HP Knockdown and Counter Knockdown

In the morning, the alarm went off at 06:30, and Draco stayed in bed for a while as usual, which helped his brain start to wake up. A smart head is not the same as a lion's head. They are more delicate and need to be cared for carefully. , even without brute force protection, they will be kings, because they are Slytherins, and Draco is a Malfoy.

The events of last night entered the brain like a liquid, No. 20 Nine Night Tours, the damn capsule machine... and the naked Potter!

Thinking of this, Draco stood up abruptly and looked around, his eyes fixed on his little dragon Binqi... the two twisted eggs inside.

Draco took out the two capsules, covered the quilt, shrank in, and quickly took the wand next to the pillow into the quilt.

"Fluorescent flickering." A small spell, precise magic control, and the most suitable light inside the quilt.

The golden gastronomy seemed to be glowing. Draco looked at his gastronomy first, but there was no change. He put it aside, held his breath and opened the gastronomy with naked Potter. Merlin's stinky socks, really It's a naked Potter, he didn't dream last night, look at that stupid face, there won't be another one in the world.

Stretched out his finger to poke Potter's cheek. The naked doll was originally lying on its side. After being harassed, it waved its hand and turned over again. A part that all boys have was presented in front of Draco's blushing Malfoy.

"Exhibitionist." Draco muttered in a low voice, stretched out his hand and grabbed a handkerchief from the outside, covering a certain position of Potter, and he was relieved.

"Wake up, Potter, don't pretend to be dead." Draco ran his fingers through Potter's messy black hair, and took the time to sigh that the hair quality was not bad.

Harry, whose sleep was disturbed, was very annoyed by the naked Potter at the moment, staring at the person who disturbed his sleep with a pair of blue eyes, a smirking Malfoy!A Malfoy in a nightgown with half exposed shoulders!A Malfoy who slept in the same bed with him under a quilt!

Potter, who was very frightened by Harry, immediately closed his eyes and muttered silently: "It's not true, it's not true... I'm wearing clothes, I'm wearing clothes..."

Draco rolled his eyes, stretched out two fingers to cover the place where Potter was gone, and then said coolly: "Potter, you're gone."

"Teng" blushed, Harry Potter sat up in embarrassment and put on a handkerchief and wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound, he could only stare at the other party, trying to express that don't think I'm afraid if I don't wear clothes you.

Draco propped his chin with one hand and made a smirk, "Potter, don't stare at me, you are just a little doll." Draco raised his index finger and poked the opponent's forehead. The Potter doll fell to the ground, gone again.

Draco coughed lightly, his backlit ears were a little blushing.

Potter, who had had enough of Harry, went all out, threw away the handkerchief very proudly, and stood on the soft bed with his arms folded and stared at him.

"Potter, I suggest you wear something." Draco looked around but didn't look at the naked Potter.

Satisfied with Harry, Potter snorted heavily, sat down with his legs rolled up, put his hands on his knees, and put on a posture of negotiation, but unfortunately, the little Slytherin snake didn't look at him, and He said to himself, "I don't know how that old bee made it. It really looks like that scarred head, except that it's obscene." It's just stupid, stupid, stupid, and a little bit more honest.

There was a cry from outside the veil. It was Goyle.

"Draco, you'll be late if you don't get up, it's already seven o'clock!"

Oops, Merlin's stinky socks, it's obviously impossible for a Malfoy to take care of himself without more than an hour, he has to take a shower, comb his hair, match his clothes, and then have an elegant breakfast, Draco quickly lifted the quilt and thought He was about to get out of bed, but after thinking of something, he threw the quilt back on. Potter, who was about to crawl out of Harry, was completely covered under it, almost suffocating, but the familiar dizziness hit him.

Gryffindor tower, when all the little snakes start to move, the lions are still sleeping, because the first class is at nine o'clock, and they only have a quarter of an hour to take care of themselves. If there is a breakfast, then Getting up at 08:30 is totally enough.

The savior smacked his lips in sleep, smiling at the fresh air he regained, good to be alive.

Draco took care of himself in a hurry, and went to breakfast 10 minutes later than usual. He decided to give up oatmeal, took a box of milk pudding and began to eat gracefully.

Everything was business as usual, and Harry's shaggy-haired Potter arrived in the Great Hall with Weasley the Skunk within a quarter of an hour before class was due to sit down among the chattering Gryffindors with bread in his mouth Churning oatmeal in his hands, with no manners at all.

Draco's proud Malfoy snorted, lowered his head and continued digging into his pudding.

