Chapter 23 The Eve Before Dawn
Harry...
Run, run farther.
The only star in the sky before dawn.
Draco held onto the windowsill, staring at Harry's gradually receding figure, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
It happened again. Harry, who was being held by Hermione, stiffened slightly and glanced around cautiously. He found that there was only Hermione leaning over to grab her wand and her pet snake pouncing towards him not far away.
Harry turned his head in the vortex of Apparition and stared at Dumbledore's old house next to the Spartan House.
As the prophesied savior of the wizarding world, Harry has become accustomed to being the focus of everyone's attention in all occasions since he entered the wizarding world.
Even though he didn't like this kind of life where everyone was paying attention and everything was under the spotlight.
But he only encountered one such gaze from beginning to end, which was like using an X-ray camera as a magnifying glass to burn through him.
That liar, liar.
The gray-blue eyes were like the sky covered by dark clouds, dim and dull but hiding rain and thunder.
Those eyes were filled with complex emotions, intertwined with hatred, fear, hesitation and a hint of imperceptible confusion.
His eyes were fixed on me, as if he wanted to see through me, or as if he was avoiding something. There was an elusive emotion in his eyes.
The wind whipped overhead, blowing coarse hair into his face, but Harry couldn't look away.
The owner of those eyes was standing not far from Dumbledore.
Half swallowed by the astronomical frame, only half of the man's face was exposed. His facial muscles were tense, like a fully drawn bow that could break at any moment.
His brows were tightly furrowed together, forming a deep groove between his eyebrows.
The knuckles of his hands turning white as he gripped the wand tightly, and his black robe fluttered in the wind like a flag that could shatter him.
It was obvious that he was the one who pushed Dumbledore to his doom, but he was even more like a prisoner cornered in the Colosseum than Dumbledore himself.
Draco Malfoy, what are you afraid of?
Harry's eyes lingered on Draco's face, and a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Before he could utter any harsh words, his vision was blurred by the sore eyes.
You're not wrong, you're just carrying out your mission. For the sake of your family's honor, killing and deceiving others are necessary means. Isn't this the belief you have always upheld?
Why are you still crying, Malfoy?
The hot tears finally broke through the boundaries of the dream and fell on Harry's outstretched hand.
Harry stepped back suddenly and clenched his fist, but the teardrop that passed through Harry's palm was like an ice-cold knife, piercing Harry's skin and making even his heart bleed.
Damn you, Malfoy.
Harry looked at Draco crying in front of him, and the hatred in his heart burned like a flame.
I deserve to die too.
The thorns stirred by hatred slowly deflated like a deflated ball and drooped listlessly on the ground.
"Malfoy, I won't trust you again." Harry said, turned and left.
"Don't go..." Draco's body twisted restlessly under the silk sheets, his brows tightly furrowed, as if countless painful knots were entangled in his eyebrows.
His usually delicate face was now drenched in cold sweat, with a few strands of platinum hair sticking messily to his forehead.
"No...don't..." He murmured, his voice low and hoarse, as if something was strangling his throat, and he could only squeeze out broken words from his dry lips.
The originally arrogant and somewhat indifferent expression was replaced by fear at this moment.
His hands unconsciously clenched into fists under the quilt, and the blue veins on his arms were faintly visible.
His head rocked back and forth on the pillow, as if he were running away from some invisible, terrifying thing.
The collar of his sweat-soaked pajamas was slightly open, revealing his bulging chest faintly beneath the silk. In the dim light, his expression was almost morbidly pale.
"No, don't!" He roared in a low voice, his eyes widened, his pupils contracted violently, he gasped heavily, and there was fear in his eyes that had not yet faded.
He moved his body and tried to get out of bed.
However, the effect of the aphrodisiac was still wreaking havoc in his body, and his hands and feet were limp and powerless.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, his knees bent as if the bones had suddenly been pulled out, and his body leaned forward uncontrollably.
