[HP] Dark Fairy Tale

Chapter 6

Harry's whole body was stiff, his hands resting on his shoulders in a posture of pushing out, but under his disorganized kiss full of despair and longing, he almost instinctively stopped the person who might make the person in front of him The act of hurting—whatever that means.

He lied to a dying man.

Seeing Draco's pained face never gave him the slightest pleasure.

But what he did the most to this person was to make him suffer, to ridicule him, to treat him coldly, to criticize him, to allow him to bow down to him, to be respectful, to give him a little hope, and to smash it with his own hands without hesitation. .

It seems that he is trying to force him away, and he is absolutely sure that he will not leave. Compared with revenge or ignoring other people, only this person just wants to drag him to suffer together and suffer together without relief——

Harry stood there numbly, like a cold stone sculpture, looking down at the out-of-control Draco who buried his face in his neck, and sobbed silently.

This person has been holding on for so many years, and has never cried like this in front of him.

There is some indescribable emotion that is eager to break out of the ground in his heart, which makes him suddenly feel extremely anxious, wanting to restrain himself, want to resist, and even want to escape impatiently.

He took a slight breath, his fingers slowly tightened, and his tone was clear and cold, "I am really willing to give you freedom, and it will not affect the status of the Malfoy family."

Hearing Harry's promise as if he was explaining it, Draco couldn't help sobbing, and his whole body was hung on him, "I don't want to!!!"

Why are you so skinny——

He was distracted for a moment, and soon, he felt a sense of powerlessness that he hadn't felt for a long time.

The shrewd and ruthless Patriarch Malfoy suddenly turned into that little bastard who climbed up the pole whenever he saw a chance, completely ignoring his cold face, pulling him to cry like a child who couldn't get candy .

But with his trembling shoulders on his shoulders, and facing that desperate look, he couldn't help but be damned.

Even if he knows that no matter how fragile this person is, he is still a cunning Malfoy in his bones, who has become an instinct to judge the situation and grasp the weakness of others, and has no fear to make progress——

Having not been pushed away for so long, Draco felt inexplicably more emboldened, but the tears fell even harder, gently rubbing against his robe.

——Already dared to use Lord Dark Lord's wizard robe as a handkerchief, it is also very arrogant.

Kreacher, who peeked through his fingers, marveled secretly in his heart, and shrank back in fright at a cold stare that seemed to be angry.

A little bit of dampness smeared on the skirt of the clothes. It obviously didn't penetrate into the inner layer, but it seemed that something hot was directly branded on the skin.

Harry withdrew his gaze, and let go of his hand in annoyance. Draco slowly stood up straight, silently lowering his eyes, the red eye sockets set off his pale face, making him look extraordinarily embarrassed.

"Let go—" He frowned, and his hoarse voice made the command sound more like a sigh.

Draco bit his lower lip, shaking his head quickly.

Harry laughed back angrily, "You're not afraid of me now."

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid you want me to let go," Draco whispered, "I'd rather you hate me, I'd rather you use any means to torture me..."

He stared straight at Harry, his low voice still choked with sobs, "Do you think you have made such a kind decision? I can't let it go, I can't leave it, it's never because of bloodline awakening—if you know This matter is willing to trust me, then it is even more impossible for me to undo it."

"Self-righteous." Harry's eyes turned cold instantly, and he pushed him away vigorously, "What makes you think I still trust you?"

Draco staggered back two steps, bumped into the wall behind him, and saw the person in front of him striding towards him, with thick, uncontrollable anger surging in his deep dark green eyes.

"How could I trust you—" He panted quickly, raised his voice slightly, and his dark and stern question was more like asking himself.

"Harry—" Draco turned pale, and tried to reach out to him, but he swung it away.

"What's so good about you?" Harry looked at his face like a patrol, only for a moment he controlled the leaking emotions, and approached him expressionlessly, the cold words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth In general, "a phony liar who sees the wind and the wind—"

Draco stared at him blankly, his bloodless lips trembling slightly, unable to utter a word.

The hands pressing on his shoulders were so strong that they seemed to want to crush him, Harry leaned down and kissed his lips roughly, with a ferocity that seemed to swallow people into his stomach, the lips and teeth spread quickly A faint trace of blood.

It seems that only by being so mean and cruel can I control myself not to be soft-hearted to him, to control myself not to act like a fool who can't afford to lose, holding his collar and desperately asking "why didn't you come that day?" .

When he was kicked out of the house fiercely by Mrs. Weasley, and even deprived of the qualification to care about Ron and Hermione; When he was wanted; when he had to bear the accusations of Wan Fu, and he was embarrassed like a lost dog——

Even though he was abandoned by the whole world, he never thought that the boy named Draco Malfoy would ignore him.

After receiving a brief letter from his lover agreeing to meet, from dawn to dusk, for the last time in his life, he held his expectation for someone, and what he stubbornly waited for was only the enemy, only the enemy.

It was extremely difficult and painful to win that battle. Under the rapid and intensive attacks, he had no room to explain or hold back, even if he knew that the other party was only following orders, even if he knew that most of them were fighting against Death Eaters or other dark wizards A brave warrior who has given so much, even if there are comrades who fought by his side...

For the first time, he pointed his wand at his former comrade-in-arms, and his hands were stained with the blood of innocent people.

For the first time, he realized so clearly that he had nothing but himself.

Then give them even the little things left.

Compared with that, the decision to face Voldemort and die calmly at the beginning was a happy one.

