[HP] Draco's One Thousand and One Nights

No.90 Nine Nights Late Night Trip to Godric's Hollow

"Dear Mr. Savior, are you afraid?"

Draco smirked and winked at Harry, but he wasn't worried that Harry would become angry. Although Mr. Savior liked to fight with him, he still listened to him most of the time.

Well, he unilaterally thinks so.

"Who's scared." Harry held his head high, walked straight forward, walked a few steps and then stopped, as if he didn't know which room was Draco's.

"Please~" Draco walked to the door of the room, opened the door with one hand, and made an invitation to Harry.

Harry froze at the door.

Draco was overjoyed, presumably overwhelmed by the gorgeous new decor in his room.

Surprise does exist, but not necessarily Yan.

Harry looked at the layout in the room and fell into thinking. Are all the interiors of Malfoy's house decorated in this style?Why did Scorpius' room look so normal just now?Harry questioned the half-gold-red-half-silver-green design, and turned his gaze to Draco, but it seemed that he was seeing this result for the first time.

The whole room is centered on the center of the big bed in the middle of the bedroom. The left side is golden red and silver green. It is very symmetrical. Even the Christmas decorations hanging from the ceiling are half gold and half green ribbons. They are so distinct that they look awkward no matter how you look at them.

Draco didn't expect such a result. He wrote to his parents to emphasize adding something that Gryffindor would like, but it's not this way of adding, right?How on earth did they think to design such a thing, it is almost impossible to look directly at it, okay?

"It doesn't actually represent the aesthetics of our Malfoy family." Draco explained feebly.

Harry held back a smile and looked around. In fact, except for the clear line, everything else was fine. It should be fine if you get used to it.

However, with this design, if two people quarrel or have a cold war in the future, there is no need to separate rooms, and this line can be used to separate them.

"Aren't you thinking too long-term?" Draco was very dissatisfied. No one thinks about quarrels and cold wars before they get married.

Harry didn't think it was long-term at all, and he clutched the small box in his pocket, a little nervously.

"Maybe soon." Harry muttered under his breath.

Draco heard it anyway, and he thought Harry was right.He had suddenly changed his mind. He had wished for a longer night, for him and Harry to spend more time together, but now he wished it could go away so he could start that project.

"I--"

"that--"

The two spoke at the same time, but both chose to keep their mouths shut and let the other speak first.

The interior is eerily quiet.

"Crackling~" There was a sound overhead, and Draco and Harry looked up.The mistletoe hanging from the ceiling blooms as if manipulated by someone.

"Trust me, this is definitely not a conspiracy."

Draco raised his right hand and swore, his gray-blue eyes were full of helplessness, he believed that his mother should have done it, it couldn't be such a coincidence, and now he couldn't explain it clearly.Harry didn't think he was up to no good, well, he didn't intend to sit still.

Harry looked at the person in front of him, and his consciousness was a little blurred.

The lights in the room were warm, and Mr. Draco Malfoy was unexpectedly to his liking, so Harry didn't say anything, he grabbed Draco's skirt and kissed him fiercely.

The moment their lips and tongues met, Harry felt that he had found his lost soul.

After being dazed at the beginning, Draco quickly turned his back on the guest. He held Harry tightly in his arms, pressed the back of Harry's head with one hand, bit the other's lips, and the smell of rust lingered in their mouths. It spread, but neither of them had the intention of stopping.

If the kiss of a dementor can bring despair and pain to a person, then the kiss of a loved one can bring spiritual satisfaction.

Harry was a little flustered, not sure if it was because of the lack of oxygen, he felt Draco's breath slipping into his body from the joint of lips and tongue, scurrying around, making him hot all over and unable to control himself.

Draco didn't want to stop, he couldn't describe the feeling, like a soul that had wandered for thousands of years passed through Avalon, stopped there and didn't want to leave again.He thought that his endurance had probably reached its limit.

Just as the string was about to snap, Harry pushed Draco away.

"Whoosh..."

Harry broke away from Draco's arms and took a big gulp of fresh air.Just now, his instinct told him that Draco was dangerous now, and he had to push him away.

"Hiss—" Harry licked the corner of his lower lip, and the pain came back again. He estimated that his mouth would be swollen tomorrow, and he didn't know if Draco had any quick-acting potions.

Seeing Harry's movements, Draco's eyes darkened a bit, and the rationality that had just run away from home seemed to go further.

"Calm down!" Responding instinctively, Harry pressed Draco's arm and said seriously, "I'm going to take you to meet my parents!"

"what?"

Draco calmed down a bit, he looked up at the wall clock, it was past eleven o'clock, why did Harry want to do this all of a sudden?