He staggered a few times and reached out frantically to grab something to steady himself, but he only grabbed air.
The piercing pain from his elbows and knees continued to transmit to his brain, but the physical pain did not make his mind clear again.
My brain is like a kettle burning on the fire, my rationality is evaporating every moment, and everything in front of me seems to be covered by a layer of mist.
He opened his eyes with difficulty and clicked on the screen with trembling fingers, but the cold light made his eyes hurt.
Draco leaned weakly against the bedside table, his heart filled with an unprecedented sense of helplessness and frustration.
All his previous self-comfort and tormenting expectations turned into a slap in the face at this moment, slapping his self-conceit back in the face.
He still hates me after all, Draco smiled bitterly and closed the screen dejectedly.
The power of the love potion was becoming more and more violent. He tried to concentrate and mobilize the weak magic power in his body to resist the drug, but the love potion was too overbearing.
Even if he mobilized all the magic power in his body to fight, it would be just a drop in the bucket.
Draco curled up in unbearable pain, his consciousness began to blur, and reality and illusion intertwined in his boiling brain.
In a trance, he seemed to see Harry standing outside the door with an indifferent expression, turning a deaf ear to his cries for help and letting him sink in this pain.
[It turns out that, in your heart, I am still Malfoy first...] Draco smiled bitterly, tears flowing out of his eyes uncontrollably and flowing down his cheeks with cold sweat.
At this moment, he completely despaired of the idea that Harry would come. The little warmth in his heart was blown out by the cold wind, leaving only coldness.
He knew that he could no longer sit and wait for death, and had to rely on himself, even if the hope was slim. Draco supported his weak body and held the wand tightly.
Using the stick as a knife, the sharp pain and fear allowed Draco to struggle to his feet.
He needed to find the aphrodisiac that some bastard had hidden in his room. If he continued like this, his body would surely be tortured to the point of collapse.
He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and staggered open the bedroom window.
The moonlight was like water, and the blue glass was shining with a cold light under the moonlight, like a magic mirror, reflecting everything in the house.
Behind Draco's heavy breathing reflection, Harry pulled off his Invisibility Cloak and stood up from the wooden footstool at the end of the bed.
The moment the invisibility cloak slipped off, the hesitation in his eyes disappeared completely, replaced by endless sinisterness and determination.
He quickly stepped to the window, picked up the still stunned Draco and threw him onto the bed.
Draco felt his body fly into the air, and the next second he fell heavily on the bed. Before he could react, Harry was pressing on him roughly.
Draco looked up at him, his heart tightening, but he still held on to his pride and turned his head away.
"Why, Potter, come to see me laugh?"
Draco snorted coldly, his eyes shooting at the person pressing on him like cold arrows.
"Malfoy, haven't you always valued your respectability the most? How does it feel to be in this situation now?"
As he spoke, he deliberately waved the potion bottle in front of Draco's eyes, "This is something that can save you. Beg me and I will give it to you."
Draco clenched his fists. How could he not know that Harry was deliberately provoking him, but he didn't want to do as Harry wished.
"I'd rather die than beg you, Potter."
His right eyebrow rose slightly, like a sharp hook, revealing a hint of disdain that could not be concealed.
Harry's eyes darkened, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. That's great, Draco.
"Well, in that case, Draco, let's experience the feeling of complete loss together."
Come on, Draco. Come and kill it with me, for our shared sin.
After saying that, he raised his hand and the potion bottle shattered to the ground with a clang. The potion instantly seeped into the soil and disappeared.
In the moonlight, Harry's expression softened unusually as he spoke these words, but Draco's eyes widened and he stepped back in fear.
"Harry, what are you doing? Are you crazy?"
He cried out in horror, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Yeah, I'm crazy, Draco, are you happy with what you've created?"
Harry sneered, lowered his head, opened his mouth and bit Draco's neck.
Draco tried desperately to dodge, but Harry held his arm tightly.
“Hmm—”
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