[HP] Lover

At the long Slytherin table, Draco in a brand-new wizard robe sat sullenly on the chair in the middle and read the newspaper. Ivan sat next to Draco numbly facing the curious or jealous eyes of the people around him, giving One piece of bread is smeared with thick butter, and the other piece of bread is brushed with several layers of jam. Then put the two pieces of bread together and put them on a plate. The butter and the translucent jam with fruit pieces are mixed together to form a A very indescribable appearance.

Ai Wen sighed sadly, his delicate eyebrows were tangled together, and he used the silver fork to touch the slices of sandwich bread he made himself in disgust.

Pansy looked at the spread on the plate with difficulty, with a horrible expression on her face, she forked two pieces of bread from the large plate in the middle of the dining table, and said to Ai Wen: "Ai Wen, you can throw this away. There is an elf to clean up, I will make another one for you, what kind of sandwich do you want?"

Ai Wen pursed his lips, still a little bit reluctant.

Blaise pushed the plate aside a little bit at Pansy's signal, trying to move the plate out of his sight before Ivan noticed.

"It really is a pure Hufflepuff, clumsy and petty." Uncle Aiwen's eldest daughter, Eleanor, sat upright nearby, her chin raised in a proud arc. Although she didn't name her name, the hostility His eyes were shining brightly at Ai Wen, making it difficult for people to ignore him.

Pansy raised her eyebrows and was about to choke back.

Ivan sighed and opened his mouth before speaking. Draco folded the newspaper a few times and put it aside, raised his eyes and looked in Eleanor's direction indifferently, and said, "Wilson, control your mouth, or do you want Stanley?" Letlin one more mute."

Pansy let out a piercing laugh, and said mockingly, "Draco, I think someone would like you to cast a spell on her, at least you can focus on her."

Today the long table was full of people, even Daphne who went to Gryffindor from time to time stayed obediently at the Slytherin long table, and there were close friends nearby, at least their families were relatively close, Hearing the words, everyone let out low laughter.

The other three Wilsons on the long table didn't say a word. Even Elinor's own brother, Nivi, lowered his head and didn't look at Elinor who was blushing in embarrassment.

Eleanor gritted her teeth and lowered her head. Draco might just be a verbal threat to others, but for a pure-blood like her who can't even be considered a little noble lady, she definitely could say what she could do.

And she's about to graduate, so being threatened by a junior student in front of all the students makes her feel extremely humiliated.Because she is pretty and sociable, Eleanor is usually favored by boys in Slytherin. Although Draco didn't pay attention to her before, he never said it like this almost by name.

Draco snorted coldly, raised his hand and pulled the plate of bread made by Ivan that looked like an accident scene and some kind of failed potion to himself, raised his eyebrows and looked at Ivan, and asked knowingly: "What did you do?" ?”

"Yeah." Ai Wen lowered his head a little embarrassed, and accidentally put too much sandwich, causing the whole plate to be horrible.

Draco cut off a piece of bread and put it in his mouth, wiped his hands with the napkin at hand, patted the back of Ivan's hand affectionately, and praised: "It tastes good!"

Draco's tone changed too quickly. He was still cold to Elinor just now, but he was too gentle to Aiwen. The teasing eyes of the people around him made him almost unable to lift his head shyly.

Yidi sat far away, looking eagerly at the position beside Ivan.

"I think there is still space over there, Idiel, you can go there now." Nils patted Idiel on the shoulder and said in a very sincere tone.

"Didn't you insist on pulling me to sit here? I've finished eating!" Yidi rolled his eyes, finished the food on the plate in two or three bites, put on his schoolbag and pulled Niels up, "Go, go, go After class, we have to gather to meet the other two schools."

"Hey - I haven't finished eating yet!" Nils stood up in a hurry, straightening the wrinkled robe that Idiel had pulled, "Don't pull me, Idiel, the clothes are all wrinkled, I still want to This is how I know some pretty girls from Beauxbatons!"

"Just you?" Idiel opened his eyes wide as if hearing something incredible, looked at his friend's chubby figure with disgust, and shook his head, "You should lose weight first."

Following Nils' angry roar, a group of first graders left the auditorium squabbling.

"Is there going to be class soon? Blaise." Draco swallowed the last bite of bread with difficulty, drank the red wine in the glass, and finally suppressed the sweet and sour taste. Eating the pudding on the plate, he turned to talk to Blaise.

"...Yes," Blaise replied after thinking for a while, and added before Draco could speak: "It's the Potions class of the dean."

Draco, who was planning to skip class, curled his lips and said nothing.

Even Draco Malfoy would not dare to skip the course taught by Snape.

Since Ivan returned to school, Draco, who has been demonstrating to everyone what is behind the spirit, looked at the little lover who unconsciously started eating another dessert, and sighed quietly.

Anyway, we will gather at five o'clock, and I can call Aiwen over then.

After eating, Draco left the entire fourth grade of Slytherin to Blaise, and he and Ivan walked to the grass outside the castle hand in hand.

Today is the flight class of the third grade.

Before Mrs. Hodge came, there were already a few students outside the castle, walking over with brooms on their shoulders, and some people would say hello when they saw Draco standing with Ivan.

As soon as Ivan moved his eyes away from the broken brooms that were piled up randomly on the grass, he found that many girls pretended to pass by by chance and came to talk to Draco. Ivan was dissatisfied, and he obviously turned a corner over here.

However, Draco nodded very gently, and occasionally even replied.

Master Malfoy, where's your cold face?What about your nobleness and glamor?

