[hp] stay out of it

Hush

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The moonlight flowing on the boy's hair, what kind of sound will it be...?

Blinking his eyes, he looked at the moonlight in front of him. The moonlight flowed in the dark sky, pouring down, touching Hogwarts at night, making the castle transparent and charming.

Draco had grown taller this year, and his pale blond hair should have made him look frivolous, but he was too pale and always sullen, so the combination of the two made a unique face.

Tonight, he was leaning comfortably by the window, looking at the beautiful scenery of Hogwarts, with his robes on his arms, he was an indifferent gentleman.The night scene in front of him sent the fresh air with the chirping of cicadas along with his breathing, which seemed to be able to wash away all the depression he had been feeling all year.

There was a rustling sound behind him, Draco turned his head and saw the portrait at the corner of the corridor poking his head.Then he saw the boy passing by.

Vincent White, an old acquaintance.

Their eyes met.The other party who was just passing by was discovered by Draco, and seemed a little discouraged, and didn't want to come out, but out of politeness, he was still going to come over to say hello to Draco.

Lightly step, step, step, step.

Vincent's long, straight legs stepped firmly on the carpet, and his robe floated slightly behind him. Every step made Draco's heart beat a little faster.

He passed the windows one by one, and the moonlight hit him one by one.So he approached Draco in the transition of light and dark.He inherited his father's elegance and uninhibitedness, and deep in his eyes is the hidden madness of his mother... At the same time, he also has his own unique taste of laziness.The moonlight illuminated one side of his cheek, and also lit up his eyes, the bright moon shining in the pupils, and these night eyes were looking at Draco.

This is rare.Draco was rarely in his eyes.

Now, he stood still in front of Draco, looking down at him slightly.With a smile on his lips, concern in his eyes, and a slender and strong hand casually resting on Draco's shoulders, as if they were close friends who could trust each other's backs, all this made Draco petrified My whole body was stiff.

"Hi, how's it going?" Vincent's voice was young but steady, he was clearly talking about something he cared about, but actually he didn't care.Whether your life is good or bad, it has nothing to do with him, Vincent.He has always only focused on his own affairs, including a few close friends around him, Ravenclaws, his father, and Harry of Gryffindor, who usually doesn't deal with much, would let him put down what he was doing at any time and go running.

But Draco was never on the list of relatives.

Draco didn't know what to worry about.

is it?

How many stumbling blocks my family has caused to Black and the Order of the Phoenix, it is only natural that they are hostile.

But when it comes to blood relationship, they can at least be considered cousins—no, no, no, I can't think about it anymore...

The entanglement is a matter of a moment, he is confused by his mood at the moment, and at the same time he doesn't look away, no matter where his eyes look, they will eventually turn back to the smiling peer in front of him.

The opponent's fingers no longer held the wand—Draco was palpitated and surprised countless times by the powerful magic that Vincent could emit when he held the wand, so this hand with well-articulated and smooth joints was a symbol of great power. When there is no wand in hand, it has no magical meaning attached to it, but is simply a hand, an inattentive part of someone's whole body.

At this moment, the hand lifted slightly, wrapping a few strands of Draco's hair gently around the fingertips.

The clear moonlight was comparable to the most beautiful mellow liquid in the world, and Draco was gradually infatuated and enchanted.

He reached out to hook Vincent's tie, and pulled it lightly. The bronze and blue tie was untied, hanging lazily around his neck.

He should know it was a dream.

There are noises from far away.

"Draco, your letter."

Draco was pulled away from the dreamland by the force of reality.

The younger student knocked on the door, put the letter at the door, and ran out to play.I have to admit that after staying in the dark and humid dormitory at the bottom of the lake for a long time, the gloomy Slytherins still prefer the bright sunshine outside.

Draco opened his eyes, staring at the curtains above his head, the moonlit Hogwarts corridors were still strongly imprinted on his retinas, Slytherin's dormitory at the bottom of the lake, not the Hogwarts corridors at night, So I don't really think about it, and there is another reason for embarrassment.After lying down for a while, he regained his usual arrogance, slowly sat up straight, and went to pick up the letter at the door, which was just a subscription to the autumn newspaper.

He remembered the content of the dream just now, and covered half of his face with one hand: what was he thinking... But he glanced around the dormitory and realized that only he was there, and the soaring emotions in his heart pried off Draco's defense , he silently examined himself in the corner of the dormitory in the green light at the bottom of the lake, carefully.

He had to admit that he really enjoyed the dream, the atmosphere of the dream, the content of the dream, and the passer-by in the dream...

White had disappeared from the school since the Order of the Phoenix set up a trap at the Ministry of Magic last year, delivering an unprecedented blow to the Death Eaters and Voldemort.His Ravenclaw friends said he had gone on a study tour to another country, but Draco was skeptical - did White look like someone who needed to look elsewhere for enchantments?Even if he is tired of the porcelain stone magic accumulated by the entire Boyte family, he does not look like a tireless researcher of magic spells, nor does he look like an ambitious man who yearns for powerful magic power.

