[HP-DH] The second generation of the Big Four

Because of Peter, Mr. Weasley's work has been somewhat affected.The family's embarrassment made Ron refuse Mrs. Weasley to prepare him another set of decent robes.

Together with Harry, they changed the second-hand robe.After removing the lace and the moldy lotus leaf collar, they used the cutting spell to open the chest of the skirt-like robe. They hardened the soft fabric and narrowed the waistline. Smooth and shiny.

Without any embellishments, this womanly dress turned into a simple, tough Muggle-like trench coat.

Ron sincerely admired: "It's really great!"

The redhead excitedly wanted to pull Harry into a snowball fight, but he was rejected because Hermione was determined to challenge Harry's messy hair.

As a last resort, Ron had to go to lunch alone.The hall has changed, twelve huge Christmas trees are covered with festive lights, and countless fairies flutter their wings around them.At the dinner table, the house-elf prepared a hundred turkeys and a large pile of Christmas pudding for them.In the middle of each table, there are mountains of cribbage wizard biscuits.

After lunch, Ron, who had nothing to do, walked around the school.The snow was white, and almost no one had stepped on it, except for a deep footprint made by the students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons when they returned to the castle.

It was in such a icy and snowy day that one of Tina's dragons broke its shell.It squeaked and shook its head and tail, and learned to breathe fire when it couldn't even walk clearly.

Hagrid tied a Christmas bell to both it and Tina, and there were roasted and delicious sheep in the huge food bowl.Tina ate with satisfaction, and Ron dozed off in the sound of her gurgling.

After a slightly quiet afternoon, the whole of Hogwarts seemed to come alive.Just after seven o'clock, neatly dressed men and women appeared in the hall.They were in pairs, and there was an endless stream of cheerful laughter.

A group of Slytherins came up the steps from their underground common room.In the lead was Draco, wearing an open-necked black salute, standing beside Ron, waiting for his mate.

More and more people poured into the auditorium, and after a while, Krum and Fleur also arrived.Professor McGonagall wore a red plaid robe with an emerald green thistle garland on the brim of his hat.She made the warriors wait by the door, while the others were called to sit at small round tables lit by lanterns in the auditorium.

"Where's your partner? Why haven't you come?" Professor McGonagall said majesticly, her eyes on Draco and Ron were full of doubts.

"Ah! Look!"

Someone shouted in a low voice, and everyone turned their heads, their eyes glued to the two people walking down the stairs.

It was Harry and Hermione.

But they didn't look like themselves at all.Hermione smoothed her disheveled hair into an elegant sideburn, exposing her slender and graceful neck.Ron had seen Hermione's appearance before, but even so he kept his eyes straight.

But Harry, he was so different.

Apparently, Hermione's strength was not in vain, and his hair was finally subdued under the triple attack of potion spells and magic control.The slightly curly black hair was finely scattered on the forehead, which perfectly covered the lightning-shaped scar.His emerald green eyes finally showed, emerald-like, stunningly beautiful.

Only then did people realize that the savior would look so handsome after taking off his glasses and baggy clothes.

At the beginning of the ball, the four warriors of the Triwizard Tournament dance with their partners.Slow, sad tunes were played throughout the auditorium, and couples of men and women were circling on the brightly lit stage.Ron and Hermione were dancing nearby—Harry could see Hermione frowning and dodging as Ron stepped on her foot—the redhead's ears were slightly red, and even now, he was still nervous At a loss.

On the other side, Dumbledore waltzed Professor McGonagall.Brass bells were tied to their long, silver-white beards, which jingled as they spun.

Draco was dissatisfied with Harry's distraction, he said tastefully, "Be more focused."

The 14-year-old boy has a maturity that does not suit his age. His exquisite eyebrows and eyes are cold, and his expression softens when he looks at Harry.

"Watch your feet."

Harry's ballroom dancing had always been so bad that Draco didn't do much to help him with the girl steps.He doesn't understand those so-called rhythms by nature, and all dances are circles one after another in his understanding.

"Sorry." Harry looked embarrassedly at Draco's leather shoes, which were already covered with footprints one after another.

"Follow me, yes, we only dance the simplest kind." Draco patiently taught Harry the steps. Gradually, his arms that were originally on Harry's shoulders were replaced by his arms around his waist, and his partner's The breath was so intoxicating that after a dance song ended, the elf whispered softly, and the warm breath sprinkled on Harry's ear: "Tonight, come to my room?"

The drooping eyelashes seem to be careless, they fluctuate up and down like butterfly wings, and the trembling appearance looks very pitiful.It took a long time before Harry hemmed out a word: "Okay."

He had already felt, Draco's suppressed desire for him in his body.

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The next day, Harry, who was in a drowsy sleep, was awakened by a hasty knock on the door.He got up from Draco's arms with dazed eyes, but when he moved a little, he was so painful that he limp down again.

Rubbing his waist with one hand, Draco frowned displeasedly: "I'll go and see." He was about to get up when Snape's cold voice came from outside: "If you are inside, then I will Sincerely hope your poor brains can wake up, Draco - stupid dog, what are you doing!"

Snape's voice was cut off, replaced by an incantation: "Alahoo hole!"

"Harry, are you okay—" the voice faltered, because Sirius had already seen what was inside.

His lovely godson was in Malfoy's arms, covered in mottled red marks all over his body - and then he realized a fact that could not be ignored: his dearest little angel was eaten up by Malfoy up.

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