What is more difficult is always living, and what is more painful is always living.

After a long time, Harry stopped his movements, stood still for a while, and slowly embraced Draco, who had been silently enduring without resistance, with both hands, and put his head on his shoulders, as if he was so tired that he couldn't bear it any longer.

His unfocused eyes erratically landed on the dark green lines of the wallpaper, and a trembling sound that seemed to be crying and laughing came out of his throat, "What's so good about you..."

"I'm sorry..." Draco hugged him tightly with tears streaming down his face, his heart ached like a tear, "I'm sorry...Harry...I'm sorry..."

He tried his best to suppress his crying, his voice was hoarse, and he begged humbly and sadly: "It's okay, don't want me... Please..."

The arms holding him tightened suddenly, and Harry closed his eyes, as if he could feel that his soul had been divided into two halves, one half mocked his own weakness and wavering coldly, and the other half seemed as low as dust because of him. Li's attitude is distressed to the extreme.

He is the only one who can't let it go and can't do without——

Harry turned his head sideways, and his gaze fell on his chin, where a tear was slowly sliding down, silently falling on the robe, leaving a small round mark.

He stared at the tear stain, and said softly and slowly: "I gave you a chance to leave."

Draco raised his sleeve and wiped away his tears, "I just want you—"

"Even though I may never be able to fully trust you again?" Harry said indifferently, "Even if you are not that important to me anymore? Do you think you will gain a fool who still has a heart for children?" ?”

"I deserve it." Draco murmured with a throbbing pain in his heart, "You don't even have to forgive me, Harry, as long as you allow me to stay by your side."

In the end, Harry still didn't express his opinion, nor did he insist on asking him to go to Master Palmer. He watched Draco disappear into the fireplace with a worried expression, and then returned to his seat silently.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip of the already ice-cold black tea. A coolness slid down his throat and fell into his stomach. The coldness soaked into his bones in an instant, but it didn't change his thoughts any more. Be clear.

Maybe he made an unwise decision, but he faintly felt that he didn't really regret it.

When Sirius returned to the ancestral house of the Black family with a few big bags he bought from the Muggle world, he winked at the godson who was sitting alone in the dining room in a daze, "Yo, why are you alone? Where's Draco?"

Harry looked back at him, and said flatly, "Back to Malfoy Manor."

Sirius tossed the things to Kreacher casually, and the house elf took it with lightning speed, and disappeared in front of the two of them together with the big bags in an instant.

There was no rush to escape.

Sirius sat next to Harry and poked his arm, "What's the matter with you two?"

There was a trace of helplessness in Harry's eyes, "Godfather, is it really okay for you to gossip like this?"

Everyone calls me Godfather, there must be something wrong, Sirius raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, "Okay, please let me know if there is any progress."

"What do you think will happen?" Harry frowned. "I don't have that much time to think about those things."

The playful smile on Sirius' face faded, "Hey Harry, you can also focus on yourself once in a while."

"You've seen it too, and you can't relax for a moment. Just like today, they deliberately lured you over, just to let you see me do it with your own eyes." Harry raised his eyes to look at him, and asked in a flat tone, "Sirius, Have I let you down?"

Sirius faced him sideways, stroked his hair gently with his fingers, and pressed his head into his arms, "No."

His dark eyes stared straight ahead, and his voice became very soft, "You never let us down, Harry."

"Even if I'm addicted to the dark arts?" Harry asked himself, "Even if I've done terrible things?"

"Hey, a law-abiding Padfoot will make James laugh his teeth out." Sirius gave a low laugh and patted him comfortingly, "I know why you did that, dear Yes, of course, I also hope that you can be more cautious when studying black magic, that is no joke."

Harry tilted his head, his lowered eyelashes covered his obscure pupils, "I thought you would prefer the old Harry Potter, he is more like James, isn't he?"

Sirius paused with his fingers, rested his chin on his unruly hair, and squeezed him tightly with both hands, "Is the Lord Dark Lord acting like a baby?"

Harry choked violently, suddenly a little dumbfounded.

"If there is no war, if everything is peaceful, I would rather you be a bad boy who is mischievous enough to cause headaches."

Sirius sighed slightly, "Parents have the same mood when facing their child, hope that he is kind and soft, able to love and be loved calmly; also hope that he is indestructible, able to bravely face all malicious things and harm."

"But I—" Harry lowered his eyes and gradually pursed the corners of his lips.

"You are braver than we expected," whispered Sirius. "I told you that some things are worth dying for—but, more than all others, we sacrifice everything What you have to insist on, or what the world insists on the savior in their eyes, what you have to bear is more difficult."

"I really hate that I wasn't there for you, Harry."

"No—" The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and a look of emotion appeared on Harry's face, "You have always been here."

"George wants me to tell you that they never blamed you," Sirius whispered in his ear, "I've been to the Burrow, Molly, it's not true..."

"Sirius—" Harry cut him off, reluctant to dwell on the subject.

"You've been avoiding it for too long," Sirius said firmly. "You know, they love you."

"What's the good of loving me?" Harry retorted calmly, with a touch of self-loathing and sarcasm, "It's not the first time. The one who sacrifices will always be someone else, and the one who survives will always be me."

Those people's understanding and forgiveness are really more unbearable than hatred.

Sirius sighed, "Nobody wants to see you berate yourself like that."

"I need those." Harry said softly, "pain and hatred will keep me going."

Sirius lowered his head, his gentle black eyes stared at him intently.

"But love can tell you where to go."