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"Shit!"

The two ran to the cellar.

……

The next morning, the students of the four colleges were surprised to find that the tastes of the leaders of the two colleges were completely reversed. Draco Malfoy frowned and downed a whole glass of pumpkin juice, Harry Potter squeezed his nose and drank a whole glass of lemonade.

The two stared fiercely at each other and strode out of the auditorium. The atmosphere looked tense, as if they could draw out their wands and throw several dozen curses at each other in the next second.

A curious and bold first-year freshman couldn't hold back his admiration and wanted to follow to find out, but was stopped by several male and female prefects.

"do not go."

"Why? What are they going to do?"

The Gryffindor prefect frowned and remained silent for a long time, before finally deciding to put it in a more euphemistic way.

"Fighting goblins."

"...What?"

☆, -[K]-

Oh damn the weather.

Harry Potter pulled his hat over his head, looked around, and ran to a roof.

The store is closed today.I don't know whether the shop owner is kind or not. The canvas shed in front of the shop has not been taken in. It is just right to use it to keep out the rain at this time.

This is a muffin shop. Harry still remembered.The owner is an old lady in her sixties.The muffins she baked are especially delicious, fluffy and delicious, if you can have a cup of hot milk tea——

"Potter," a casually haughty voice interrupted Harry's thoughts on the delicious muffins, pulling him back to the reality of the rain. "Maybe next time you take shelter from the rain, you can see if there is anyone under the eaves."

Oh, bloody Malfoy.Damn weather.

"Malfoy, what do you mean?" Harry Potter glared disdainfully. "The eaves are not yours. I can stand if I want to. Could it be that you are not allowed to stand under the eaves because you are so stupid that you didn't bring an umbrella?!"

"...Potter, I haven't seen you for a while, but you seem to be sharp-tongued a lot. ——And, I don't seem to be the only one who didn't bring an umbrella."

Harry ignored the second half of the other's sentence and sneered contemptuously. "Accept your good words."

……

Oh damn the weather.Damn Malfoy.The white sable is really not right today.

Harry Potter glanced suspiciously at the blond Slytherin, who was uncharacteristically not putting on a superior stance to argue with him, and finally decided to strike first.

"you--"

"you--"

The two spoke at the same time, and then shut up at the same time.

Harry looked at Malfoy's pale, pointed chin, and for some reason his heart felt hot, before he blurted out—

"Cold?"

The blond Slytherin froze. "What?"

Harry turned his face away.He wrinkled his nose and said nothing, regretful in his heart.His ears were burning hot, and his heart was beating faster and faster.

Really.How did you not wander off when you spoke just now?Nasty white ermine.He must be laughing at himself unscrupulously in his heart now.Just wait, he'll be as merciless as an old bat in a minute—

A soft kiss fell suddenly on his face.

Oh damn the weather.

☆, -[L]-

"My mother makes milk pudding, bakes soft cakes, and makes delicious sweets. She sings me a lullaby every night. What does your mother do?"

That arrogant and indulgent voice sounded in Harry's mind again.It wasn't until this moment that Harry realized that behind that ostentatious tone was unconcealable apprehension and the excitement of meeting new friends.

He dropped the wedding invitation in his hand.The gilded black paper fell to the floor.A dainty ornate Malfoy family crest was embossed in the upper right corner of the invitation.

Harry walked slowly to the window ledge and sat down on his knees.He put his arms around his knees and hummed softly a song that no one had ever sung to him before.

……

"My mother makes milk pudding, bakes soft cakes, and makes delicious sweets. She sings me a lullaby every night. What does your mother do?"

……

"I don't have a mother."

☆, -[M]-

Harry Potter came around the corner. Ron Weasley saw him, and when he was about to say hello, he glanced at the other's tie that didn't match the lining of his school robes, and a huge smile froze on his face.

"Harry—"

"mine."

Ron's blurted exclamation was interrupted by a beating, inattentive voice. Ron decided to ignore him.

"Your tie—"

"mine."

Ron felt he couldn't ignore the annoying voice any longer.He should at least have beaten the annoying owner of the annoying voice first.

"Malfoy!"

"mine."

