Chapter 3: The Eve Before Dawn 3
When Draco woke up, his mind was still filled with Harry's handsome face, half in shadow and half reflecting the changes in his emotions.
This couldn't be Draco's fault; the dream was simply too immersive, and the remaining memories were too clear.
The slight prick of weeds poking at my body, the sweaty, hot body of another person, the tingling pleasure spreading from my tailbone, sweeping through my entire body all the way to the top of my head...
"Stop!" Draco covered his face in frustration.
He didn't even need to reach out and touch his pants to confirm whether he had to wash his pants again today.
Draco realized that if this dream didn't stop, he would be completely finished.
It’s not that this kind of dream is bad.
Of course, this doesn’t mean that this kind of dream is good.
If the person in the dream was someone he didn't know, or someone whose face was blurry, Draco wouldn't have cared too much. The key was that these dreams were too clear, so clear that if Draco didn't recognize any of the scenes in the dream, he would have suspected that the Savior had used the Imperius Curse on him.
The restricted book section looked even more eerie and terrifying at night. The moonlight shone through the gaps in the leaves onto the ground, outlining gloomy shadows.
"Bang!" Draco, who was using the Disillusionment Charm, and Harry, who was wearing the Invisibility Cloak, bumped into each other unexpectedly.
"Meow--" The slender Mrs. Loris rushed out from the darkness and let out a sharp and high-pitched cat meow.
"Don't talk." The invisibility cloak flew over Draco's head. Harry covered Draco's mouth, dragged him behind the bookshelf, and hid in the corner of the bookshelf.
Mrs. Norris saw Filch's footsteps approaching, so Draco took out a small silver fish from his arms and threw it out with force.
"Meow~" Mrs. Loris's eyes lit up with love instantly. She flew over and took the little silver fish away.
"Potter, you have such a bad reputation. Even a dog knows that about Hogwarts."
"Whenever Mrs. Norris calls for Filch during nighttime walks but no one shows up, the person Mrs. Norris catches must be the savior wearing the invisibility cloak and walking around at night." Draco's cheeks flushed and he took a deep breath, but he still lowered his voice and complained through gritted teeth.
"Every student who has been to Hogwarts at night knows that if you hear Mrs. Norris's cat meowing, you're always right to run in the opposite direction of Gryffindor." Draco crossed his arms and sneered at Harry, who was shaking his right hand like he was performing a pantomime.
Episkey
"You're quite experienced." Harry stopped his mime and glanced at Draco.
Draco remained silent and raised his chin: "I'm going this way and you're not allowed to follow me. I don't want to be bothered by the almost crazy Carl Alex."
Harry shrugged. "I don't care."
"Hasn't Gryffindor always treated the books in the restricted section as an encyclopedia search area? How come it's so difficult to even come in and flip through a book now? We have to let the savior become a thief in the night." Draco grabbed the door panel and carefully explored it, while not forgetting to squeeze Harry.
"Malfoy, instead of being upset here, why don't you think about how to make your body stronger tonight, so that you can't be on top or bottom." Harry was not affected by Draco's harsh words at all. Instead, his tone was relaxed, and he was even a little anxious to make things look chaotic.
"Shut up! Poter!" Draco glared at him, turned and ran away to the other side.
Draco gradually curled up into a ball, his forehead throbbing with sleepiness, but a subconscious force forced him to pull himself out of his sleepiness.
Can't sleep.
cannot.
He didn't know how much time had passed in a daze. The sound of a running car faintly reached his ears, followed by the whistle. The noisy sounds seemed to become clearly audible. Draco felt as uncomfortable as a fish thrown ashore.
Draco felt like a small boat, struggling to rise and fall in the scorching waves, feeling it passively.
Draco tried to pull his legs away from Harry, but Harry gripped him even deeper. He gritted his teeth and whispered, "Asshole!"
"Let go!" Draco shouted angrily, and at the same time increased his strength to try to break free from him, "If you don't let go, I will not be polite to you, Brot!"
Harry didn't let go, his face buried in Draco's neck, his lips softly kissing the delicate white skin.
Draco gritted his teeth, swallowed back his fragmented words, and suddenly raised his leg to kick Harry, but before he could kick Harry, Harry pushed him back to his stomach.
As the two sides wrestled, the red ropes on their wrists tightened visibly because the two people were too close to each other, and finally became the two ends of a red rope.
"Behave yourself," Harry said hoarsely. He grabbed Draco's dangling ankles and dragged him away, his arms tightly wrapped around his back, half hanging Draco on his body.
"Get out..." Draco gasped and shouted, his body tensed into a straight line, beads of sweat on his forehead, but he still insisted on being stubborn.
Harry didn't say anything, he just used his actions to tell him that it was not up to him now.
Draco was forced to endure this torture. Not only could he not use his hands, but even breathing became difficult.
He was like a child, being lifted high by Harry and thrown up, then dropped heavily, over and over again.
Draco felt dizzy, and his eyes, which had been dyed green by the candlelight, gradually lost focus. He could only see the dark green curtains fluttering in the breeze.
When he was gently thrown into the air by Harry again and then slammed heavily onto the bed, the extreme sensory stimulation finally made him completely collapse.
"What the hell is this damn red string? Isn't it a life-saving gift? Why is it going in the direction of killing people?" Draco wailed, clicking the language button in his mind.
[Ding Dong—Another unlucky newbie is being screwed by the system! Congratulations!]
Draco: ...
[Announcement: The relief packages distributed by this system are all sent based on the urgent needs of new group members. Absolutely fair and honest!] The system hurriedly explained.
[System, you only talked about how good the relief packages you sent were, but you didn't mention any of the weird side effects. You just did something really deceptive!]
After seeing these words, Draco almost vomited blood. He wanted to escape from Voldemort's control, but he didn't want to have anything to do with the savior at all!
The enemy that Voldemort wanted to kill, the beloved one of Dumbledore’s hearts, does the system think that he is not dying fast enough?
Draco was so excited that he finally fainted after being hit by Harry several times in a row.
Dog system, refund!
If this broken red rope is not removed, he will be forced to death.
Sure enough, Voldemort never thought of giving up on killing him. Pulling him into this group of thugs was a trap. The only thing waiting for him was death, even if he escaped to the ends of the earth.
Draco opened his eyes in the light, but his eyes were empty and dull, without a trace of light.
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