[HP] Dark Fairy Tale

Chapter 5

The black tea in the cup was steaming thinly. Harry took a sip and gently placed the porcelain cup on the tray.

The slight sound was very clear in the quiet restaurant.

Draco lowered his eyelids all the time, and didn't dare to look at him again. The slightly swaying water in the glass reflected his slightly dazed gray-blue eyes.

They hadn't been alone for so long, so long that those intimate pasts seemed so far away that they only existed in his imagination.

That pair of cold and dark green eyes really stared at him with love; that cold and straight lips really once kissed him cautiously; , really comforted him clumsily...

He tried to use all the short-lived good memories that seemed to be stolen from that cunning guy of fate to support himself to go on alone, but it was more like drinking poison to quench his thirst.

How should I explain to that person that I didn't stand idly by when he was in crisis, but I was sure that the Ministry of Magic would not and would not dare to kill him directly, and was just trying to rescue him in my own way.

Who would have thought that Harry's partners in D·A could be so impulsive, breaking into the Ministry of Magic upon hearing some plausible rumors, giving those people with ulterior motives a justifiable reason to do it, and completely forcing the mixed reputation of the savior A dead-end opportunity.

Under such a tragic sacrifice, all his plans were wasted, and he became indifferent in the eyes of everyone.

He thought that no matter what others thought, at least Harry would trust him and understand him. In the end, he got the news that the man had killed dozens of besieging Aurors by himself, was seriously injured and disappeared, just when they agreed to meet. That day, at the place where they secretly met during the war.

Draco didn't even dare to think about what kind of mood Harry was in at that time, annihilating those Aurors who had fought side by side one by one, and how he looked at him for missing the appointment like a betrayal.

It's just that he compromised once in his mother's begging and tears, he hesitated for a while between the life and death of his family and his lover, all the things he wanted to explain, after missing Harry's last stretching out his hand, never again Opportunity speaks for itself.

The Malfoy family escaped all liquidation, facing the questioning of the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix, he couldn't explain it, and finally waited for a reunion in despair, but what he saw was a man who no longer had any warmth in his eyes and was surrounded The man wizards call the Dark Lord.

Things are different and people are different, nothing more than that.

Perhaps even the mastermind behind the scenes did not expect that the savior, who was so naive as to agree to hand over his wand to cooperate with their inspection, would use such a decisive and cruel way to avenge his companions, and would embark on such a road full of thorns and blood.

Those politicians who are only thinking about fighting for power and profit, all miscalculated the courage and determination of a Gryffindor. In order to protect what they want to protect, they can sacrifice more than freedom and life.

It can also be all of them.

Kindness, enthusiasm, justice, tolerance, faith, and love, like a cramp, abandoning all the sincere and beautiful things in life, would rather be a demon in the eyes of the public, a calm lunatic who is so powerful that he cannot be defeated, to use Violent killing and torture warn the world - don't try to violate the Dark Lord's bottom line.

No one can bear the consequences of really angering him. He gave those physically and mentally exhausted companions the most solid safe haven, but his eyes were barren, and the spikes were erected to isolate those very few who were willing to give him kindness.

Draco hated himself for knowing Harry Potter so well.

He couldn't face the friends who had died to save him, couldn't face those who were alive.

He blames himself and regrets all the time, and feels in his heart that he is not qualified to be happy and happy again.

When the whole world was persecuting and blaming him, the one who pushed him hardest was himself.

Moreover, Harry hated him, with such blatant malice that he couldn't even deceive himself, couldn't even deliver a hug or a word of care.

What makes him sad and fortunate is that this person is still willing to hate him, is willing to cast his eyes on him, is willing to be emotional for him, and shows a little popularity.

After Sirius appeared, Harry seemed to be pulled back from the endless abyss, and his expression gradually became more and more colorful. Although it was only in front of him alone, it was enough to make people grateful.

Draco's hand holding the teacup was tight, the tea was still warm, and there was a thin warmth when it was pressed against the palm of his hand. He recovered from the complicated emotions, lowered his head and took a sip slowly, his eyes unconsciously turned He looked at the black-haired youth opposite.

