HP: Slytherin disguise

"Peeping is not a good habit."

Sit up.

Draco yawned a little tiredly.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

The person who was hiding at the door of the infirmary and peeking inside was instantly frightened.

Close the door quickly.

But after thinking about it again.

Bracing his nerves again, he opened the door and walked in.

He walked to the hospital bed nervously.

That red hair.

You don't have to look closely to know who it is.

"Are you ok?"

"Uh...school...um...Draco?"

Ron's face was pale, and his hands hung helplessly at his sides.

It seems that he is afraid of embarrassment.

He raised his hand to scratch his hair.

He didn't dare and went to see Draco sitting on the hospital bed.

Who let.

Did his sister Ginny get into trouble?

anyway.

Everyone has to come.

Moreover, Draco is still his friend and must come to express condolences.

"It's not great, and it's not comfortable."

"I feel uncomfortable all over."

He glanced at the submissive Ron.

Draco stretched, offering him no reassuring words at all.

Because the arms are stretched.

The shirt was lifted up, revealing the slender and soft waist. The skin was white and delicate, and particularly bright, like shining pearls.

Ron raised his head subconsciously.

I just happened to witness the whole process.

Even though Draco had lowered his arms, his clothes slid down, covering the happy couple just now.

He was still staring unconsciously.

It seems that he hasn't recovered from it yet.

in mind.

It’s all about the scene just now…

A stream of heat flowed out of his nose, and Ron felt his whole body burning up.

It's hot, my ears are burning.

I feel even more confused.

Sensing that Ron was inexplicably silent.

Draco looked up and looked over.

At this moment, Ron's face was very red, his ears were as red as blood, and he looked dumbfounded.

But the reddest one.

Or the two streams of blood flowing out of his nose.

"Madam Pomfrey!"

Draco took one look and quickly turned to call Madam Pomfrey in the pharmacy.

This person.

It can't be because of that Ginny.

And give yourself a punch to apologize to him?

Almost instantly.

Draco firmly believed this conjecture.

otherwise.

How is it possible to have a nosebleed?

What a coincidence...

No matter what, people can't die in front of him.

If you want to die, you have to die outside.

What does it mean to die in front of him?

Touch porcelain?

"what happened?"

Madam Pomfrey heard the shouting and ran out.

Draco came as soon as he saw someone.

He raised his hand and pointed at Ron and said, "He is sick!"

"Treat him!"

Looking over with some confusion, Madam Pomfrey rushed forward the next second.

He touched his forehead again and opened his eyes again.

But then.

Then he retracted his hand strangely.

"It's nothing, just a little angry."

"Kid, are you okay?"

"Why are you so stupid..."

Draco rolled his eyes and lay down to sleep.

That's the time.

Ron finally regained consciousness.

He raised his hand to wipe his nose and said awkwardly: "I'm fine..."

"Go ahead, Madam Pomfrey."

Nodding, Madam Pomfrey planned to go back.

But then I thought about it.

It felt inappropriate again.

Finally, Ron was given a cup of potion before he left peacefully.

The entire medical room.

Two more people were left.

And Draco lay there, paying no attention to him.

Ron continued to scratch his head.

Conceal the embarrassment.

"Are you ok?"

"Draco..."

It seems that standing alone is not a problem.

Ron spoke up to find a topic.

But this.

He had asked it once, and Draco had answered it.

Draco, who couldn't feel at ease even when lying down, was a little annoyed.

But then I thought about it.

Then the mentality of teasing this person arose.

Who makes Ron act like an idiot.

Stupid without knowing it.

He also thinks he is very smart.

Sitting up quickly, Draco looked at Ron, who was scratching his head in front of the hospital bed.

If you continue scratching, your hair will probably fall out...

Ron saw Draco suddenly sit up and began to think about something again.

His face was faintly red.

"It's not good, it hurts."

"My head hurts too."

"I feel uncomfortable all over, as if I'm going to die..."

Draco spoke, leaving Ron speechless.

I could only open my eyes and look at him.

then…

scratching his head.

He pursed his lips speechlessly.

Draco then put on his best performance.

His face turned pale.

He raised his hand to his forehead, looking very uncomfortable.

That fair face still had a sick look.

Ron didn't scratch his head this time, but ran to the side of the bed in a panic, stretching out his hands, not daring to fall down and touch Draco.

Draco just looked too fragile.

He was afraid that it would break if he touched it.

"Sorry, Draco!"

"You're not going to die."

The screams stung Draco's head, and he regretted talking to Ron.

But when it comes to acting, you have to do the whole thing.

His body went limp.

fell down.

I planned to lie in bed, pretend to be sick, and then fall asleep.

Let Ron make his own decision and leave.

But what Draco didn't expect was this.

Ron, who had stretched out his hands just now, not daring to touch him, now rushed up to him and hugged him.

Then sit on the edge of the bed.

Hold him in your arms.

Touch his forehead gently with your hand.

"... "

Draco bit his lip secretly and just lay in Ron's arms, neither moving nor moving.

"I'm really sorry, Draco."

"I apologize on Ginny's behalf."

"She was so excited."

"Expressing anger without understanding the root cause of the matter."

"Hope you get better."

"Otherwise, I will blame myself very much..."

Ron's voice was sad and guilty, and he wanted to commit suicide to apologize.

But it's worth mentioning.

He held Draco's arm firmly.

I don't feel anything is wrong at all.

Or.

She didn't even notice that she was hugging her very hard.

"I also hope I can get better soon..."

"My shoulders just hurt so much..."

"Ron..."

"My shoulder hurts so much..."

Draco tried to remind Ron not to put his arm around his shoulders.

Don't use so much force either.

Ron lowered his head and met Draco's tear-filled gray-blue eyes.

The boy is very petite and fragile.

Being held in his arms.

There is a visual sense of snuggling up.

In just a moment, Ron felt like he suddenly grew taller.

An inexplicable sense of responsibility arose.

There was a serious look on his red face.

He raised his hand and used his fingertips to wipe away the tears at the end of Draco's eyes and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

stunned for a moment.

Draco stared blankly at Ron's serious face.

no…

What am I afraid of?

are you there?

What's the use of you...

"I mean...my shoulder hurts...Ron..."

Draco thought for a moment.

Re-create the expression.

A look of pity appeared on her delicate little face.

"Huh?" Ron couldn't hold his expression for three seconds before he collapsed.

He hugged Draco tightly.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, mom said just blow it and it'll be fine..."

"You're the best, Draco..."

Ron was still dumbfounded.

on the mouth.

Not forgetting to continue to comfort the poor Draco in his arms...