatronum—"

A silver ribbon was pulled out from the tip of his staff, which transformed into a silver-white weasel and landed on the floor. With a light jump, it jumped onto his master's shoulder and looked at Draco curiously.

"This is..." Draco froze.

"Well," Snape said seriously, "you remember Crouch's Transfiguration three years ago, right?"

Draco jerked his head up, his face flushed with excitement.

"Um... oh... that..." He was completely incoherent.

The door of the office opened suddenly, and Harry walked out with his head down, looking a little distraught.Draco and Snape parted immediately.

"Are you okay Potter?" Draco waved his hand at Snape and asked Harry himself.

"What?" Harry looked up. "Oh, all right. Are you waiting for me? What was that just flew by, the white one?"

Knowing that Harry was referring to Snape's Patronus, Draco pretended not to care and touched his nose: "No, there is no white one. Probably Professor Snape, he just left."

"Oh." Harry nodded absently.

"Going back? Or do you want to walk around by yourself? Or meet Granger and Weasley?" Draco asked.

"No, go back," said Harry.

Draco pulled out the Invisibility Cloak to cover Harry and himself, and he could imagine that Harry Potter couldn't possibly want to turn himself into a snake right now.

The two walked down the stairs through the corridor, and soon returned to the bedroom.After closing the door, Harry sat motionless on the sofa.Draco didn't speak either, just going about his business as usual.The atmosphere was a bit oppressive, the air seemed to be frozen, and it was difficult to breathe even slightly.

"Draco." Harry said suddenly.

"What?" Draco took a long breath.

"Did you already know?"

"Know what?" Draco glanced at the ceiling and dropped the clothes he was packing in frustration, "Well, I know, know that you are the last Horcrux of the Dark Lord, if that's what you're asking. ’ He saw Harry's eyes open, and then make a sure-fire expression.Draco sighed and sat down on the bed: "Now that you know, what do you think?"

"What do I think?" Harry looked at Draco blankly, "I heard the sound of my heart beating in my chest, thump, thump, isn't it weird that it's louder than any other day before?" Throbbingly strong and alive right now when I know I'm about to die?"

"Listen Potter, you're not going to die," Draco said seriously.

"The Horcruxes are immortal, and the Dark Lord will never be killed, you told me that!" said Harry.

"Yes, I told you, but you are Harry Potter," Draco said, "I can't explain it to you, but you will never die, and you will live even if everyone dies." Well done, the Dark Lord can't kill you the first time and he can't kill you the second time."

"Really?"

"Really!" Draco nodded, "I could swear it."

"Thanks Draco, I'm sleepy." Harry slowly sank down on the sofa, "I think I should have held your hand when we first met, even though you acted Like an arrogant bastard. Good night."

Draco rolled his eyes and turned off the lights in the room.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and Christmas came as promised.