His fingertips were slowly rubbing the rim of the cup, and his emerald green eyes were a little empty. He didn't know what Harry was thinking about, but the obvious state of distraction made him blink his eyes, and then slowed down his breathing. Let yourself make louder noises to startle the people in front of you.

The soft light fell on that handsome face, revealing some warm colors, and the cold eyebrows seemed to soften a little. Draco hadn't been upright for a long time, so he took a good look at this person. Way to move away from his face.

After a long silence, Harry suddenly spoke, breaking the rare quiet and leisurely atmosphere.

"Master Palmer has already researched a way to undo the influence of the moon elves' bloodlines from their companions."

The black-haired young man didn't look at him, his slightly lowered eyes still fell on the porcelain cup, and his tone was flat and without any emotion, "You don't need to drink the suppressant potion anymore."

Draco's face lost all color, and he stood up in embarrassment, "Lord..."

"This was the thing that Narcissa was most worried about before she died—she was such a good mother." The corner of Harry's mouth raised, as if mocking, but also as if mocking himself, "Don't let her down."

He let go of the porcelain cup and got up quickly, then turned around and was about to leave.

"Do not--"

Draco subconsciously raised his feet and chased after him, even brought down the chair behind him, rushed in front of him, and grabbed his wrist regardless, "I don't want to—"

Harry looked at him coldly, "Malfoy—"

"Lord..." Draco was trembling all over, with a humble and terrified expression, "Are you really willing to give up... a loyal and reliable subordinate? As long as that influence is still there, it is impossible for me to leave... I can let you Deliver anything with confidence..."

"You take yourself too seriously, Malfoy. I have no shortage of capable subordinates, and I don't think anyone would dare to betray."

Harry slowly pushed his hand away, "Don't forget your family inheritance responsibility, for Narcissa's sake, I will set you free—"

Draco felt cold in his heart, and there was only one thought in his mind, he really didn't want him anymore, he didn't even want to continue hating him.

Why……

These days, I clearly feel...

But this person is unwilling to tolerate even the slightest fetter...

He opened his eyes in a daze, and murmured in a dazed voice, "I don't want to be free...as long as I can stay by your side..."

"Speaking of this," Harry pinched his chin with his fingertips, looked at him carefully for a while, and raised the corners of his lips jokingly and coldly, "Patriarch Malfoy, do you want to recommend yourself as a pillow?"

The frivolous tone was like a sharp sword, piercing his heart with blood. Draco closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "If you...are willing to favor..."

Harry felt a sudden pain in his heart, he squeezed his fingers and tightened slightly uncontrollably, leaving a clear mark on his fair skin.

Look what you've done, Harry Potter, look what you've tortured this arrogant and willful Slytherin into.

The phrase "I don't want to" was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it. He remembered the young master who proudly raised his chin and told him with pride that he was honored by a Malfoy. The surge of pathos was almost suffocating.

How did they get to where they are today?

The two of them didn't speak again, and as they looked at each other silently, they saw the pain that was hard to conceal in each other's eyes, as if it had been suppressed to the extreme.

"Harry—" Draco called tremblingly, his eyelashes twitching slightly.

The dark-haired young man's eyes were in a daze for a moment, and he threw away his hand like an electric shock, with a low and hoarse voice suppressed in his throat, "When will I allow you—"

The words that hadn't been spoken yet were blocked by pale trembling lips, Draco hugged him tightly around his neck, like a moth rushing towards him when he saw a little bit of faint fire in the dark, An eager, reckless kiss on his lips.

Don't want to back down, can't back down, dare not back down.

Taking another step back, in the future, I really can only call him my master respectfully, and there is no hope of getting any closer.

At least he won't give me an Avada at the Black family's ancestral home, Draco held him tighter with slightly trembling hands before the person in front of him pushed him away with a trace of luck.

Kreacher in the corner drooped his ears, tightly covered his eyes, and shrunk himself into an inconspicuous ball.

He hadn't seen the Lord Dark Lord being kissed forcibly, absolutely not.