The black-haired boy stepped in with a smile, extinguishing the flames of war that were about to spread in time.

☆, -[N]-

After returning from Potter Manor, Harry Potter went to the ancestral home where the Black family hid in Grimmauld Place, and when he returned to school, he smiled slyly and didn't look like Gryffindor.Only the unconcealable eagerness on his face betrayed his true nature.

He stopped his nemesis Malfoy on the only way to the auditorium, aggressive and excited, surrounded by students from the same house or different houses watching the excitement.

"Malfoy!" Harry agitated Potter began.His cheeks flushed with excitement, and his green eyes brightened. "Quick! Call me uncle!"

"...What?"

"My grandmother—was your grandmother's aunt! So you're my nephew."

Harry could barely hold back the smirk that grew bigger and bigger on his face.Aha - who would have thought that Malfoy would have today!Ha, thinking about how this arrogant little bastard would have to swallow his grievances and reluctantly call him uncle in the future, Harry felt a burst of sourness in his heart.

"Oh?" The expected scene where the other party became angry did not appear. Instead, the other protagonist in this conversation raised his eyebrows leisurely, and his tone was as beating as ever. "Then Mr. Potter, who is out of his mind, maybe I have to remind you that in a way, I am still your godbrother—if you don't give up, call brother to listen?"

The widening smug smirk on Harry's face broke.

Among the crowd of onlookers, the students of Slytherin House began to chuckle mockingly, and the discussion gradually became louder. Harry couldn't put on a show, so he looked back at the Weasley twins who started to booing with little confidence. He was thinking hard about how to end it to save face, when he suddenly felt someone rub his head lightly.

Draco Malfoy patted the shaggy hair under his hand, smiled and embraced the savior who was about to explode, and successfully used the next sentence to make the person in his arms explode: "Don't think about it, even if you let me Calling you uncle still won't change the fact that I'm the top."

cut.The crowd booed kindly and dispersed.Seeing how confident he was when he came back, he thought that the savior would be able to win the game this time - in the end, he was still the one who was crushed.

☆, -[O]-

The Gryffindor's optimism told Harry Potter that he would be able to catch the Malfoy kid.

Slytherin's pessimism made Draco Malfoy think he was going to be picked up by the Potter kid.

☆, -[P]-

"That damned Weasley! He actually—he actually called me mean! This is obviously handsome! He is handsome!!!" Draco Malfoy slammed the door into the room angrily, and pulled Harry Potter who was walking in front of him in the invisibility cloak. Holding in my arms for comfort.

He pouted for a moment and sulked for a while, then added with righteous indignation: "Unforgivable!"

Harry reeled from being dragged.He rolled his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed the Slytherin's head twice vigorously. Draco snorted in comfort, and he didn't forget to hum and chirp to repeat his intention: "Yes! Handsome! Furious!"

Harry rolled his eyes again and ignored him.Since the establishment of the relationship, the young master has become more and more childish.You can't get used to him.

Draco Malfoy didn't wait for the reassurance he'd been expecting from kissing Harry physically ♂physically♂practice♂action♂, but received only two merciless rolls of eyes.He felt so wronged, he was really the poorest boyfriend in the world.He is not happy.He has a little mood.He is glassy.

"You turned towards Weasley instead of me!"

"I do not have."

"You love Weasley more than me!"

"……I do not have."

The golden head was pushed away, but it came back persistently, and the grievances and jealousy in the voice were undaunted and straight-forward to hit Harry again.

"You actually chose that Patil as your dance partner instead of me! Obviously the person you love the most is me! Obviously I am the most handsome! I am! The most! Handsome! Angry!!"

Harry paused with his hand resting on the blond head.He glanced up at the golden head, which seemed to be very aggrieved, and was still trying to get it together, and suddenly felt puzzled.

It turned out to be jealous.

A smile flashed in the green eyes.He leaned over and kissed the other person's slightly pursed lips, and changed his refusal into patting: "Yes, you are the most handsome."

Draco Malfoy rubbed contentedly.He felt his glass heart healed.

☆, -[Q]-

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had another fight.

