[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Harry patted his head and forced himself to sit up. "It's time?" he said without thinking, and then looked around the bed.

But Voldemort understood and understood. "If it's too late, I should suspect that the god of death has forgotten." He said, "Don't look at it, it has already been dealt with."

Harry leaned back against the head of the bed suddenly.Voldemort said it was dealt with, that is, they would not be found out if they had a world war in bed.He rubbed his head again (he was a little dizzy), and then looked up at the person opposite.Then he suddenly noticed that Voldemort seemed much bigger than he had seen the last time. "What's going on here?" He asked suspiciously, "Hasn't it only been a year? Or, your appearance was randomized by Death?"

"Good eyes." Voldemort falsely praised. "I can tell you the reason, but I think you should be too lazy to find out now."

Harry shook his head.He wasn't drunk enough to see Voldemort as two, but not much better. "You're right," he agreed, "we'll talk about it later. Today's goal is..." He half stood up, moved to the middle of the bed on all fours, and stared at Voldemort's face.Damn, this guy's normal face is so handsome that it's impossible not to be jealous. "It's okay..." he muttered, and held out a hand.

Fortunately, it looks like this now?Although he had expected it from the beginning, Voldemort felt that Harry was now more drunk than he had imagined.If someone else suddenly reached out to him, ready to approach him, it would probably only result in a jinx, but if it was Harry...he didn't move, just waiting for the other party.

The hand floated on his cheek, as if he wanted to touch it but dared not.But Voldemort's lack of response seemed to encourage it, and it finally stroked up, then down along the chin line.The action is a bit heavy, because the master's mind is not too clear.

"You've gotten thinner," Harry said in a rambling manner, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, "but that's okay, it suits you very well, it looks more..." He didn't finish the rest.

"What's more?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow slightly.But he wasn't expecting an answer from Harry, because he'd pretty much figured it out—"it all suits him, and makes him look more handsome"—and counted on Harry's Occlumency It's kind of hard to get it to work.

Harry didn't answer him, but moved closer.He didn't stop until their legs touched each other.His hand had already been retracted, but now he discovered a new problem - even when sitting, Voldemort was a head taller than him. "It's impossible," he muttered, "it's impossible to be so far away..."

Voldemort was almost powerless.He's sure and sure now, the only thing the Savior remembers now is, a kiss, and then sleep, so that the timeline relationship is confused - Harry thought he was also around 20 years old, but in fact his body was only 12 years old , Of course there is a huge disparity than height.This stupid lion, if he hadn't been able to read minds, he would definitely not be able to understand such words. "That's not the point," he tried to get Harry's mind back where he didn't know where it was going. "What's the goal for this year?"

His words worked.Harry shook his head again, the alcohol slowing him down. "Yes, that's right," he affirmed, "this will be done quickly, and you can rest when you're done." He wanted to sit up on his knees, but his body was weak, so he put both hands on Voldemort's shoulders— — Clearly, he wanted a more commanding posture.In the end he succeeded, although only a little higher.

Voldemort only looked at his movements, slightly amused, but still raised his eyes slightly in cooperation. "Then?"

"Don't laugh at me." Although Harry was a little dazed, he was still very clear about Voldemort's emotional changes - he was staring into those jet-like eyes. "I know you look down on me...Of course, to be honest, in terms of magic level, we are indeed far behind. So it's only natural for you to think so..."

"I didn't laugh at you." Voldemort thought he was innocent.He only said one word just now!But seeing that Harry was shaking a little, he reached out and put his hand on the other's waist.

"Don't try to trick me!" Harry's voice was a little higher, but it was a bit far from the roar he expected. "You used to say that... now you just say it in your heart, because you can't say it, and you can't anger me too much!"

Voldemort saw that he had better not argue at this point.But he didn't speak, and Harry was dissatisfied again: "Look, that's it!"

A drunken savior is really hard to serve... Voldemort is one head and two big, so he can only surrender. "Okay, okay. What else do you want to say? I'm listening."

"I knew you would," Harry continued, as if he hadn't heard Voldemort's explanation at all. "What to say and what to do are two different things. I obviously don't expect such a thing in my heart, and I feel that the god of death is completely messing around, but I never say such things."

