[HP] Draco's One Thousand and One Nights

"Scorpius, good boy, let Professor Longbottom take you back." Draco smiled and patted Scorpius' head, "I'll just take Harry back."

Scorpius thought about it, felt that this was a good time to help Draco's father and Harry improve their relationship, and immediately nodded in agreement.

"Daddy take good care of Harry." Scorpius looked at Harry still lying on the broom and told Draco seriously.

"Of course, Dad will take 'good' care of Harry."

"I don't need...cough cough..." Harry coughed violently before he could finish his rebuttal.

Draco couldn't help frowning, feeling a little displeased in his heart, why is he still so reckless, it's just a small game, what are you doing so desperately, in case you are really injured, I... No, no, what am I thinking, this What does it have to do with me.

"Okay, that's it."

Draco stepped forward to grab Harry's hand and put it on his shoulder, and passed the other hand through Harry's back, supporting him, and said calmly under the stare of the stunned Harry: "Go Bar."

"Oh." Harry nodded foolishly, his brain had been short-circuited, and he just nodded subconsciously.

Neville looked even more surprised than Harry, to the point where Draco thanked him when he passed him, and he didn't respond.

Instead, Scorpius patted his chest and assured Draco that he would be obedient. Draco nodded in satisfaction, and then helped Harry to leave.

"Mr. Longbottom? Mr. Longbottom?" Scorpius wanted to remind Neville, Harry, and Draco's father, who were in a daze, that they had gone far away, and it was time for them to leave.Maybe his voice was too low, or maybe Neville was still stuck in his own thoughts, so selfless that Scorpius called Neville several times but didn't respond.

"You can't do this, look at me!" Michael motioned Scorpius to cover his ears, then he cleared his throat and shouted at Neville: "Professor—"

Not to mention that Neville here finally came to his senses, and sent Scorpius and Michael back to the Slytherin cellar in a daze.

Speaking of Harry alone, he has always maintained a state of being half hugged and half hugged by Draco.Harry was actually very entangled. It seemed too stingy to break free, not to mention that after the game just now and the last dive, he really had no strength, but if he didn't break free, he felt a little awkward. It's too difficult.

Harry struggled and twisted slightly unconsciously, his messy black hair brushed against Draco's cheek from time to time.

Draco noticed that Harry's messy black hair was unexpectedly soft, which made him feel a little itchy.He didn't know whether to let go of his hand, he glanced at Harry out of the corner of his eye, and found that he was staring straight ahead with no expression on his face, feeling a little lost for no reason.

Since Harry didn't seem to be feeling well, there was no reason for him to let go, and besides, he had promised Scorpius to take good care of Harry.

Harry didn't dwell on it for long, and for some reason, he thought of the game just now. Even if he didn't want to admit it, Draco's skills seemed to have improved a lot.

"Well, I didn't expect you to be quite powerful now."

"Of course." Draco raised his chin proudly, and Harry thought he looked exactly like the arrogant little bastard he remembered. "I've always been great."

"Come on, you must have practiced a lot."

"Have you seen me practice?"

"How can I see this?"

"Then how do you know I haven't practiced less? If you lose, you lose, don't quibble!"

"I have no sophistry! I just know!"

……

The two bickered all the way to Harry's office.

"Quidditch." Draco's low voice rang in Harry's ear.

"What did you say..."

"Squeak—" The door opened, and Harry realized that Draco said the password. Harry felt that he was so stupid that he didn't even remember the password of his own office.But this guy has a good memory, so doesn't he still remember the password of my bedroom?

"Yes, I still remember." Draco added silently in his heart.Harry really had something on his face when he thought about it.

Draco helped Harry into the office, carefully let Harry sit down on the chair, and called his full name seriously.

"Harry James Potter."

"What's wrong?" Harry looked up at Draco, a little uneasy, not knowing what he was going to do.

"Next time, don't put everything you think on your face."

"..."

Harry didn't know how to answer, and rolled his eyes in disdain. He's not a Slytherin's poisonous snake, so of course his face is what he thinks.

"You don't even have the usual potions in your office, do you?" Draco glanced roughly at Harry's office, it didn't look like a place to store potions.

"Yes, it's in the drawer on the left side of the table." Harry is usually healthy, so of course he doesn't keep potions ready at all times, the only ones are gifts from his friends before, I don't know if they have expired, but Harry doesn't understand Draco asked why.

