[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

warm.

He stared blankly at the person in front of him, because the distance was too close, he could hardly see those light blue eyes clearly, and he didn't know whether it was still a world of ice and snow inside.

In any case, his lips were actually the same as the fleeting temperature of his fingertips before, making people who were attacked by the cold feel a little bit of nostalgia.

Then Draco realized that his focus was wrong.

Reluctantly, he raised his hand to push away the person in front of him, but just as he raised his hand, he was grabbed. He forgot to wear gloves and relied on the thin suit pocket for warmth. Unsurprisingly, his hand was almost frozen, and was caught It took a long time to hold it with ten fingers intertwined before feeling the warmth from the man's palm.

His hands were clasped behind his back, and when his lower lip was swept by the soft tongue, he was completely enveloped in this person's breath, half embracing him like the warmest world in winter, separated by two The cloth on the person's body can feel the temperature from the other person's chest.

It was really like a cheating kiss.

Taking advantage of the moment when he was terribly cold and was about to walk into the warm room, he insisted that he couldn't reach the end half a step - he could only be left in the world that this bad guy deliberately created for him.

Even if a warming spell is added, it can't match the warmth of the small stove on the opponent's body.

So much so that even the idea of ​​resistance has faded a lot.

In the blending atmosphere, there is an exchange of coveted warmth, which is hard to find in this cold outdoor.

It's obviously the right time to bully unscrupulously, but the other party quite understands what is enough, just traces his lips, does not try to invade, and even backs away in time before he realizes that Draco is really about to become angry. withdrew.

Then she touched his forehead, let out a soft breath, pulled his hands back to his body, and put them together to warm the back of his hands, which were almost freezing to the point of pain, and lowered their eyes and did not speak.

Draco's first reaction was to walk away.

The second reaction was that this Ivan must be a fake—in any case, how could this guy who was so indifferent that he almost had no human emotions do such a thing to himself?

So much so that he blurted out in the end: "You...is there something wrong with your brain?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized that he seemed to have misplaced his focus again, especially the smile that was trying to be blocked in the slightly squinted eyes of the other party was so obvious, so obvious that Draco finally found the correct response.

He withdrew his hand and grabbed the other party's collar, so the suit had been kept in a meticulous state since it was put on, and the suit, which was not even half wrinkled, was held into a ball by his white fingers at the collar.

Ivan let him have a fit, and even leaned forward slightly, as if letting him beat him, but the emotion in his eyes returned to the calmness as before——

So much so that Draco just raised his other hand, and couldn't put it down for a long time.

He always felt that there was a sentence written on Ivan's face: Just try to beat me up.

He hesitated for a moment, and it was this moment that made Ivan couldn't help curling his lips, stood up straight calmly, and gestured towards the direction of the room.

Is it not cold yet?

Draco... Draco let go of his collar instantly, and walked back into the hall without looking back.

The man who stayed where he was straightened his tie slowly, and when he looked down and saw the wrinkle that couldn't be straightened out, he didn't feel annoyed at all, just dusted it off with his hands and didn't care about it anymore.

Then I watched the last trace of the man's back in the hall, and thought helplessly:

Why are you so afraid of me?

A certain dragon boss walked towards the hall of Malfoy Manor like a stroll in the courtyard, recalling his getting along with Draco by the way, thinking that he had never threatened him much, how could he be so cowardly in front of him cute.

Like a quiet, secret indulgence.

Isn't it, if you can do a little too much...

The evil thoughts sprouting in the corner of my heart are like the mistletoe blooming on the hedge, growing more and more prosperous, and it seems to be a mutation of the dodder flower. After growing wildly, it wraps around the whole heart, screaming those evil things in every beat, and can't tell Thoughts of the mouth.

The young man who stayed in the time and space disturbed by time magic for three years realized later that what was liberated along with the thoughts in his heart was the longing for Draco.

I really want to.

Miss you very much.

He walked into the room and saw the light-blond young man with pink ears in the corner. For the first time, he felt that Christmas was such a happy holiday, just because he finally got his wish and let him see this young man who died three years ago. people who want to get.

At the grand banquet, the most eye-catching protagonist was absent-minded, and didn't even react until the banquet was over and the guests were all gone——

Then he saw Narcissa coming up to him, her concerned eyes fell on his face, he blinked subconsciously, and opened his mouth only to realize that he didn't know what to say.

Say what?

Said...he didn't want to be engaged to these women?

He must be crazy.

His eyes wandered for a while, and when he met his dear mother again, he unexpectedly asked, "Are you too tired at night? Why are you still standing here?"

The person who knows him best in the world doesn't mention what he said before.