To be honest, it was so noisy that the two sides hardly remembered the reason for the quarrel in the first place-it was probably just a small problem such as not allowing eight pieces of sugar in a cup of coffee or not putting a photo of the Weasley family on the bedside. , and then the contradictions continued to escalate, out of control, and finally rose to Slytherin and Gryffindor's irreconcilability, and why I was so blind in the first place and passed you in such a daze.

Then Draco Malfoy couldn't take it anymore.Perhaps it was Slytherin nature that prevented him from arguing with his lover like an impulsive Gryffindor, or perhaps he had tacitly assumed that the quarrel was there for the moment - anyway, he paused - in the heat of the moment In an instant, before Harry could react, he lifted the other person up by the waist and walked all the way into the bedroom.

He wants to use practical actions to prove to his lover that the other party was not blind when he chose to live with him—at least not in a certain way.

Then something happened that you love to see and Mr. Savior hates.

……

"We can't do this anymore," Harry said after a long silence. “We can’t always be like this — every time there’s a difference of opinion and deal with it that way. The fight ends but it’s not resolved. The problem remains. It doesn’t work.”

"Nope. Itworks."

Slytherin's languid voice came from the other side of the bed.The other party looked very satisfied and wanted to drag Harry to "solve it".

Harry glared at him.

The stared object blinked at him ambiguously: "Okay honey, I'll know what you mean next time you quarrel with me—actually, you don't have to be so shy. I know you don't want to scold me, You're just too embarrassed to speak out, so tell me so tactfully that you're not satisfied—I won't let you down."

"...are all Slytherins as brazen as you?"

"No, no, dear, I just know you too well—ah, I'm really your caring little padded jacket."

☆, -[R]-

"Hey! Did you hear that a Hufflepuff saw Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter meeting in the Astronomy Tower last night!"

"Meet at the Astronomical Tower? Why are they going to the Astronomical Tower? A duel?!—If you want me to say, man, don't think about it, this is probably fake again. It was rumored that Ravenclaw saw them two last time Kissing in the cellar. To be honest, they ran to the Astronomy Tower in the middle of the cold night to have a wind—they are not fools." The party who was gossiped paused, and a half-smile appeared on his face, "And, A Hufflepuff successfully ran from the cellar to the Astronomy Tower without being caught by the professor-this is almost the same as a Ravenclaw successfully running from the tower to the cellar without being caught, anyway, I don't believe it. The one who made up the story should be more careful. No matter which one of the other two colleges is replaced—even if the two are just reversed, it will be much more believable than the current version.”

Harry, who was hiding around the corner and eavesdropping, was so stupid that he ran to the Astronomy Tower in the middle of the night in the cold. Potter heaved a sigh of relief.It's a good thing they didn't believe it - even though it was true.

☆, -[S]-

"I hate September the most." In the box of the Hogwarts Express, Ron Weasley frowned and complained while helping Harry Potter carry his luggage to the luggage rack. There's almost all of my summer assignments that I haven't written—and the countless assignments that I haven't written and probably won't write that are waiting for me when school starts. Phew—" He made a quick fly-by gesture, his face showing The expression of nostalgia and reluctance, "The happy time is over."

"But September is my favorite." He sat down and opened a packet of Chocolate Frogs.The brown frog jumped out, and he took out the card inside - it was Dumbledore.He curled his lips, threw the card aside, grabbed the fleeing frog and stuffed it into his mouth, his voice muffled by chewing. "Because I can finally escape my mom's horrible potato pie."

Harry smiled and said nothing.In fact, he loves September - because he's finally free from his horrible aunt's family.But he also hated September most - because he had to endure the vitriolic provocations from the little bastard Malfoy in front of him and the fiery kisses from the back that were unbearable and impossible to refuse.

☆, -[T]-

Although he had always laughed at Malfoy as a crybaby who could only say "I'm going to tell my dad", it had to be admitted that this was the first time Harry Potter saw Draco Malfoy cry.

I have to do something.Harry Potter thought to himself as he followed from the auditorium all the way to the bathroom.

So he walked over slowly.

The trembling figure with his hands on the side of the sink froze for a moment, and the next second the other party turned around abruptly, staring at Harry fiercely with bloodshot eyes, and there were still tears on his face.

