[HP] Return late

"Draco?" Harry called uncertainly, that vague figure had long pale blond hair that almost dragged the floor, pale skin, Draco looked like a mermaid, only with a platinum fish tail became legs.

Not exactly the same, although the appearance is completely similar, but Harry has an inexplicable feeling telling him that it is not Draco.

It's a woman. When the distance is close, although the vision is still blurred, the outline can be vaguely recognized.

Harry blushed, the woman was lying on his body, he stood up hastily, trying to avoid such an embarrassing scene, a sprain on his left leg stopped him from moving, and he fell to a seat full of shell fragments. On the rough sand, quite painful bared teeth.

The woman walked up to him quickly, and Harry quickly put his eyes on his injured leg, a pair of cold soft hands fell on his shoulders, and he spoke softly some words he couldn't understand.

Maybe it was the unlucky guy who was swept up by the unpredictable ocean currents like him. Harry didn't know where to put his eyes, and it was silly to keep staring at his calves. , looking up, Harry was sure he could see the other person's entire body clearly.He wasn't sure if he could bring this woman who didn't seem to be a wizard into his and Draco's manor (everyone else was automatically ignored), but what should be possible right now is to lend the other party a shameful dress first?

Although Harry had seen nude portraits of goddesses in art class in elementary school and when he visited museums, it felt completely different when there was a real woman in front of him—it was quite scary.

Given how little Harry has been impressed by women since he was born, the number of women is pitifully small.The woman's hands left his shoulders and slid up his neck.Harry felt like his face was on fire, and he tried to ease his tension and stiffness by imagining this strange, strange woman as someone else.

Aunt Petunia - oh, that was a nightmare!Had she been so gentle, Harry could have eaten himself raw; Mrs. Weasley - kind, but plump, kindly middle-aged woman, Harry could have deduced even from a vague fleeting glance This is a beauty; Narcissa - Draco will kill himself, Harry shuddered at the image that popped up in his mind, and goose bumps appeared all over his body.

Those cold hands almost touched his face.

Harry frantically tore off the crumpled shirt, and without looking up, stuffed the dirty ball of cloth with the smell of sea water into the woman's hand that was stroking his neck back and forth.

The woman laughed softly, her voice was clear and sweet, as if it had magical powers, it made people feel relaxed.Her hands left Harry's poor neck.After the rustling sound of some cloth rubbing against each other, the woman spoke again.

This time she just uttered a few syllables - maybe thank you, which she kept repeating over and over again.

"You're welcome," Harry murmured quickly, in fact he didn't want to give the woman the shirt at all, it was something Draco had prepared for him and he only wore it once.

The blond woman definitely didn't understand what he said, but repeated those few syllables stubbornly, and she put her hand on Harry's shoulder again.

"De-li-ka-"

"Don't thank me really, please forgive me ma'am, I think I need to get up first—" And then?Perhaps it was due to the righteous nature of his parents, or the deep-rooted concept of a gentleman in the British, Harry thought he could not leave this woman alone.

If there is no other way, just use the Portkey to bring it back to the manor, right?Mrs. Malfoy is so powerful, she must be able to handle it, right?A simple oblivion?I wish it wasn't Arvada--

"D-la-c-"

The blond woman continued with her pronunciation exercises.

"De-la-que-"

Harry was so surprised by the similar pronunciation that he forgot to dodge and raised his head abruptly.

The woman's face was almost in front of him, repeating the familiar words "de-la-co-de-la-co-" with a joyful smile.

It wasn't just the three syllables that shocked Harry, but also the woman's face.Light blond hair, gray almond eyes, and an outline that is too similar to Draco, if it wasn't for the other's proud breasts that were parked under his nose (the woman just tied a knot at the waist with a shirt rather boldly, to cover most important place), Harry was almost calling out Draco's name.

Could it be the illegitimate daughter obtained by old Malfoy after his corrupt sex life?Harry hastily estimated the age of this woman who seemed to be not much older than Draco, and had a little contact with Lucius——Harry immediately vetoed the idea of ​​bringing back this beautiful lady who was suspected to be Draco's sister. Thoughts on the estate—wouldn't Narcissa be upset?An irresponsible man who cheats his feelings is the most shameless.

He didn't want to cause family conflicts in the Malfoy family, but the slight affection he had for the seemingly infatuated Mr. Malfoy just now disappeared and continued to grow infinitely.

"Do you know where he is? I mean-d-ra-co?" Harry quickly brushed off old Malfoy's gossip and moved the question to the point.

The woman just blinked her eyes in bewilderment, and repeated, "De-la-co?"

Harry stretched out one hand, pointed to himself, then stretched out the other hand, and gestured to the woman, "Draco", and then he clasped both hands together, then separated them, and raised his hand to the blond woman. Lifting the hand that indicated Draco, he slowly repeated the name of his lover.

The woman showed an expression of sudden realization, she nodded happily, and quickly said a long series of sentences that made Harry dizzy, then eagerly grabbed Harry's arm, and dragged him up from the sand.

"You know where he is? That would be great!"

Even the injured leg didn't seem to be so uncomfortable, he thought he had enough strength and will to support Draco.

The beautiful woman didn't approve of Harry's approach, she took Harry's arm and put it on her slender and smooth shoulder, trying to support him.

Being too close made Harry smell an inexplicable scent - the same scent as Draco.

He is more sure of the existence of his lover and can't wait to get close.

It even made him have a strange idea - did Draco have been cursed in some way and become what he is now?

He couldn't help turning his head frequently to observe the woman's side face.

The blond beauty half-supported and half-dragged him and slowly moved into the dark green forest that couldn't be seen clearly. Harry just wanted to open his mouth to test——

"Harry James Potter!" came a shrill, angry voice from behind them.

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