HP through the autumn

Harry woke up with a shiver.

Water drops fell from his face one by one, as if someone had just splashed water on his face.He tried to sit up, but found that he couldn't move his arms and legs.

He felt the ground beneath him shake rhythmically with the clang, which relieved Harry that he was still on the train to Hogwarts.

But, before he passed out, what happened?

"you're awake?"

A familiar voice came, and Harry raised his head in surprise, wanting to ask her what happened.

Only then did he realize that the windows of the carriage were all covered, and the sunlight came in hazily, vaguely outlining the figure leaning against the door.

Her face was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see the expression.

"Why did I pass out just now?"

In the silence, he didn't get the answer he wanted.The person standing at the door approached slowly, and Harry saw her face clearly.

He was very familiar with this face, it was the face of someone he had kissed and missed deeply in his heart.But now the expression on this face is so strange.

"I knocked you out."

She took out a handkerchief and wiped his face carefully, her movements were infinitely gentle, containing indescribable affection and lingering.

"I heard that you want to leave me."

She put away the handkerchief and stared at his face without blinking, as if she wanted to imprint his appearance deeply in her heart.

She traced his facial features with her fingers, slid his browbones, walked over the bridge of his nose, came to his soft lips, and passed by his stubbled chin.

"Did they tell you?" For some reason, Harry felt his vocal cords tighten.

He knew he couldn't fool Hermione and Ron with his performance.The three of them have experienced too many things together, and they know each other's personalities very well. He is not surprised that the two of them can guess his thoughts.

"Yes," she said, "you want to leave me."

She stood up abruptly and took a few steps back.

Harry tried to see her expression, but her face was lost in the shadows again.

"Why are you willing to leave me?"

she said softly.

The next second, Harry felt a burning pain all over his body, from his chin to his abdomen, as if he had been whipped.

He wanted to stretch out his hand to touch the wound on his chest, but found that he still couldn't move.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

Harry was silent, he didn't know whether he should speak at this time, the development of the matter exceeded his expectations.The person in front of him was familiar yet unfamiliar, and he began to wonder if he had fallen into a nightmare.

"It must hurt."

She moved closer to him again, talking to herself.

"I know it hurts when you want to leave me."

There was a stabbing pain in the wound, and she kissed the scar on his chin softly.His tongue licked the injured skin, and he couldn't help but wince.

She licked his wound carefully, and he felt a strange burning in the pain.

"But how can you bear to part with me?"

She bit his warm lips and rubbed them lightly, the words she said were like the gentle whispers between lovers.

"I'm very sad."

After a long time, when he felt that his lips were numb, she ended the kiss.

"I don't want to separate, I just feel that only one of Voldemort and I can survive..." He hurriedly seized this opportunity to explain.He desperately hoped that everything would go back to normal after he made it clear that what happened after he woke up was simply a nightmare... no, it was even scarier than a nightmare. "I don't want to be separated from you either... Hiss—"

His explanation was interrupted, and he felt another burning pain in his chest.

"But I'm still very sad," she said. "Under no circumstances should you have such a thought. You are mine, and mine alone."

He didn't have time to talk, the pain came to him one after another, and he could still feel the beads of sweat slipping from the corner of his forehead in such pain.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly found that the pain in his body had completely disappeared.

A hand was walking on his chest, and finally rested on his heart.

She felt his beating heart, it was so powerful, it announced to the world that this is a fresh life.

"I really want to dig out your heart and keep it forever," she said. "I know there is a spell that can take the heart out whole. It might hurt a little. But I will keep your heart and I will keep it I put it next to my bed and see it every last night before bed and the first day I wake up. Isn’t it romantic?”

He wants to answer that this is not romantic at all, but perverted.But he felt physically and mentally exhausted, too tired to speak, and just wanted to have a good sleep.

Maybe when I wake up, I realize it was all a dream.

Before he fell into a dream, his jaw was gently pinched.

He cheered up and opened his eyes, and it was still her familiar face that caught his eyes.

"You won't leave me? Will you?" Her expression was extremely gentle, and her voice contained countless love, "I love you so much, and you love me so much, we should be together forever Together."

He grunted, finally unable to resist the drowsiness, and sank into the darkness.

Is this a bit perverted?

Qiu Xin thought after waking up from her fantasy.

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