"Potter!" The other party quickly raised his wand.

Harry didn't know what to say, so he said nothing.He slowly drew his holly wand out of his pocket, made a gesture of surrender with his hands up, and then slowly crouched down and put the wand on the ground.

The vigilance on the other party's body has obviously weakened, and the hand holding the wand is no longer so stiff and forceful.

"What are you doing here!" growled Slytherin. "If you came to see the joke, then you saw it too - you can go."

Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes.He really has nothing to do to care about such a bastard.See, people don't need "the overflowing sympathy of the savior", Mr. self-confessed savior can go away.

However, when he saw the opponent's body that was still trembling even though he tried his best to suppress it, his heart softened uncontrollably.

All right.All right.Just this once.From now on, I don't care whether he lives or dies.Who cares about this little bastard.

So Harry, ignoring the wand pointed straight at him and the threats blurted out, walked over and hugged the nearly collapsed blond Slytherin in his arms.

"It's OK. It's OK. Everything will be fine."

The other party's body stiffened for a moment, and the swear words stopped on his lips. Harry patted Slytherin's damp back lightly, and the cold air from the other person seemed to penetrate his robe directly to the bottom of his heart.

Draco Malfoy finally couldn't help crying.His tears dripped down on Gryffindor's school robe, his arms tightly wrapped around the thin back of the person in front of him, and the warmth of the person in front of him made him put down his wand involuntarily.

They've never been this close.

——if all this is true.

☆, -[U]-

Mr. Savior said that after graduation, he would go to "university" for further study, learn more knowledge, experience the busy life of Muggle college students, and go to the United States to see the Statue of Liberty that he has always wanted to see.

What the hell is a "university"?The blond youth frowned handsomely.What is the use of learning more knowledge?It's better to learn a few more postures to be practical.What are the good experiences of life as a Muggle college student?If Po Te is in a hurry, this young master can make him "busy" so that he can't get out of bed.As for the Statue of Liberty I've always wanted to see—

It's just an ugly woman with revealing clothes and vulgar taste. Does this young master look good? !

The Slytherin lifted his chin and looked in the mirror.

Didn't it just hold a torch?Want to play?There are plenty of little leather whips for Master Ben.

"Honey, are you willing to accompany me to America?" A head with messy black hair poked out from the bedroom door.

Someone immediately smiled obsequiously: "Okay honey, when are we going to leave?"

The author has something to say: This article is also known as #论打哥马肠的心心OS#

???????#tsundere little prince desire dissatisfaction for what kind#

????????#A man without principles#

ps: Unintentionally hacked the Statue of Liberty - I still respect her very much

☆, -[V]-

A Quidditch game ends, Slytherin vs Gryffindor.Gryffindor wins.

Mr. "Gryffindor cheater" Harry Potter forgot to put a cooling spell on himself again.After a game, he was sweating profusely, gasping for breath, his face was red and hot, and he became a dog.

A certain blond-haired little gentleman planned to sneak into the "enemy position" while the savior's friends were away, so as to find fault with his arch-rival to vent his anger at losing the champion. He nearly bangs his head against the door frame.

The blond Slytherin hurriedly withdrew his foot that was about to step in, leaned against the stone wall outside the Gryffindor dressing room and let out a long sigh of relief, at the same time, his heart was rolling over and over again, but the black-haired boy who had just glimpsed just now was completely covered in sweat. The almost transparent vest was soaked, and the young and thin body wrapped under the vest.

The white close-fitting vest perfectly outlines the youthful and beautiful body curves of the 16-year-old boy.

"Malfoy, Malfoy? What are you thinking?"

"Miss your vest," replied the Slytherin subconsciously.

There was no movement behind him.

Draco snapped back to his senses, suddenly realizing that he had been thinking something strange.He coughed twice in embarrassment, almost choking on his own saliva.He suddenly remembered the questioning voice just now, and when he looked back, he could only see the reddish ear tips of the savior standing with his head bowed while holding his team uniform.

☆, -[W]-

Harry's 15th birthday falls on a weekend.It's a rare good weather even with fog, and the sun has not weakened in the slightest since the morning.