Ron Weasley, whose mouth was full of patties, mumbled to Harry, who swallowed the oatmeal in his mouth and gave him a look to indicate what he had just said.

"I said," Ron swallowed hard, and Hermione rolled his eyes in exchange.

"That ferret didn't bother us today." Ron whispered in Harry's ear, and the latter moved a little because it felt a little itchy.

"Merlin bless Malfoy to continue like this." Harry shrugged his shoulders and glanced at the Slytherin who was about to get up. Frowning, he took a bite of the toast and almost choked to death.

In Potions class, Potter, who rolled his eyes, was assigned to be with the little prince of Slytherin. He packed his things neatly and came to the front row under Ron's sympathetic gaze. Snape's venom was the best to touch. Sprinkling his position, the Slytherin was smiling provocatively at him.

"Malfoy, put away your idiot eyes." Potter said, staring at Harry very dissatisfied.

"Professor, Potter doesn't seem to be very satisfied with your scoring." Malfoy, who Draco must repay, happily raised his hand to report.

"Mr. Potter, what are you dissatisfied with?" Snape gracefully tugged on the black robe, folded his arms and asked.

"No, no, Professor, I don't have any dissatisfaction." Harry said weakly with his head bowed.

"Very good." Snape nodded slightly, raised his head and scanned the entire professor like a king of snakes, and all the students trembled unconsciously.

"Now, pick up your pens and memorize every word of what I'm going to say, for those of you with erratic little brains like Bludgers, and potions require finesse."

"He seems to be in a good mood today." Draco muttered in a low voice, and the savior, who had been surprised, turned his head and looked at him after hearing this. Malfoy was explaining to him?

"Mr. Potter, I seem to have said that I need to take notes, right?" The gloomy words rang in Harry's ear, and Potter, who was startled by Harry, said dryly, "But...professor...that..."

Snape snorted, "Gryffindor will deduct two points for not paying attention."

"It's not fair!" Ron yelled habitually, and belatedly realized that Slytherin's little ferret hadn't actually done anything, and his buddy had indeed made a mistake first.

"Sorry, Professor." Ron's blushing Weasley murmured an apology.

"Gryffindor deducted two points for disrupting the classroom." Snape said flatly, this time there was no objection.

"Ha, stupid Scarhead." Draco sneered at Malfoy, who had watched a good show.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry's dissatisfied Potter growled.

"It's none of your business, Scarhead." Draco continued to gloat until his godfather gave him a warning look.

Draco was very satisfied with this class. He laughed at Scarhead seven times in total, but the other party had no choice but to grab his schoolbag and leave angrily after class. He even forgot the textbook. Draco glanced at the book The potion book that hadn't been flipped through many pages smiled and stuffed it into his schoolbag.

"Come on, Draco." Goyle greeted, handing over a bloody lollipop at the same time.

"No, thanks, Goyle, too much sweets will make me fat." Draco wrinkled his nose and said in disgust.

But you didn't eat less pudding every day, Goyle quickly retorted in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, because Draco would confiscate all his candy and biscuits.

During the lunch break, Draco went back to the dormitory. He pulled up the curtain secretly. Crabbe asked Blaise what was going on. The latter put down the latest magic fashion magazine, thought for a while and said: "He has been a little bit lately. Strange, maybe those little puddings finally made him fat, don't you notice his face is a little swollen?"

"Oh, yes, the lines do round a bit." Crabbe grabbed a handful of potato chips and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Brace, I'm not fat, I said it was edema!" Draco shouted from behind the veil.

"Well, edema." Blaise rolled his eyes.

Inside the green curtain, Draco didn't care about the naked Potter's life and death for the first time. Instead, he opened his robe, turned up his shirt, twisted it, squeezed it, and finally nodded with satisfaction. He still has Malfoy. The most standard figure.

This scrutiny took Draco a lot of time, and when he wanted to look at Potter under the quilt, Blaise had already called him, saying that he was going to class, pursed his lips, and Draco resumed Put on your shoes and go tidy yourself up.

"Malfoy's problem." Blaise hummed on the sofa, because Draco was combing his hair carefully, trying to make every strand of hair evenly coated with the magic glory powder.

After those Slytherins went out to class, there was a burst of gunfire in the quiet dormitory.

"Merlin, I'm going to die!"

The author has something to say:

Thank you Lihua for your reward!

Dear friends, it has been patched up. This story is not over yet. Surprisingly, I only planned to write [-] words, but it ended up exceeding it.There will be some interaction between the two dolls, which will be in the next chapter, but how can you be satisfied with the dolls of Harry and the little dragon? Throwing away the morals, we want the real Harry and the real Draco to have sex!

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