"Draco, Draco." Ivan tugged at Draco's sleeve.

"Huh? What's the matter? Ivan." Draco nodded coldly to the two Hufflepuff girls in front of him, his eyes were still indifferent. Suddenly it turned soft.

If it wasn't in front of Ivan, he wouldn't even look at those people.

The so-called softness and good temper are just because Ivan is by his side.

"..." successfully attracted Draco's attention, but Ivan didn't know what to say, his blue eyes looked around like a clear sky, "I forgot to bring the broom when I went back to school this time. It's too broken!"

Aiwen's voice was originally soft, but it was deliberately slowed down so that it sounded more pitiful and full of coquettish taste.

With a heart move, Draco lowered his head and brushed off a light-colored leaf on Ivan's shoulder, his thin lips curved slightly.

"Let me use your broom, okay? It's just one lesson, and I'll pay you back right away!" This is the first time Aiwen has asked for it. In the past, Aiwen was always afraid of Draco thinking that he had many problems. Wen, intending to take a small step forward.

Draco cherished his broom very much, and would spend a lot of money to maintain it when it was not in use.

Aiwen is the kind of student who is very bad at flying, and he can't even control the direction. If it was his own broom, it would be fine anyway, and it would be worthless anyway.

But Draco's broom, Ivan has also sat on it, is very fast and the direction is very accurate, it is completely expensive to the touch.

The expected rejection did not come, Draco snorted, reached out and took out a box from his pocket, the slender wooden box with the bauhinia pattern began to grow bigger the moment it was taken out, until it was It is as tall as a person, just enough to hold a broom.

"I brought it to you earlier." Draco's voice was lazy, he stretched out his slender index finger and scratched at the place where the patterns alternated, and the wooden box automatically popped open, revealing a brand new, streamlined new broom inside, The birch wooden broom handle has smooth lines, and there is a hand-engraved serial number on the front.

This broom looked very comfortable and stable, with good performance, but it was obviously unused, and it was nothing like Draco's nimbus.

"Huh? This..." Although Aiwen is not good at flying, he likes the broom, and he can't put it down. His eyes are stuck on it and he refuses to take it off.

"For you." Draco shrunk the broom box and put it in Ivan's pocket, carelessly kneading a strand of golden hair from Ivan, and said, "One-year anniversary."

Ivan opened his eyes wide in surprise. Of course he remembered the first anniversary. A year ago today, he made potions with Draco in the cellar across several rows of tables. At that time, the distance between them was still far away. If It's not that one sneeze, I'm afraid there will be no intersection in this life.

"I thought you would lend me yours!"

Draco narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips, and let Ivan rub against his side like a rabbit, stepped on the broom and flew around him on the spot.

When Aiwen wobbled and flew in front of Draco, he heard the teenager with platinum blonde hair laugh and said: "Stop it, Aiwen, my broom is a special version for competitions, I'm afraid you really God."

"You kid, you are still suitable for the snail-like speed and sensitivity of 'Moon Dream'." The slender and tall handsome boy raised his head and chuckled, turning around, always facing Ai Wen's direction.

Ivan let out an annoyed growl, pressed the head of the broom to control the direction, turned his back to Draco angrily, and emphasized loudly: "I'm only one year younger than you, so I'm not a brat!"

It seems that in front of Draco, Ivan always unconsciously degrades his age and IQ.

"It's so easy to lose your temper."

Draco walked over with his legs open. Ai Wensheng was not tall, and he was suspended in mid-air at the height of a person. The dragon leather boots were facing Draco's shoulders.

Draco stretched out his hand, and seeing Ivan accidentally grabbed his ankle and pulled it down, then leaned over and kissed him while Ivan was screaming in surprise and leaned over to hug the broom.

Because he was afraid that he would fall, Ivan held on to the broom tightly, and was kissed tightly by Draco from the inside out without moving.

Ivan felt that his face and ears that had just been bitten by Draco became hot, and he could still hear the beating of his heart. He patted his chest in fear and stood up straight. Only then did he realize that Draco had another bite. One hand wrapped around his waist.

So don't be afraid at all, even if he accidentally fell down just now, he can be held in Draco's arms.

Draco's hand slid down Ivan's waistline until it reached the seat cushion. He stretched out two fingers, pinched the soft and very elastic place quickly, and said with a smile: "A little The height is scary, what is it if it’s not a child?”

Alvin held the broom head and smirked. He could feel Draco's tenderness and love in his palm. He was happy when he realized that his gentle and charming boyfriend secretly pinched his ass with a nonchalant expression on his face .

"……"rogue!

Aiwen raised the head of the broom vigorously, and he was about to leave Draco, who suddenly started to play hooligans, far away with his feet. The height really rose, and the broom looked very perfect and performed very well, and took Aiwen up slowly. But when it reaches a certain height, it won't move. It doesn't matter whether it's moving forward or turning, but it can't be raised.

Draco pulled out his wand, turned the leaf just now into parchment, wrote a line and folded it into a thousand paper cranes. Under the action of magic, the delicate and small paper cranes flapped their wings and flew in front of Ai Wen, unfolding automatically.

A line of words is written on it.

'Don't try it, Moon Dream not only limits the speed, but also limits the height. '

This is followed by a glowing heart.

The author has something to say:

I looked it up and found that there was a broom of the model 'Moon Dream', but I don't know when Draco had two faces, tsk tsk.

I've always thought of brooms of all kinds as cars of all makes

Ai Wen is the kind of young boy who can't drive, but likes famous cars very much.

I update two articles a day, I am so awesome——

Draco: Than a Hart