Ron decided to spend a day as a Muggle with Harry to celebrate his friend's birthday.They met in front of the Leaky Cauldron in the morning, and then went to movie theaters, shopping malls, coffee shops, amusement parks and other places where they could have fun, trying to "get their hands on" all the entertainment venues for Muggle teenagers within a day.

As the two descended dazed from the roller coaster, Harry accidentally bumped into a tall man.The man was wearing a peaked cap, a pair of large sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and a leather jacket that looked very hot on a hot day.

"I'm sorry—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Are you all right?"

"No, no. I'm fine." The other party didn't seem to want to talk to them, waved his hand and hurried away with his head down.

Harry stroked his messy hair, and turned his gaze back to his friend who still had a bad expression on his face: "How are you?——how about we find a coffee shop for something to eat."

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Ron came back to life with full blood after drinking a cup of hot cocoa.He tugged Harry excitedly, impatient to try the whitewater ride next to the roller coaster again - ah, and the pirate ship that screamed the loudest, even though the red-haired Gryffindor was confident that he would never will be intimidated.

Harry was very kind and didn't say anything to break his friend's false illusions.He touched his jacket pocket, and after confirming that the few steel coins inside were not enough to pay for the two drinks just now, he reached into his loose trousers pocket to look for his wallet.

—Where is my wallet?

Harry frowned, then reached out to probe again - still nothing.

Did you forget to bring it?

"Have you brought any money? My wallet seems to have been left at home."

Ron quickly rummaged through his pockets: "I remember I brought—hey, where's my wallet?!"

The two looked at each other, and the first thought was not that they might have been burglarized, but that they had no money—how would they get out of this coffee shop?

"Look what I saw? The pompous and stupid savior taking his little minions for free?! Oh Potter, you're as defiant as ever and you're not—"

"Shut up Malfoy! Don't show off your meager vocabulary if you can't speak!" Ron was grumpy.The missing wallet made him grumpy, and hearing Erable's vitriolic, childish provocation made him grumpier.

Slytherin's pale face flushed slightly.He was suspiciously silent for a while, rarely refuted Ron's words, just dropped a black wallet and left with a cold snort.

Harry blinked, looking at the wallet Malfoy had left on the table, very skeptical that the nemesis had offered to help them and why a Malfoy would be in a Muggle cafe with Muggle currency.

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Blaise Zabini stepped out of the playground, looked around and turned into a deserted alley.He took off his hat and sunglasses, took off his leather jacket, and took out two dilapidated wallets from his pockets. He stalked his friend and asked him to help steal the wallet in a vain attempt to gain the favor of the savior/Let the savior owe him The act of favoring/getting the attention of a savior feels incomprehensible.

He waved his hat and fanned the wind, deeply feeling that love is indeed an elusive thing.

☆, -[X]-

Harry Potter returned to the dormitory after class.He only had one big class in the morning today, and given that the homework was due only next week, Harry deeply felt that this afternoon could be wasted.

His roommate - a tall, lanky blond boy with a pale face and blue-gray eyes - Draco Malfoy saw him, closed the game interface on his laptop and sent him an invitation: "Hey! Are you free? I downloaded a movie, do you want to watch it together?"

Harry thought about all the entertainment activities he was interested in, and after hesitating for 0.1 second, he decided to accept the overture from a strange roommate.He put the bag on the desk, and sat down next to Draco. "I'm free until tomorrow - what movie is it?"

"I'm not very clear. It's called ABeautifulDay, and it's said to be an action movie - reading the reviews, it seems that the whole movie is full of literary and artistic feelings." The blond roommate shook his head, and the fine and soft hair fluttered in the air with his movements. Amplitude swings.He clicked on the playback software on the desktop, then double-clicked on the movie in the download list.

An action movie full of small fresh feelings?Then this style of painting is so curious. Harry shook his head, unable to understand the birth of such a wonderful movie.But since he has agreed to others, let's take a look at it casually.A few ominous premonitions floated in his heart, but they were quickly forgotten.

