Chapter 2
Harry completely forgot the next day's class. When Snape was in class, he didn't listen carefully at all. He always felt Draco staring at him. He wanted to ignore his eyes, but failed. He also began to stare at Malfoy to observe him
He behaved as if nothing had happened last night. He was meticulous and smooth. His blond hair fell over his shoulders, the buttons of his shirt were buttoned to his throat, and his robe seemed to be replaced with a new one. There were no wrinkles. His ruthless iron gray eyes stared at Harry. Harry suddenly found that the baby's fat faded with age, his facial features began to become softer. His straight slightly upturned nose, rose lips, narrow jaw and sharp chin combined very harmoniously on his face. With light smooth skin and dark eyelashes, he could be very beautiful without that hateful expression, Harry thought, just like his mother.
The class soon ended in Harry's wishful thinking. He got up and left. Hermione and Ron got together to talk again. He left alone. At the beginning of the fifth grade, they became Prefects. Harry was a little upset at first, but now he found that it was much easier not to be a prefect, He was walking on the road when Draco rushed out and pulled him into an empty classroom
"Potter -" Draco stared at him and pointed at him nervously. "I know where you were last night. I swear, if you say it --"
Again, Harry took out his wand impatiently. "What's the matter with you? Tell your father? Why didn't you say that last night? I think your father was licking Voldemort's shoes and didn't pay attention to you?"
"You!" Draco's face flushed angrily, but unexpectedly, he didn't run away or start fighting with Harry as Harry imagined. Instead, he pulled Harry's sleeve and said tremblingly and haltingly, "you see, Potter, I won't be fooled by your nonsense. You can't say it. You can do whatever you want --"
"I don't want anything, and I won't say it,"
interrupted Harry. "As long as you and your attendant don't bother me --"
Draco looked at him with wide eyes. Harry had never seen him like this. He was fragile and overwhelmed. He sighed and calmed down
"Why are you afraid of him? Aren't you going to tell your parents? Or Snape?" Harry hesitated to say Dumbledore, but he thought Draco usually didn't like Dumbledore. In addition, he didn't even talk to Dumbledore this year. He gave up and asked him if Snape could help "At least get Mrs. Pomfrey's treatment -"
"I can't! -" Draco cried in front of Harry without warning. "I just can't - no one can knows -"
he was a little taller than Harry, lowered his head just to Harry's shoulder, and Harry subconsciously hugged him with open arms and let him cry in Harry's arms
"I just can't! If I tell others, my family will be over, my mother -"
"He'll kill my mother. I can't --"
Harry suddenly felt a burst of weakness and discomfort. Although it was only some chaotic and irrelevant sentences, he could also hear that it was Voldemort. He recalled Cedric and his father at the end of fourth grade, and the Voldemort and Death Eaters he saw in the grave, especially Lucius's dazzling white blond hair.
"Please, don't, don't tell anyone --"
"I won't tell anyone," finally Harry patted him on the back as he sobbed, comforted him, and released him
Harry didn't have afternoon classes. He went back to bed and slept for a while. It was already night. He lay back in bed and began to think. He felt very numb. He couldn't kick his breath under all kinds of things. He couldn't tell what he felt now. He recalled what Draco had just said. He promised Draco that he wouldn't reveal his secret, However, this matter remained in his heart and made him uneasy. He could only take out his map from his bag -
"I solemnly swing that I am up to no good -"
he began to look for Draco's spot. Not surprisingly, it was the prefect's bathroom again. He was with shafiq. He put on an invisible cloak and quietly went out of his bedroom.
This time, the voice in the prefect's bathroom was very low, only a slight voice. Harry slowly approached. They stood by the window. Shafiq stood in front of Draco and just blocked him. Shafiq pulled Draco's shirt open and urged Draco to pose as he needed.
"Raise your head, Draco, don't lower your head." he took two pictures with the camera in his hand, The flash of his camera lit up Draco's lifeless face. He grabbed Draco's chin and slapped him in the face.
"Don't be so dull, be happy, it'll look good when you shoot it. You don't want me to tell you know who about your mother, do you?"
he grabbed Draco's neck "Who could have thought that the Malfoy family, the stooge of the you know who, were actually traitors. What would the mysterious man do to your mother if he knew what she did?"
he let go. Draco coughed violently in front of him and begged him, "please, my mother --" Harry couldn't see it anymore. He completely forgot that he was still in the invisibility cloak. He pulled out his wand and thanked his training in DA. Before shafiq began to notice him, he had fallen to the ground and was unconscious.
"Potter!" Draco exclaimed. He was obviously frightened. With the suffocation, his face began to turn abnormally pale
"Are you all right, Malfoy?" Harry pulled him up from the ground.
"Why are you still wandering around?" strangely, Draco was unusually calm. He looked at the people on the ground indifferently while tidying up his clothes. "What do you want? Potter, what do you want to know? Draco stared at Harry.
"You can have a better attitude towards the man who just saved you. I stare at you just to know what you're trying to do. I know you're with the death eaters."
"you don't know anything! Potter!" Draco grabbed Harry's collar and said angrily. After a while, he let go "Do me a favor, Potter, I'll tell you what you want to know. Help me deal with him. I can't lift him alone!"
"how can I believe you? You liar -"
“my mother, I must protect my mother! You can use whatever you want, Even veritaserum - "
Harry had never seen Draco so serious. He stepped back "I'll help you take him to Mrs. Pomfrey, but I won't believe you."
"whatever you want, Potter, believe it or not"
Harry woke up again when he saw Draco's eyes in his sleep. He was tired. This time it was morning. He missed breakfast. He found his glasses and hurried out. It was time for spell class. He didn't want to be late and be nagged by Hermione. He didn't listen to a word in class. When he was in a daze, he saw a paper crane flying towards him.
【I'll see you in the empty classroom on the second floor at the weekend. I'll wait for you all day.
You can bring your brain. (I mean Granger, don't bring others, including Weasley, or you won't see me. DM】
Harry crumpled the paper crane into a ball and looked in the direction of Draco. He deliberately lowered his head to avoid Harry's eyes
"all right，that you said you could tell Hermione.”
Harry began to think about how to explain to Hermione and Ron.