HP Knockdown and Counter Knockdown

Draco still looked a little excited, and after Narcissa said goodnight to them, Draco still didn't fall asleep.

"Harry, what do you think?" Draco turned over and asked obediently.

"Great, fun here."

"But you haven't seen anything yet!" Draco giggled, feeling that Harry's words pleased him.

Harry blushed a little and muttered, "Because this is where you grew up."

"Oh, Harry, that's very sweet." Draco said innocently, leaning over to kiss the boy on the cheek at the same time, "I find that I like you more and more, Harry."

"Me too, Draco."

They finally fell asleep, but on the other side, Lucius and Narcissa hadn't fallen asleep yet, they were watching the news brought by the owl.

"The youngest son of the Weasley family has been found." Lucius whispered, he let go of his usual arrogance at this moment, and frowned, just like an ordinary father who worried about his child.

"I really can't believe that our little dragon left the Weasley family's youngest son in the cornfield overnight." Narcissa giggled. From here, it can be seen that many of Draco's little habits have actually been inherited from his mother. .

"Cissy, I have to deal with the guys from the Ministry of Magic tomorrow, and that old guy Arthur has already alarmed them."

"Perhaps not Mr. Weasley, but his wife."

"What's the difference?" Lucius snorted coldly, looking down on the big family from the bottom of his heart.

Narcissa smiled and hugged her husband.

"Don't worry about Luke, Draco's contractor is not this child anyway."

"No, Sissy, that's where the strangeness lies." Lucius frowned, "This child was supposed to be the contractor of the youngest son of the Weasley family, but now he has signed a contract with Draco and succeeded. gone."

Narcissa blinked, "You mean, this child belongs to Draco..."

"No, please don't say it." Lucius said weakly.

"This is really, really amazing!" Narcissa showed a bright smile, she seemed more happy than her husband's frustration, which made Lucius even more irritable.

"Sissy, don't you understand? If things are really like that, our son will have to enter into a marriage contract with a Muggle." When talking about Muggles, Lucius showed a look of disgust.

"Come on, honey, don't you forget that Sev is a Muggle too."

"But he's not stupid, and most Muggles are."

"But I think Harry is quite cute. You forgot, he was so sincere in defending Draco just now, as if he was Draco's little boyfriend."

"That's terrible." Lucius rolled his eyes.

Narcissa couldn't understand her husband's emotions at all. Like every mother who knew her son had a sweet partner, she felt relaxed and happy. Although her son's partner was a boy, what did it matter?As long as they like each other is the luckiest thing in the world.

Harry woke up early the next morning, his emerald green eyes were still a little dazed, until something warm and soft kept rubbing against his cheek, Harry was startled, thinking that there was something The cat held it next to him, but it didn't take long for him to figure it out.Because cats don't have arms as white as lotus roots and lips as red as red.

He is so cute!Thinking to himself, Harry decided to find a metaphor for Draco.

pudding?No, he looks more tender than pudding.small cake?No, Draco is sweeter than cake.In the end, Harry still believed that Draco was Draco, and it could not be replaced or compared with anything else.

"Harry, um, why did you wake up so early?"

Draco woke up from a daze, wrapped his hands and feet around each other, and regarded Harry as his toy dragon, but the toy dragon didn't have such a comfortable temperature.

"Don't make noise, Sujue..."

Draco stopped Harry before he could speak, smacked his lips, mumbled, and fell asleep again not long after.

Harry was now as if trapped by an octopus, barely able to move, so he could only look at the other person again, and saw Draco's long eyelashes drooping quietly and docilely.

"Draco, I don't want a cupcake, I don't want a toy dragon, I just want you okay?" He whispered, feeling ashamed of the greedy words, but it was undeniable that he blushed a little.

He liked Draco, liked the way he giggled, liked how clumsy he was sometimes, and most of all, it was Harry that Draco saw, not James Potter's son, not anyone else.

"Honey, are you still up?"

Narcissa's voice came from outside the door.Harry pushed Draco, who squirmed and refused to get up.

Narcissa seemed to know her son very well, so after Harry got up to wash, Narcissa came in and dragged her son out of the quilt.

"Honey, if I remember correctly, you have to go to Hogwarts Primary School today."

"No, Mom, you remember wrong." Draco muttered with his eyes closed.

Narcissa patted her son's little butt and said, "Okay, stop being coquettish, your father was very angry about you knocking out Ron Weasley and throwing him in the cornfield, because of you he was very angry We'll have to go to the Ministry of Magic to sort this out."

Draco giggled when he heard Ron Weasley and the cornfield again, he opened his eyes, put his little arms around his mother's neck, and said cheerfully: "That's what he deserves, he's always right I brag about it, but you see, mother, Harry's mine."

"Draco, what are you talking about?"

The blond-haired boy flinched. He turned to see Harry standing by the door. After washing up, he was taken to breakfast by the servants, but Harry didn't like to eat far away from Draco. , so he came back soon.

"Harry."

"Draco, you said that I was your contractor." Harry looked a little hurt, he didn't like being deceived by others.

"Of course you are my contractor, have you forgotten? We signed a contract." Draco got down from his mother's arms, his lips were tightly pressed together, and he didn't feel that he had done anything wrong.

"But that doesn't seem to be the case, Draco, it's not good for you to steal other people's things."

Harry murmured, he didn't like Draco's behavior, it reminded him of Dudley, Dudley always liked to snatch his things, and he was very bad, but he liked to complain or cry in front of adults, And the Potters, like all parents, only blame their children first.

"So you like Weasley more?" Draco ignored Harry's previous words. He was a spoiled child who was born without knowing what it was to admit his mistakes. Whenever he felt that something was wrong, Draco Ke will start messing around.

Narcissa deeply understands these shortcomings of her son. She tried to change it, but she couldn’t help it. In the end, Narcissa, like her husband, felt that if Draco was a bad-tempered child, then he should find someone who can help him. Unlimited tolerance for his people.

Doting parents always fail to realize that their children are anything but cute.Narcissa happily admitted this defect in her heart, and had more expectations for Harry.

The author has something to say:

I've been thinking about throwing Ron in the cornfield for a long time, and it finally happened =v=

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