The movie begins.After the opening credits, two young men appear on the screen.One of them seemed drunk, and the other came to help him.For the time being, let’s call drunk A and nice guy B.Drunk A may mistake the good guy B for an enemy and jump on him and beat him.Good guy B didn't let A succeed, he tied A's hands together with A's tie, and then carried A into the hotel.

Harry couldn't help feeling slightly agitated.Could this good guy B really be A's enemy?He kidnaps A, and then A's friends will probably appear and rescue A in time.However, thinking about the attributes of the movie, Harry suddenly wasn't sure... Or is B actually the protagonist and A the villain?

Harry stared at the screen, eagerly anticipating what would happen next.I saw B opened a room, went upstairs, opened the door, put A on the bed, and then the two men started sex in full swing.

...Excuseme? ! !

It turns out that this action movie really means "action" movie. Harry thought, dumbfounded.He had just clearly heard the sound of the Three Views being broken, and now his whole body is not well.

Mr. Roommate calmly turned off the video, and the embarrassment on his face was just right enough to almost make people think that he was also an innocent victim.However, his next sentence shattered Harry's final fantasy: "Hey, well, the content introduction is really getting more and more irresponsible now--but the last few poses seem to be pretty good, anyway, you today Nothing to do, why don't we try?"

Harry's face was expressionless.

……

After that day, Harry Potter deeply realized that comments on the Internet cannot be trusted.His roommate is also not believable.

☆, -[Y]-

"Dear Myself,

I used to tell myself I would never love that person again.It doesn't matter how corny his glasses are, how battered his clothes are, how bad his haircut is, how vulgar his girlfriend is, whatever, that's none of my business.

19 years have passed.I can very proudly say that aside from those first few years, I did exactly what I asked of myself - I really, really didn't think about him once.I have a beautiful and gentle wife, a smart and lovely son, and a rising career.I am satisfied.I am very satisfied with my life now.Very satisfied.

I used to really believe that I didn't love that person anymore.I took my sweet little son to platform nine and three quarters, his first trip to Hogwarts.I see that person.He has changed a lot.The messy hair became docile - I don't know how he finally tamed the group of flamboyant little guys - and the hairstyle suits him very well.Wearing Oro's characteristic dark uniform, glasses have also been removed - I guess it may be vision correction potion or something.He saw me, his face was calm and he couldn't see his thoughts.

Then he suddenly smiled at me.

I used to really believe that I didn't love that person anymore.

2017.9.1 "

☆, -[Z]-

"O boy of Gryffindor, before we part,

Give me my heart, give me my heart back!

Or, now that it has departed from me,

Keep it and take the rest!

Please listen to my oath before parting:

You are my life and I love you.

I will, with my unfettered black hair,

Every Aegean wind pursues it;

I will, with emerald eyes,

The eyelashes kiss the redness on your cheeks;

I swear by those deer-like eyes:

You are my life and I love you.

And the red lips I've longed for,

And the lightly girded waist;

With these promise flowers, I will,

They are better than all words;

I want to say, with love's series of joys and sorrows:

You are my life and I love you.

Boys of Gryffindor, we are parted;

Think of me when you are alone.

Though I run to Hogsmeade,

Hogwarts captured my heart and soul:

Can I not love you?Will not!

You are my life and I love you. "

After the livid-faced little elf finished reading this long paragraph of love poems that were so greasy and extremely cruel to dogs, he tore off the angel wings that were forced to be tied on his back, and stomped out of the auditorium with a face full of righteous indignation. A flushed savior was left alone to face the enthusiastic gazes of the onlookers.

The blond Slytherin strutted over from the long Slytherin table, winking at Harry, "How is it, Potter? This time the poem isn't bad—"

The green-eyed Gryffindor looked at the other person with the expression of "Praise me, praise me, praise me quickly", and ruthlessly demolished the stage: "Don't think I don't know that you copied this poem again."

"..."

Master Malfoy's figure was disheveled in the wind.Can you show me some face in front of outsiders?Can! !

The author has something to say: The title comes from Byron's "Maiden of Athens", which means "You are my life and I love you".

So that's the end of the bedtime story.A collection of very short jokes, take advantage of the rare leisure night when the provincial quality inspection is over, move here to entertain yourself (*^_^*)

Everybody nighty-night!