He froze for a moment, subconsciously smiled, looked over her shoulder, and met Lucius who had just returned from sending important officials from the Ministry of Magic behind.

Lucius didn't understand what his son's eyes meant, so he looked at Draco twice more, as if silently urging him: Speak up if you have something to say.

As if he was freed from something in an instant, the smile on Draco's face became more genuine. After giving Narcissa a hug and a goodnight kiss, he walked quickly to his room on the second floor.

Halfway there, as if he remembered something, he turned his head and said to the two people below: "Merry Christmas, Mom and Dad!"

It was rare for Lucius to see him so jumping in front of him. He looked at his wife in surprise, the snake head wand in his hand rose and fell, and asked, "What's going on with him? I didn't know him at the banquet just now." I've never seen him so excited."

Not to mention that he was not excited, the way he did just now was simply out of order, Lucius wanted to beat him several times, about how to maintain proper demeanor and etiquette at the banquet.

If others can't see it, how can he not see that his son is being perfunctory?

Narcissa smiled without saying a word, and stepped forward to help him take off the thick cloak. Lucius raised his chin cooperatively, and asked again as if thinking of something:

"By the way, the Parkinson family, what do you think?"

Narcissa thought of Draco's appearance before, and thought of that inexplicable black-haired young man. After a while, she said meaningfully: "If it was her, Xiaolong would have shown it a long time ago."

Lucius frowned.

Makes sense.

It's a pity, but he's just such a son, it's okay to indulge once in a while.

Seeing his thoughtful expression, Narcissa has already begun to imagine that if things are really as she thought, then how to enlighten her husband would be better.

After Christmas.

The post-holiday atmosphere is everywhere on the Hogwarts campus, and even fifth-year students who are due to take their OWLs (Owner Wizarding Levels) feel that they have another two weeks to waste when they face the imminent death deadline for their exams.

But for the fifth-grade Slytherins, there is something worthy of a little bit of gratification for them-it is said that a sixth-grade student will take the exam with them this year.

Thinking of having a guy who can accompany them through the ravages of the exam, they actually felt a bit of joy in comparison.

Until they know who the guy who is going to make up the OWLs is—

"Eh? Eh? Eh? What? The dragon boss is back?"

"It's him? How could it be him?"

"Damn it, I actually want to stay in the same examination room as a dragon. Quickly, take out the quick-acting heart-healing potion I made two days ago, and I'll take two sips slowly!"

Draco was sitting in the library, turning a page of the book in his hand with a blank expression, desperately wanting to cast offensive spells on those around who were whispering and gossiping.

This person's return was as dazzling as his strength, and successfully filled Hogwarts with topics about him.

At this moment, a junior Slytherin approached him with a smile, "I heard..."

The light-blond young man rolled his eyelids, his silver-gray eyes looked at him coldly.

The junior Slytherin calmly swallowed his desire to gossip, and changed his words: "I heard that you are good at potions, Mr. Malfoy, I have an experiment I want to ask you for."

"As you can see, I'm reviewing." Draco squinted his eyes and replied lazily, but the laziness in the words did not reveal the slightest bit of impatience, obviously the other party's flattery was right The place.

"However, if you don't mind, you can wait for me in the Slytherin common room after eight o'clock in the evening." He changed his voice and said slowly in the expectant eyes of the other party.

The lower grade who got the answer thanked me happily, and slipped away when Mrs. Pince was about to clean up here with a feather duster.And after him, because of the librarian's arrogance, the discussions around him also stopped, and Draco was able to enjoy the pleasant time again...

Sit down next to a person.

Let Draco's pleasure rise to half ashes.

He turned his head to stare at Ivan, and asked him with his eyes: What are you doing sitting here?

Ivan looked at him calmly, put the "Intermediate Potion Making" that he had just borrowed on the table, and said in a normal tone with the convenience of being able to control the wind:

"I heard you're doing well with potions—"

Even the sentence pattern is exactly the same as the boy who left just now, there is no doubt that he heard their chat just now.

Draco wanted to let him go when he opened his mouth.

After opening his lips, he was not sure whether his voice would reach Mrs. Pince, so he suppressed his voice in his throat, and mumbled something in a low voice:

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Don't think he doesn't know, as early as in Ilvermorny, this guy was reading "Advanced Potion Making", and now he ran to him to pretend to be garlic.

Ivan glanced at him quite calmly, and replied solemnly:

"The exam is coming soon, find someone to review with."

The silver-gray eyes of the light-blonde youth are full of doubts: Make it up, keep making it up.

Never seen such a brazen person, bah, dragon.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Ivan: Xueba, please make up lessons.

Draco: Go!No give no give!

Ivan: ...Then, shall I make up lessons for you?

Draco: Boss, are you still shameless?