"Why are you looking for potions?"

"You don't know?" Draco responded to Harry while opening the drawer. There were a lot of things in the drawer. Draco felt that the house elves in Hogwarts needed to be rectified, or Harry, the owner of the drawer was too lazy.

"How would I know?" Harry said that he was not a professor of potions, and he didn't bother to think about what potions could do.Wait, potion, didn't he want me to drink it?That's terrible, what if it happens to expire?

"Well, I'm fine, I don't need potions."

"Is this it?" Draco ignored Harry's request to refuse the potion, he took out a wooden box from the drawer, and there seemed to be nothing else to hold the potion except this box.

Harry looked at the somewhat familiar box in Draco's hand and nodded. The box was a birthday present he received this year from George. According to George, it was a box of commonly used potions, so Harry Lazily disassembled and put it directly in the drawer.

If Harriken had thought about it, he would have figured out how, with George's personality, he would give such a serious gift of potions, but unfortunately he didn't, so he watched Draco open the box.

At that moment, Harry only saw strong blue smoke coming out of the box with flashes, and Draco who opened the box only had time to cast a protective spell on Harry before passing out.

"Malfoy!" Harry released a spell to drive away the smoke in the room, and rushed to Draco's side, but the sight in front of him made him not know what to do.

Draco's clothes were still on the ground, but he was gone.

"Malfoy?" Harry looked at the empty office at a loss, where did he go?

"damn it……"

"Malfoy!" Harry seemed to hear Draco's voice, but he looked around but couldn't find where Draco was.

"Pot you bastard!"

This time Harry heard it for real, the voice was coming from Draco's clothes.

Harry squatted down, and carefully stretched out his hands to remove Draco's clothes, and a pure white ferret appeared in front of Harry.

"Malfoy!?" Harry's eyes widened. Could it be that Malfoy is also an illegal Agmanis?

"What?" Draco tried to open his heavy eyelids, and what caught his eyes was a face of Harry that had been magnified many times.

"What's going on?" Draco felt as if he was lying on the ground. He tried to support the ground with his hands, but found something was wrong.

"I must be dreaming." Draco closed his eyes.

"Malfoy, I didn't expect you to be an Agmanis!" Harry screamed excitedly, and it seemed that the fake Moody in fourth year turned Draco into a ferret was no coincidence.

"Merlin..." Draco opened his eyes resignedly, and Harry whispered in his ear. It seemed that he should not be the culprit of this matter, but if it wasn't Harry's prank, who would it be?

"Well, Potter, since it's not you..."

"What's not me?" Harry interrupted Draco, although looking at a ferret lying on the floor with all four limbs wide open, the sound it made was that of Malfoy, that bastard made Harry want to laugh, but Harry is not that stupid, Draco must have become like this because of the smoke just now, so what did he mean just now?Does he suspect me?

Draco the ferret didn't bother to argue with Harry. For him now, finding a way to change back was the most important thing.

"What the hell is that box?" Draco, or the ferret, turned over and grabbed Harry's wizard robe with its front paws.

"It was my birthday present from George." Harry reached out and picked up the ferret that was clinging to him.It wasn't that he wanted to hug Draco, but that squatting for too long was really uncomfortable, and he needed to stand up and rest for a while.

Harry's movements were very gentle, and Draco didn't struggle, not to mention he couldn't bear to stay on the ground all the time, so Harry picked him up from the ground and put him on the table.

"Well, I'm going to write to George now and ask him for the antidote." Harry felt guilty, he clearly heard Draco put a protective spell on him as soon as the smoke cleared.If it wasn't for Draco, it would probably be him who became like this.

"Thank you just now."

"No." Draco didn't know why his first reaction was to throw a protective spell on Harry instead of himself, maybe it was just a conditioned reflex, Draco told himself.It's just that his conditioned reflexes seem to be increasing.

"Malfoy."

"what's up?"

"You're cuter as a ferret than you are normally."

The author has something to say:

I found that my daily writing is really long-winded_(:з」∠)_

Well, imagine a ferret with Draco's voice (ω<*?)

I must let Harry ride the ferret Draco to substitute for Draco! !I feel sorry for Scorpius for a few seconds, Harry probably doesn't have time to play with him