[HP] Return late

Putting an overexcited lion (or cat, for that matter) to sleep is no easy task.

When he was thrown on the bed by the savior, Draco had already begun to reflect on when he had given this brute-force idiot an erotic hint, so that the guy who had honestly confessed his mistakes instantly entered the stage of madness— —Could it be that stupid lion's puberty impulsive symptoms are onset?

Well, Draco didn't even want to admit that it was his own little reward.

In the first moment of finding the Savior, he had already discovered the origin of the metal chain wrapped around Harry's arm, and the Slytherins appreciated this wise way of protecting themselves.Draco was convinced that it was his precepts and deeds that made the pure Gryffindor lion act this reassuringly clever, and was not at all angry at Harry's previous deception.

It's just that this kind of comfort is not enough to meet the conditions of being rewarded, and there are more things that annoy him about that stupid lion.

Just now, the hesitant savior confessed to him in a low voice what happened when he left the cruise ship, and handed over the tools of the crime—the backpack and the necklace-shaped port key.

Such a confession is undoubtedly a manifestation of trust. Even between Draco and his parents, the deep feelings are often hidden under the surface, and it is difficult to detect, let alone open up.

But Draco likes this Gryffindor-like approach, which makes things he doubted and uncertain become clearer, and even makes him unable to help but forget reality and fantasize about the future.

Lucius once taught him that how to let the other party know that he agrees with his actions is a reward.More or less, it can make the other party understand their intentions.

He didn't take what Harry handed over, but just took the necklace and put it on the other's neck with his own hands.

"When this is over, we'll order the ring."

"Stop thinking about doing stupid things, trust me on my word."

As a result, he was thrown down by the leaping savior without any preparation.

The guy who still can't kiss after several times touched his lips carefully.

Where's the courage to attack him just now, huh?

Draco narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand to pinch the savior's jaw, and the Malfoys would never let go of the delicious food delivered to their door.

just a kiss.

Of course he still remembers a guy whose scars will take at least one night's rest to heal. It's time for bed, and it's not suitable for lingering.

"Get up, damn you are terribly heavy." Draco touched the savior's prickly chin jealously, and then pushed his face away viciously.

He also wanted to be a bit more masculine and rough, instead of staying in the era when the lines were still soft.

"Draco—" the savior raised his body and asked in a pitiful voice, "Did I—become ugly?"

Ho? !Facing such a cheap and good-looking guy, Draco showed a dangerous smile: "No, of course not, my dear."

He raised the savior's chin flirtatiously, "You've just never been pretty."

The aggrieved savior curled up in the bed with low self-esteem, obviously past his lovely age, but Draco still couldn't control his soft heart.

He dug out the head of the not-so-small stupid lion from the quilt, and ordered him to rest obediently immediately.

The savior just blinked, moved a little to the side of the bed, then lifted a corner of the quilt and looked at him.

Those who don't understand this kind of invitation are fools, Draco curled his lips and slipped under the covers.

The warm temperature wrapped his skin, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep. Even if he couldn't fall asleep, it was still a comfortable enjoyment.

"Good night, Draco," the Savior said softly.

"Good night."

I don't know how long it took, the breathing around me has become calm, and a soft and sad singing sound suddenly sounded, as if someone stopped at the door of the tent and sang a song.

The short rest was also interrupted, Draco didn't know whether he should curse Merlin or thank Merlin.He got up lightly, making sure Harry hadn't been disturbed before leaving the room.

The siren was already downstairs in the living room, the daytime blouse still wrapped around her waist.She was sitting on a velvet sofa, her light blonde hair covering half of a dark sofa cushion.

She was holding a white comb, humming the tune just now, combing her brilliant blond hair sideways.There is no awareness of the intruder at all.

Draco didn't know whether to give her the hand-woven and embroidered tablecloth on the coffee table as a shawl. Seeing a face that was too similar to his own, walking around naked and shameless, it made Draco Coe felt some inexplicable irritation.

The siren seemed completely unaware of the intruder, combing his hair slowly, even stingy to give a glance, and said lightly, "I want to live here."

The smirk on Draco's face, still struggling, disappeared, and he heard one of the funniest jokes ever, a wolf asking to live in his sheepfold.

"Believe me, ma'am, it's not a wise choice to live in the same house with two gentlemen." Draco tried to put on a sincere tone, but failed, even he could distinguish it himself, his voice was like ice The ribs are generally cold and sharp.

The Siren just glanced at him indifferently, "Cubs that haven't even reached the first stage of physical development, what kind of threat can they be?"

Draco felt his own soul screaming and roaring hysterically in his head, and even though the wizard's age of majority was set at 17, he was absolutely certain that his body was capable of something.

Of course not with this guy who is too old to know his age.

But as a well-educated Malfoy, he can't scream, can't kick things and kick tables, and can only smile with awkward twitching corners of his mouth.

"Don't be so nervous, cub. It's just that I haven't met a race that I can talk to for too long, and I just need some entertainment." The siren casually inserted the comb into the side of the hair, turning it into a white shell decoration.

Draco hated the name cub, and there were some secrets about the blood of the family. During the days of escaping persecution, all the detailed records were destroyed, leaving only vague words, but the portrait was at the beginning, was deprived of the ability to talk about it.Even if you know it, you can't say it.He hated being in ignorance, and the siren kept referring to the facts.

He desperately needs accurate answers.

"Please don't do anything harmful to my partner." The measure is compromise.

The Siren smiled seductively, "Of course, if he is yours, then I will not do anything out of bounds." She stood up from the sofa, her baggy shirt almost slipping off her hips, "Or, You don't have confidence in yourself?" she said with a wink.

Draco could foresee how troubled his life would be in the next few days.

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