[HP] Lover

After the dinner, Aiwen and his roommates went back to the dormitory together. They were still excitedly discussing the evening banquet on the way. When they passed the first floor, a pink figure flitted past the picture frame beside them in a panic. What is still shouting in the mouth.

"What's the matter?" Everyone looked around and began to discuss, and the occupants in the picture frame didn't know what happened.

"Let's go! Let's go back to the dormitory!" Ivan panicked and pulled Edward, but saw their prefect Cedric running over in a hurry, and shouted when he saw them, "Go back to the lounge, everyone is in the dormitory!" There!" Then he hurried up the marble stairs.

Aiwen and the others quickly returned to the lounge, sat for a while and were about to go back to their respective dormitories to sleep. Cedric came in from the door again, called all the students, and asked them to go to the auditorium.

The confused Hufflepuffs arrived in the hall only to find that all the students of the whole school were here, making a mess and making noise.

Then they were told to rest in the auditorium tonight, because the professors suspected that the fugitive Black was still in the school, and they would search it carefully. Dumbledore waved his wand to move the four long tables to the sides, and conjured up many purple sleeping bags.

"I heard that Blake destroyed the portrait of the fat woman with an ax or something, and it was at the door of the Gryffindor lounge." Edward, who had just heard a Gryffindor student finish his story, leaned over and said to them, " I suspect he's still in the castle."

"How did he get in?" asked Toms, the least courageous, who had slipped into his sleeping bag with only his head sticking out.

"Pretending to be someone else," said a senior, "probably."

"He knows how to walk through walls," they heard a Gryffindor whisper, and then they heard the Gryffindor prefect yelling "Everyone get into sleeping bags, hurry up, don't talk Already!"

Ivan looked towards Slytherin and found that many students had turned their sleeping bags into green, but he didn't see Draco, maybe he had already got into the sleeping bag.

In the next few days, there was no news of Sirius Black in the school. Aiwen's impression of that night was only the uncomfortable sleeping bag and the students who didn't go to sleep until the early morning. He resumed his previous life, attending classes, Read books, date Draco.

Then came the first Quidditch match, which was supposed to be Slytherin vs. Gryffindor, but Draco excused his wounds not being healed, and Gryffindor's opponent was replaced by Hufflepuff.

Ivan looked at Draco suspiciously. He clearly remembered that the bandage on Draco's hand had been removed long ago, and he often trained with Draco.

"The weather was bad on the day of the game. I hate rainy days. It will stain my hair." Draco said while complaining to Ivan, and his other hand was ticking the key points in the textbook for Ivan.

Ivan nodded and stopped talking, and happily took out snacks from Draco's schoolbag. Out of some caution, he never interfered in Draco's life, and often finished listening to it.

Edward, on the other hand, was very nervous, he was Hufflepuff's new Seeker, it was his first match, and he was already starting to lose sleep, and started having all kinds of nightmares about how Harry caught the Snitch, No matter how much Aiwen comforted him, it was useless.

On the day of the game, Ivan was woken up early from the bed by Edward. The weather was bad that day, and the road was covered with a mixture of rain and mud. Aiwen had to work hard to get his feet wet. In the stands, Draco didn’t know When did he sit behind him? During the entire game, Ivan was held in his arms. Draco's chin was pressed against Ivan's shoulder, and his warm breath with the sweet smell of roses continuously hit him. Alvin looked sideways.

"Look." In the stands, Blaise handed the binoculars to Pansy, motioning her to look in a certain direction.

"Gryffindor is doomed," Pansy said after watching for a moment. "Potter can't see with those stupid glasses."

"I'm not talking about the game," Blaise pressed the binoculars down, "look at the stand opposite, is that Draco?"

In the stands opposite them, the Hufflepuffs were cheering on their players, and at the edge, a man in a large cloak was sitting, holding a blond boy in his arms, Pansy. After looking carefully for a while, he hesitated to recognize it, "This is that...do you know him?"

Blaise stroked his chin and nodded, "I've seen them a few times. They are the eldest son of the Wilson family. I heard that he is... a very sweet boy. Draco has eyes."

"Wilson!" Pansy was surprised. After realizing that several people were looking over, she lowered her voice and asked, "Is it the heir?"