No matter how you think about it, it feels unreasonable, and it boils down to Draco himself not being reconciled.

Where he was not reconciled, he couldn't say it himself-he couldn't say it clearly.The confusion of adolescence is too unique, and the current feelings are beyond his common sense understanding.

Maybe it was because the dream just now wasn't complete (he didn't dare to think about how the ending would turn out), maybe he didn't have time to ask where this guy went, or maybe it was the seeds planted several years ago, in the bottom of his heart. Sprout.

In the deepest part of his heart, in a place beyond his own reach, the seeds are slowly breaking through the soil, sprouting branches, and gradually becoming stronger. After he notices, all these feelings have long since become crazy vines that he cannot control... …

The seeds are planted before school begins.

Draco still remembered meeting Vincent for the first time.Still outside platform nine and three-quarters, he and his parents struggled to weave their way among the muggles.

"I don't understand why they set it up here," Lucius said in disgust, almost unwilling to open his eyes, "...from when I was in school... well, now it's your turn to send you off, and from now on, we will come here again every year A few times." He turned around, "Draco, you give me a good performance in school."

Draco had inherited his parents' innate distaste for all imbecile species, imitating his father's hatred for the ignorant Muggles that crowded here.

That's when Draco saw Vincent.

The boy was carrying a very light suitcase and wandering through anxious Muggles like a stroll, compared with the Malfoy family pushing too many boxes and burdens, his multiple pure-bloods are eligible. The old-fashioned rare books he owns, the clothes for various occasions customized by his private tailor-it is almost impossible to use them, but such things exist for the purpose of slowly taking them out in emergencies to show their noble status, of course they must be prepared Just in case.

Draco also installed his own family photo album, he would not admit it, but as noble as he is, he would probably be homesick during the first year of school.

As a result, the Malfoy family with too many things looked awkward as hell, compared to the boy who looked like a free-spirited wizard.

In Draco's own defense, he shouldn't have looked so embarrassed, if he had walked a few extra steps into Platform Nine and Three Quarters, their house-elf would have kept them graceful, and by the time Hogwarts, Crabbe and Goyle, the two idiots who only brought empty heads to school, would also help Draco carry most of the luggage.

On the platform was the only place Draco felt inelegant.

Even though the other party didn't pay attention to him at all, Draco was stunned for a moment. Out of the self-confidence and pride he had since he landed, he thought that this peer was just a kid carrying a suitcase at the station.

(Later, when he found out that the boy was indeed a wizard, he wondered how his small box could hold the supplies for the next school year. Just the necessary textbooks were already enough. When another three years Della Ke finally had an intuitive understanding of his true strength, and he only belatedly guessed that since then, the 11-year-old Vincent had already learned to use the Untraceable Stretching Curse to deal with it comfortably and gracefully. Inconvenience on all luggage volume)

And Draco, who was only 11 years old, thought that the other party was just a small Muggle worker at this time-this idea lasted for less than five seconds, and then Draco saw him raise his neck and rush to [-] and [-] Three-thirds of the walls between the platforms pouted inexplicably, and then walked into the wall freely, as if he was walking on the avenue of flowers, and the Muggle leaning against the corner of the wall was fooled by his gesture He didn't realize that there should be a solid wall next to him.

Narcissa also noticed the child, and she winked at Lucius: "That's 'that child'?"

Lucius narrowed his eyes.The family followed across the platform, the boy no longer in the crowd.

Lucius said, "Funny, I don't think he looks like a Potter."

Originally, this episode would just be quietly forgotten in the back of Master Malfoy's head, but there are many things in the world that people can't help but choose.

Draco had heard the fabled boy appearing close at hand - a character from a story that Draco had heard growing up.He went to meet him, and wishful thinking that the other party was willing to make friends with him.

why not?He is so noble, and the other party is also a famous person.

However, it was rejected in person.

madness.madness.madness!

For the first time, someone would choose a Weasley-level person, short-sighted, and it was a major, unprecedented, and hateful mistake for him to throw an olive branch at such a person.

The freshmen around all stared at this scene with their demented eyes.

Then he saw the boy he had seen on the platform, with short curly hair over his eyebrows, and a bag full of sugar in his mouth.Looking at his eyes is a smile.

a stupid candy boy,

It was obviously a smile, but it was not a smile that made people laugh together.Draco saw that he was not targeting himself, so he let him go, and remembered a few Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors who were laughing idiotically, and together with Potter, prepared for revenge in the future.

After the history of magic class given by the old ghost Binns, they really got to know each other, and Draco only discovered that the chic and bookish Vincent White in Hogwarts on the platform was actually very similar to him in the inside. The image is out of place.

Seems like a dangerous person.

The author has something to say:

Ah, the emotional chapter, no CP party can let it go.

Also, thanks to Han Haiqing's children's shoes for mine. ~