HP Knockdown and Counter Knockdown

Harry struggled to get out of the quilt, and Potter, who was panting, was in a sprawling posture, and the panting savior cursed the little Slytherin snake.

After recovering, he scratched his hair. Harry, who was completely confused about the situation, tried hard to think in his mind, but he still couldn't figure out, Merlin's balls, what the hell is going on with all this, why does he always Asleep for the first time and turn into the damn naked doll!

Harry rolled his eyes and felt like an idiot now, he stood up and tried to get out of the big bed, definitely not bragging, for his current puppy figure, Malfoy's big bed was as soft and comfortable as the ocean broad.

Potter, who was striding forward with short legs, failed after half an hour, and sat down on Draco's pillow to pant.

Well, he gave up, and the little short legs still couldn't reach the end of the bed.Harry put his hands behind his head, closed his little nose slightly, and took a deep breath, it was really fragrant.

"Sissy." He muttered in disgust, and then took a deep breath.

Being idle and bored, Harry began to look at Malfoy's big bed. It was the same as Gryffindor's, except that the fabric was made of silk, which was very silky, and the bed was softer. It must have been filled with fluffy spells, and the canopy had silver patterns. , It seems that a special magic has been cast on it. What a fastidious Slytherin, the muttering savior suddenly thought of something, it seemed that there was something in Malfoy's quilt when he just crawled out!

Harry came. The interested model suddenly turned over and got under the quilt. Without a wand, he could only feel in the dark. He found the place by feeling, touched it, and there was a small bump, and then touched it carefully. , Merlin's balls, Harry's blushing Potter took a sharp step back under the covers.

That thing... that thing... is clearly... oh... Merlin!Unable to stop himself from cocking, Harry crawled out to catch his breath.

"Calm down, Harry, that's nothing, haven't you seen it yet?" Potter, who could no longer calm down, tried to convince himself.

1 minute passed, 2 minutes passed, 10 minutes passed, and the black-haired Potter got into the quilt again, and soon dragged out another doll.

Platinum blonde hair, gray eyes, and two little wings, the savior blushed and stared at the peacefully sleeping Malfoy in a daze, he is so beautiful, such a sentence suddenly floated in the savior's mind.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, stretched out his index finger, approached carefully, poked, soft, his heart was agitated, continued to poke, and finally his eyes came to the place of the little wings, touched, very slippery, the little heart of the savior was rippling, At this moment, the curtain was pulled open abruptly.

Gray eyes met green eyes, gray eyes looked at someone's fingers, eyes fixed on fingers and little wings, and slowly opened their mouths.

"Potter, are you teasing my doll?"

ha, what?Molested!I teased his... doll?Merlin's torn socks, Potter, whose little face was flushed, quickly retracted his hands and stared at him, um, a little guilty.

Draco withdrew his gaze, put the handkerchief on his doll, and stared at Potter again, "Scarhead, you have to pay for this." Not everyone can see Malfoy's naked body, Draco The blushing Malfoy hummed inwardly.

Harry soon knew what the so-called price was, being pocketed by Malfoy to go to class!

Damn Malfoy, he didn't even give himself a suit, God, Merlin, damn Malfoy, you touched my place!

The movement of Draco's hand paused for a moment, because he seemed to touch something sensitive.

"Sorry." Draco muttered softly, and Draco patted Potter's shaggy hair to signal him to be quiet. The professor's eyes had already passed, and he couldn't let him notice.

Although he wanted to punish Potter, Draco also thought about it. If Potter made him angry again, he would expose his naked doll. On the dining table, maybe a pink bow would be good, Draco laughed Coming out, Potter, who was hiding in his pocket, was very depressed, and he felt that he was going to be finished.

After class, Draco did not go back with Blaise, but took the naked Potter around the school, and exposed Potter to the sun from time to time. Draco's proud Malfoy doesn't want his doll to be seen by others. Yes, the proud Slytherin has already stamped Draco Malfoy's private label on the Potter doll.

"Potter, I think you need to take a sunbath." Draco smiled and said Malfoy, holding Potter in his hand.

"Bastard!" Potter, who couldn't speak, could only kill this pretty boy with his eyes, he was much whiter than himself.

"Potter, it's windy, that's why I said, you should dress more." Malfoy, who was gloating at Draco's misfortune, said slowly, and Potter, who sneezed against the cold wind, curled up into a ball and pressed against the other's palm, Warm, damn it, the only place that's warm right now.

"Potter, I told you not to tease Malfoy casually." With a soft snort, Draco stopped happily, looking at Potter who was asleep with a flushed face.

That night, the Potter doll had a fever, and Draco was shocked. He had never heard of a doll having a fever!

"Potter, are you dead?"

Harry waved his hand in disgust, Malfoy the bastard.

"Potter, don't die!" The voice became louder, and then liquid flowed into his mouth, Merlin, Malfoy wanted to poison him!

He coughed violently and waved his hands and feet trying to get rid of the restraint, but unfortunately he failed.