"Will you go to Godric's Hollow with me?" Harry had already planned to take Draco to show his parents. The original plan was to go tomorrow, but depending on the situation, it seems better to go now , at least let them both calm down.

"Draco." Harry called Draco's name in a hoarse voice. Draco thought he was about to cry, so he hurriedly said yes, but in fact Harry was just a little hoarse because of his shortness of breath just now.

But the result of this misunderstanding is always good.

Draco took care of Harry's feelings all the way, and the two flooed from the fireplace at Malfoy's house to the cemetery in Godric's Hollow.

The cemetery was empty in the middle of the night, and when they first arrived here, they both shivered when they were blown by the cold wind.But this time the boiling blood on both of them also quieted down.

The snow on the ground was already more than ten centimeters deep, and the snowflakes seemed to be planning to float overnight.Draco and Harry supported each other and found Harry's parents' grave by the light of their wands.

Snow covered the tombstone, Draco and Harry carefully cleaned the snow off, and respectfully presented a bouquet of flowers.

Harry had sneaked here once on Halloween alone, but he didn't tell Draco that he had talked a lot with his parents there, about Draco, about Scorpius, about himself.Now with Draco, he didn't know what to say.

Draco looked a little nervous, even in the face of a cold tombstone, he was very disturbed, he knew that he was not a good person in the eyes of Gryffindor.So would Harry's parents, the two out-and-out Gryffindors, not like him?

"No Gryffindor would like a Malfoy." Harry said while observing Draco's expression, and sure enough, he had already started to get depressed.

"But Harry Potter likes Draco Malfoy."

"When did you learn to beat around the bush like this?" Draco looked at Harry helplessly, alas, what could he do with him.

"I learned from you!" Harry felt that he was not a good student, and he only learned three-tenths of Mr. Draco Malfoy.

"Thank you for the compliment." Draco smiled and helped Harry brush off the snowflakes on his head.

Harry took Draco's hand and squatted down in front of his parents' tombstone, talking in a rambling manner.

"This is Draco Malfoy, the little bastard I mentioned earlier."

No, it should be the big bastard, Draco thought, I'm not the kid I used to be, don't forget I'm taller than you now, Harry.

So annoying, Harry wanted to cover Draco's face.Although Draco didn't speak, just looking at his expression, Harry felt as if he had used Legilimency on him, and he could understand what Draco was thinking.

Draco covered his face with his hands aggrievedly, but his gray blue eyes were still staring at Harry through his fingers.

"Look, is he naive or not?" Harry followed Draco's example and talked to his parents, covering his face. "Scorpius is still cute. I'll bring Scorpius over to see you some other day."

Harry closed his mouth and stared at the tombstone, a few tears suddenly rolled from the corners of his eyes.Draco gently wiped it off with his fingers.

"I know they won't hear." Harry seemed to be talking to himself, "but I really want to tell them."

"Yeah, I know." Draco pulled Harry into his arms and patted him on the back.

The two snuggled up to each other quietly, and the snowflakes fell on them silently.Draco waited for Harry to calm down. After an unknown amount of time, a thin layer of snow fell on the two of them.

"Draco, I'm a little sleepy." Harry yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"Why don't we go back." Draco suggested, feeling a little bit overwhelmed.

"Okay." Harry shook off the snowflakes on his body and wanted to stand up, but why couldn't his legs move?

"Because it's numb." Draco didn't know why they hugged each other in a squatting position, but it was too awkward, and he was pretty sure his leg was numb.

Harry tentatively lifted a leg, and Draco held his shoulder, telling him to be careful.It's okay not to move, Harry also felt this movement, it was really sore and numb, Harry felt that he was about to lose control of his center of gravity.

"careful!"

Seeing that Harry was about to fall into the snow, Draco quickly grabbed his arm, but unfortunately he forgot that his legs were also numb, and now it was all right, the two of them fell into the snow together.

"Hahahahahaha."

The two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.Who would believe it, fortunately, only the other party knew about such an embarrassing thing.

"Remember to ask me to come with you next time you come here." Draco looked into Harry's eyes and said seriously.

"Okay." Harry nodded, but next time?Again?What does it mean?

"I was there on Halloween."

Draco remembered everything Harry had said that day, every word burned into his heart.

"Thank you, Draco." Harry didn't know why he said thank you, maybe it was Shedraco's concern, or maybe it was Shedraco's company, no matter what it was, Harry had an extremely clear consciousness at this moment Now, he loves Draco Malfoy, very much.

"I love you too, Harry Potter."

The author has something to say:

Crazy want to drive, then thought of jj's regulations orz

I'm about to vomit blood when I brake suddenly, I hope this chapter is okay

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