Well, it looks like the reason the Savior remembers this is basically out of brood; or rather, based on an underlying suspicion of him. "If I ask you, Gryffindors should stop trying to guess what Slytherins are thinking," sighed Voldemort.Although it may be right sometimes, the probability of this is really low-now it is not right at all!

Harry stared at him, his green eyes wide. "Very good," he said angrily, "This sentence is true! Just like now, you don't worry at all. You can deal with Death again after I fall asleep, right?"

Voldemort found he couldn't keep up with Harry's thoughts at all.It's okay at ordinary times, but it's totally unreasonable when you're drunk.But he was sure that Harry hadn't noticed it when he said that, because of the wine, his face was very red and his lips were very bright.He was a little distracted.

"Stop talking? Did I hit it again?" Harry said, "Don't try to deny it—you haven't moved, it's because of this reason... Uh!" He suddenly felt a blur in his eyes and warmth on his lips The touch was fleeting, and the eyes widened even more. "……you!"

"I think you probably need a real action as a strong rebuttal." Voldemort gave him a smirk, as if he wasn't the one who attacked him just now. "The truth is I've been waiting for you, but you're slow. I thought I'd expect the Gryffindor lion to act, and it turned out to be a beautiful fantasy."

It took Harry a long time to recover, and he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed. "That's not it!" he roared, "You are not qualified at all!"

But Voldemort didn't intend to continue to toss with him.Harry was clearly out of spirits, and if something really went wrong when the time came, he would probably be the one who suffocated to death.That's not very fun, he never wronged himself. "Okay," he coaxed, "Aren't you sleepy?"

"I, only, no, sleepy!" Harry said every word, his anger rising. "I hate this feeling! You look like everything is under your control! And I don't know anything! Just waiting to guess! Although speaking, it doesn't affect the result, but you have been suffering from this kind of thing Get the pleasure of condescending! Do you dare to say that you never enjoy the result of playing people around? Can you say that you never enjoy the process of irritating me? Say it!"

Voldemort didn't know what to say.Harry was mostly right this time, except for one thing.Not that he enjoyed provoking Harry, but for some other reason, a childish one he couldn't admit to. "If..." he said softly, "what about attention?" Based on the insurmountable position, I can only think of using this method to gain your attention. Does this reason sound ridiculous?

Normally, Harry would probably be thinking, but what little reason he had left had just run out of rants.He didn't even catch Voldemort's reply, and put one hand on Voldemort's shoulder and the other on his collar and pressed back (Voldemort just in time conjured a wall at the end of the bed).But Harry didn't pay attention to this, and just continued to growl, "Let me teach you what kissing is!" and he gnawed down.

It's really gnawing, and it's just as appropriate to describe it as biting.Harry pressed so hard that Voldemort's lips were bleeding from him.The front teeth hurt, but from this point of view, both of them are the same.Voldemort tried to stop him, but no sooner had his mouth opened than a tongue burst out aggressively, licking his gums and jaws indiscriminately—

...Merlin!

Voldemort, who never prayed, could only think of that word for a split second.The smell of blood was strong, yes, but it was completely overwhelmed by other smells - a smell of sweet butterbeer, and Harry himself - although Harry's movements were still fierce, but they couldn't change it at all One thing - it was Harry, not anyone else.

Voldemort closed his eyes.He'd never been in a situation like this before, a mixture of pain and pleasure, and a heat that seemed to melt anything.There is a war between reason and emotion, and he wants to calm down, but blood and emotion are saying "no" to him.There was a feeling that he had never had in others and attacked him, like a raging tide, beating against the city wall that he thought was solid.

Harry didn't notice it at all.He only wanted to be more ruthless, and more ruthless. As for what this matter represented, he had no idea at all.The other party kissed like a warm stone, which made him very dissatisfied.But it didn't last long - a strong force suddenly came from his waist, and he was tightly bound; a hand pressed the back of his head, making this bloody kiss deeper.

The backlash came so quickly and suddenly that Harry tried to push himself away with his free hands, but it didn't work.The tongue was deftly in his mouth, and he was quickly panting, getting hot, and feeling like he was suffocating—the last thing he felt before he passed out.