HP: Slytherin disguise

Harry lowered his head in embarrassment and raised his hands to button up Draco's open shirt.

He was afraid Draco would wake up tomorrow.

Seeing the traces left by my own cruelty...

but…

Harry was so scared, Draco didn't know who left this.

He didn't want Draco to forget him.

And fear of being discovered.

People are so complicated...

"How could you not know who I am..." Harry was in great pain, but he still pretended to be calm and raised his hand to wipe away Draco's tears.

Just for a moment.

The inner restlessness is extinguished and at the same time tortured.

I am suffering from the dementia I just suffered.

Maybe if he didn't do anything just now, he wouldn't be so tortured and scared...

"I hate you…"

"Go away..."

Draco's wrist hurt.

But Tili pushed Harry away.

"Don't hate me...I'm Harry, you're just drunk..."

"You're drunk, Draco."

"You don't hate me at all."

...

Harry smiled, but it was a forced smile.

He wanted to touch Draco with his hands.

But he was kicked down by his legs.

It wasn't that Draco was very strong, but that Harry was shaking all over and was unable to steady himself.

Sitting on the ground, Harry raised his head in confusion.

The young man looked down at him, his fair face full of disgust and discomfort.

"Why…"

Harry felt his vision blurry.

He didn't understand why Draco still hated him when he was drunk?

Even if you can't remember who you are.

It shouldn’t be so disgusting…

In fact, he should know that Draco hated him.

From beginning to end.

Draco didn't want to spend any more time with this person who was hurting him, so he held on to the wall and left...

I do not know how long it has been.

Harry stood up from the ground in despair.

He raised his hand and took off his glasses in a self-deprecating manner.

Those green eyes.

Already depressed...

"You go back first, I'll just go to the auditorium and take a look."

"If they haven't left yet, I'll let the house elves in the kitchen rest first."

At the entrance of the stairs.

Professor McGonagall motioned to Professor Sputraoui to leave first.

"Okay, then I'll go back and rest first."

Professor Sputraw was already tired, so he did not refuse, turned around and went upstairs to leave.

See people and leave.

Professor McGonagall went downstairs and walked through the corridor.

Prepare to go to the auditorium first.

But as soon as she turned the corner of the corridor, she stopped.

There, sitting against the wall right now, was a young man with silver hair.

He lowered his head slightly, exposing the fragile back of his neck. One of his legs was slightly bent, and his well-jointed hand rested on his forehead, as if he had been abandoned.

Sitting alone in a corner of the dark corridor.

If Professor McGonagall didn't smell the faint fragrance.

Nor would he lower his gaze and find Draco.

Professor McGonagall's subconscious pause made her want to lift her legs and leave.

Logically speaking.

She should stay away from Draco.

Why stop?

But she thought so in her heart, but she couldn't lift her legs no matter what.

"You should go back to the office."

Finally, Professor McGonagall warned.

She thought Draco was a little tired and found a place to sit and rest.

Raise your head slightly.

Draco's fair face had a thin layer of pink.

After seeing that the person speaking was a serious witch in green robes, Draco smiled brightly, revealing two sharp little tiger teeth.

It makes him look even more harmless.

Looking into Draco's shining eyes.

Professor McGonagall turned her head left and right, suspecting that she had seen it wrong or was dreaming.

But no matter how you look at it, everything around you looks very familiar.

And real.

Doesn't it look like she's dreaming?

To make sure that he was not mistaken, Professor McGonagall took a big step forward.

Finally seeing it clearly up close, Draco's eyes sparkled.

Like a cat seeing catnip?

With the faint smell of alcohol floating.

Professor McGonagall instantly understood that Draco was drunk.

That's why it's so abnormal.

Raising his hand to grab Professor McGonagall's robe, Draco tightened it somewhat fondly, and almost hugged Professor McGonagall's leg and rubbed his face against it.

Turning his head left and right again, he looked around.

Professor McGonagall wants to leave.

But he didn't want to break away from Draco's hand that was holding the hem of his clothes.

In the end I could only watch.

Draco pulled her robe into his arms, and then...

Are you going to squint for a while?

"Get up and follow me."

Professor McGonagall held out a hand to Draco.

Looking up, Draco looked at Professor McGonagall standing against the light with hazy eyes.

The candle in the corner trembled.

It was already dark, but now it is flickering again.

It seems like it will go out at any moment

Dropping the hem of clothes in his hand, Draco chose the hand extended by the owner of the clothes without hesitation.

He was pulled up and led to another place.

Although the consciousness is so blurred that the whole world is unreal.

But Professor McGonagall pulled him.

But it gave him a real feeling.

Opening the door to his office, Professor McGonagall took Draco inside and then closed the door.

Softly glowing candles burned in the office.

The space is neither big nor small.

But extremely warm.

With the return of the owner, the fire was lit in the fireplace, full of life, and instantly restored to life.

Professor McGonagall came to the chair not far from the fireplace.

I planned to let Draco sit on it and rest first.

But what she didn't expect was that Draco didn't want to sit down at all, so he kept following her, smiling softly.

of course.

The premise is to ignore the hand that is tightly tugging at the hem of his clothes.

"You sit down first."

Professor McGonagall is getting some hay that can sober up alcohol and putting it into the cup.

But Draco was by his side.

I really can't let go.

Shaking his head, Draco pressed directly against it in the next second, rubbing it with satisfaction.

Like a cat nuzzling its owner.

It was at this time that Professor McGonagall remembered that Draco was indeed a cat...

Professor McGonagall is extremely complicated.

She told herself that she was only helping a drunken Draco.

and the sober Minister of Magic.

not related.

With this comfort in his heart, Professor McGonagall no longer had to let Draco sit.

Wait for her to make sobering tea.

Then he took Draco to the seat.

After sitting down.

She motioned for Draco to sit in the chair next to her.

Shake his head again.

Draco relied on sitting at Professor McGonagall's feet, tilting his head against her leg, eyes twinkling with light.

The office fell silent.

Only the fireplace made a crackling sound from time to time.

Professor McGonagall seemed to be in a trance. Holding the slightly hot cup of sobering tea, she blew on it again and again unconsciously...

"Drink some sobering tea..."

After a long time.

Professor McGonagall finally came to her senses and saw that the tea was already warm.

Then he bent down and fed Draco.

The latter didn't really want to drink.

But feeding is indeed better than drinking from a cup.

He drank the sobering tea obediently.

Draco yawned, hugged Professor McGonagall's legs, closed his eyes and rubbed them.

Place the cup on the low table next to you.

Professor McGonagall touched the top of Draco's head with her hand, and it still felt a familiar touch.

Just a little unfamiliar...