"No, he belongs to the host." Blaise stared at the game below with a serious expression. Gryffindor called a timeout, and all the players went down.

"Does Draco know?" Pansy looked over worriedly.

"There's something he doesn't know." Blaise looked at the raised broom again with a half-smile, "Potter didn't wear his glasses anymore."

Aiwen slept a little restlessly. He has been dreaming recently, and the dream is full of various voices talking and shouting in his ears.

He himself knew that this was the effect of the dementor that appeared in the middle of the race day.

On the day of the game, hundreds of dementors suddenly appeared in the sky. Everyone was terrified. Ivan was immediately protected by Draco and squatted under the stands. Although he didn't see them, Ivan could hear the surrounding students There were screams of terror, and Draco's shaking hands clutching him, and someone yelling 'Potter fell from the sky'.

Then his eyes went dark, and he didn't know anything.

When he woke up again, he was lying in his hospital wing with Draco frowning tightly beside him.

"It's the next day." Draco said, his face was paler than before, and his voice was very rough, but he still held Ivan's hand tightly.

"I'm fine." Ivan blinked with a smile, suppressed his tears, and shook Draco's cuff, "Don't worry."

"I wrote a letter to my dad, and they will remove those dementors soon." Draco gently lay beside Ivan, he had to listen to Ivan's heartbeat to feel at ease, God knows how good it was yesterday It's easy to wait for those dementors to leave, and then find out how scared Ivan was when he fainted in his arms, as if he would lose him if he was not careful.

Ivan was half lying on the bed, staring at Draco in a daze, and unconsciously rubbed his hands on the somewhat messy short platinum-blonde hair. The moment Draco saw the dementor yesterday, Draco was completely subconscious. Protecting him under him, not even caring about his own safety, made him a little at a loss, because he knew that Draco was sincere.

It is a very happy thing to be liked by the person you like, but Ivan is not happy at all, because from the very beginning he knew the huge gap between himself and Draco, and their relationship can only be in the School, once you graduate, everything must end, so when Draco kissed him and dated him again and again, he just thought that his appearance or personality just matched Draco's preferences, and he didn't reject a Handsome, wealthy and a lover.

After all, he didn't know anything about Draco, he just liked his appearance.

The game was won, but Edward was not happy at all, because he didn't think he won by strength. This idea became stronger after seeing Harry start to use the school's broken broom to participate in training.

Aiwen, who came out of the medical wing, told Edward that Potter's broom hit the Whomping Willow and was smashed into a pile of rotten wood.

"Should I buy a new broom for Harry?" Edward pulled Ivan and asked.

"It's not you who broke Potter's broom, Edward, you don't have to blame yourself, it's all the bad things of the sudden appearance of dementors, aren't you also affected?" Aiwen took the woolen knitting in his free time recently. The scarf is to use the wand to direct the yarn and the crochet needle to move by itself. The first very ugly one was mailed home to his brother by him, and he was going to give this one to Draco.

After that day, Ivan never saw Draco lose his composure again, and it was the haughty and indifferent heir of the Malfoy family who appeared in front of him again.

Ivan still dated him in various hidden places in Hogwarts, but he didn't even realize it, and his attitude towards Draco was more serious than before.

The last week of the semester is Hogsmeade Week again. Ivan promised Draco that he would never go out of the castle gate or provoke dementors for a long time. Draco finally felt relieved and went to Fairfield with his friends. There is a line up there.

It's just that before he left, Ivan was furious from Pansy's probing eyes. After saying hello, he hurried back to Hufflepuff's lounge. He planned to stay in the library all day.

"Draco," Pansy wrapped her robe tightly to prevent the air from getting in. The 13-year-old girl's figure had begun to show scale, and she didn't see any bloat under the thick robe, whispered to Draco, "are you going to Let him follow for how long."

"Before I get tired of it." Draco stretched out his hand indifferently, and a snowflake hovered and fell on the palm of his thick glove, disappearing instantly.

Pansy looked at Draco's expression and didn't say much. It's been like this since he was a child. Once he showed this expression, it must have shown that he had a great interest in something.

A few people walked and talked, and they walked away quickly, and no one noticed. Behind them, a tall Slytherin girl came out from behind the pillar. It was obvious that she had been hiding before Draco and the others left. There.

The author has something to say:

I'm so stupid I forgot to set the time yesterday