Chapter 20 Before Dawn 20
The snowflakes flying in the sky are like light elves, slowly falling from the gray-white sky that seems to have no end.
Along with the falling snowflakes, there were also violent collisions coming from high above, unknown sounds of water, and occasional one or two gasps.
The house built with gingerbread and candy is covered with a thick white hat in white, which contrasts with the warm yellow felt hat on the platinum hair under the Christmas tree in front of the house, which is hung with various decorations, creating a romantic scene.
The orange scarf gently wrapped around the small dark green figure. The boy with a pair of dazzling emerald green eyes was next to a boy with dazzling platinum blonde hair.
The two of them stared quietly at the dreamlike snow scene in front of them, the corners of their mouths unconsciously raised, their eyes full of intoxication.
But at this quiet and beautiful moment, something strange happened.
A slender hand seemed to extend from the sky at a rapid speed. First, its fingers gently touched the surface of the high sky, and then the entire sky was covered by the white and tender palm.
In an instant, the earth shook and the sky trembled. The snowflakes seemed to be suddenly awakened and began to fly wildly. The teenagers who were originally standing quietly under the Christmas tree were also shaken and sat down on the snow.
In panic, they seemed to be making their last struggle, clinging to the Christmas tree tightly, trying to find a little peace of mind in this sudden turmoil.
However, the gears of fate did not stop turning.
The crystal ball containing the miniature snowy landscape finally jumped over the edge of the cabinet due to the violent vibrations and fell to the ground slowly and irreversibly.
It fell to the ground with a loud bang, the crisp sound particularly piercing in the silent room. The snowflakes in the crystal ball seemed to break free from some kind of confinement and began to dance even more wildly, as if under a spell.
In the dim room, snowflakes were flying and forming a thin layer on the ground.
The quilt on the bed moved slightly, and then a golden head popped out. It was a young man with a handsome face but a somewhat haggard look.
His five trembling fingers grasped the curtain hanging at the head of the bed, and the soft fabric slid down his pale skin, revealing his arms dotted with tiny pink stamens.
Behind him, a hand with a darker pigment than his reached out from the curtain, gently clasped his wrist bone, and forcefully inserted it through his palm and the curtain.
A moist and warm breath enveloped Draco, and the man hugged him from behind. His chin rested on his shoulder and slid lazily across his neck.
The wet and sticky blonde hair was like an egg slice, sandwiched between two pieces of dough of huge color difference, growing out of a bunch of broken and incomplete roses.
Harry rubbed his face against Draco's golden hair, and the refreshing scent of lemon filled his nose. The slightly spicy aroma of wine and the cool and icy mint mixed with his unique flavor made Draco's consciousness a little clearer.
He forced his eyes open and looked at Harry who was so close to him. His lips moved, but he found it extremely difficult to even speak a complete sentence.
Draco regained consciousness and became a little more sober, not understanding why things had developed to this point.
He was so weak that he could only shout in a hoarse voice: "Potter! Let me go!"
The other party became more aggressive, causing Draco's voice to change in tone. He could only grit his teeth and dared not speak again.
After a short rest, Draco kept backing away, but when he had nowhere to retreat, he was dragged back again.
The person on top of him had clear eyes, but he held Draco down tightly, his hands tightly gripping his waist, making it difficult for him to struggle.
Draco, who still had a shred of rationality, could only whimper and was soon dragged down with him into the depths.
"Draco..."
The word was like a switch, and Draco's whole body shook violently, and he gasped and what sounded like a sob.
The slightly spicy aroma of wine mixed with the sour and sweet green apple made him want to indulge in it and not want to wake up.
He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss Draco's soft red lips.
He licked Draco's lips with the tip of his tongue, trying to pry open his teeth and absorb more sweetness, but Draco clenched his teeth tightly and no matter how hard Harry sucked, it was no use.
His lips and teeth were intertwined, and their tongues were entangled. The breathing of both of them gradually became heavier, and the fire in their bodies seemed to be stronger.
Draco was clamped around his narrow waist and licked and sucked. His eyes were tightly closed, his brows were furrowed, and he twitched as if he was choking.
Draco, leaning against the bed, dejectedly let go of the hand holding the curtain, and with difficulty exposed his chest, the only part of his body still covered with clothes, and pressed the confused Harry against the scars that looked extremely hideous on his fair skin.
"Potter...are you awake now?"
With her eyes half-opened and no eyelids covering them, two lines of transparent water quickly fell from the corners of her eyes and sank into her golden hair.
He knew he was looking at Potter with tears in his eyes, and the knowledge filled him with shame.
But he was drugged, and he couldn't control the emotions that longed for Potter.
His arms involuntarily wrapped around Harry's shoulders, his lips and teeth bit his throat fiercely, his fingers tightly grasped Harry's already muddy and wrinkled college uniform, his white nails almost breaking.
"Malfoy, if you don't want me to kill you, just shut up."
Harry glared at Draco fiercely with his eyes, gritting his teeth and forcing himself to stay rational.
Red bloodshot spread from the whites of his eyes to his wheat-colored face, like a volcanic furnace about to explode, which would explode instantly if the wind blew.
Draco's heart suddenly trembled. He gasped and opened his eyes wide to look at Harry's handsome face so close to him. His heartbeat suddenly stopped, and the blood that was almost boiling slowly cooled down, covering the burning shock in his body.
Draco clutched the corner of his clothes tightly, his nails turning white. He raised his eyes and said firmly, "Don't be so self-indulgent, Potter. With your skills, even if I die, I will die in pain."
Even though the words were out of my mouth, my heart felt like it was being hit by a heavy hammer.
In the room that was as hot as summer, the temperature dropped rapidly in an instant, and it was so oppressive that it seemed to condense water droplets.
Harry laughed in anger: "Well, I hope so. Master Malfoy, you better use your poor acting skills to shout louder later."
After saying that, he strode down, and the wind raised by the corner of his robe cooled the tears in the corners of Draco's eyes.
"You!" Draco was interrupted by Harry before he could finish his words.
The bright moon rose again over the sea, the wind and waves created ripples, and the waves crashed against the shore, creating huge waves. Seagulls cried shrilly, and in the distance came the faint sound of cannons and the scrape of oars across the beach. The rich, salty smell of the sea made people hold their breath involuntarily, fearing that breathing too quickly would choke their lungs.
I don’t know how long it took, but after a rustling sound, the house returned to silence.
Looking inside, I saw two handsome men looking into each other's eyes.
There was a blazing rage in his eyes, with a hint of annoyance at first, but he soon regained his composure, and his drooping eyelashes hid the tiredness and bitterness in his eyes.
The other one was struggling and conflicted at first, but it soon disappeared without a trace, leaving only uneasiness and resistance, as well as a bit of subtle panic and resentment.
The two people just stood there in a stalemate, staring at each other.
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