"I'm going to die..." Harry's dying Potter mumbled unconsciously after swallowing the nasty potion.

"You won't die." There was a nice voice saying this, with a very gentle look, Harry subconsciously grabbed the other person, it was warm and slippery, and he liked it very much, this sentence flashed in Harry's mind when he fell into a coma talk.

Under the moonlight, the young man lowered his eyebrows and looked at the small figure, his face was flushed, but his breathing was already even.

"Potter..." whispered softly, the boy's eyelashes were long and slightly trembling, and he whispered next to the other side, "If you drop saliva on my finger, I will kill you."

The doll's body shook slightly, and Draco smiled softly, kissing the other's thick hair with his lips.

"Good night, my boy."

A long time ago, there was a boy named Harry Potter who became popular in the wizarding world, and everyone was crazy about him. In the big bed in Malfoy Manor, the woman told the child a bedtime story, always thinking of such a conversation .

"Mum, do you think Harry will be my friend when I go to school?"

"Yes, mother's Xiaolong, you are so cute, he will be very happy."

With the sweetness of being praised, the boy entered the dream. In the dream, there was a boy with green eyes, little canine teeth that didn't grow well, and a shy and cute smile.

"Harry, this is Harry."

"Draco, you can call me Draco."

Later, when he entered Hogwarts, when he saw the boy, he held out his hand happily but was rejected. It turned out that Harry Potter was not just a bedtime story. It turned out that he could not smile shyly, but everything was not. To a man named Draco Malfoy.

The gashapon machine is indeed very Muggle, but Draco has never thanked Muggles so much, thanked the headmaster who loves sweets, because he had a chance to get in touch with the savior at close range, and he will never Will keep an eye out for that Potter.

Harry felt very strange. He woke up sore in the morning, as if he had just played a hearty Quidditch with Slytherin. What was even more strange was that Malfoy did not find him for the next three days. He said, Merlin, Malfoy is abnormal, and the awkward savior is in his heart.

"Harry, what's the matter with you these days, you're always wriggling around like a slug, and you don't even like such delicious pies." Ron snorted and said, his eyes fixed on On the figure in the distance, "The most important thing is that you're going to stare Malfoy out of a hole, buddy, are you sure you're okay?"

"It's okay." Harry withdrew his eyes and lay sleepily on the table, playing with a glass of pumpkin juice in his hand.

"Come on, Ron, this is typical lovesickness." Hermione pointed out sharply, looking up from her heavy book.

"Lovesickness?" Ron choked a mouthful of meat pie in his throat, and looked at Hermione with hellish eyes, who shrugged his shoulders, with the expression that I know everything but I'm too lazy to tell you.

Ron put down the pie and pushed Harry, "Dude, tell me, which girl do you like!"

"Girl? What girl?" Harry looked at Ron in a daze, and the latter shouted with excitement, "It's the girl you like!"

The whole hall was silent for a moment, and everyone listened to the latest news about the savior. Blaise smiled and poked Draco's elbow, "Look, Draco, aren't you curious?"

Draco glared at Malfoy angrily, and said angrily: "Why should I be curious!" After finishing speaking, he got up, shook his robe and strode away. He didn't want to know which girl that scarhead liked, he Made up my mind yesterday to get out of Potter's business, whether he wanted a girlfriend or a boyfriend or paired with a weasel, Merlin's ragged pants!That has nothing to do with me!To hell with Potter!

"Ron!" Harry wailed, and immediately raised his hand to cover Ron's mouth, his eyes immediately followed the leaving figure, and he lowered his head in annoyance.

Draco stormed out of the hall in a rage, and then... having no more thoughts, he sat on the edge of the black lake and sighed, torturing the nearby flowers and plants, killing and recovering, continuing to kill, then recovering, and so on.

The giant octopus at the bottom of the Black Lake originally wanted to come up to take advantage of the sunshine to breathe, but was frightened by the curse and the vicious expression of the caster, retracted its tentacles and continued to dive into the bottom of the Black Lake.

The day ended with the damned Potter for the thousand and first time. Neither of the two people who were tossing and turning on the bed fell asleep, and the two dolls lay quietly in little Long Binqi's pocket, cuddling each other.

Draco glared at the two happy dolls, and knocked down the little dragon Binqi, completely out of sight.

Gryffindor Tower, the lion kept turning over in bed, unable to fall asleep at three o'clock in the morning, and the whole brain had only one name - Draco Malfoy.

"Damn little bastard!"

"Bastard Malfoy!"

"Evil Slytherin!"

The Savior cursed and waited for all his energy to be exhausted, and at the end, a small grunt came.

"I love that little bastard."

In the morning, a new day at Hogwarts began. Draco woke up very early. He closed his eyes and grabbed his wand. He was about to cast a time-telling spell, but there was something against him. Yes, that's right. , Malfoy, who was startled by Draco, quickly turned around, pulled the quilt to cover himself, and pointed his wand at him.

"Potter!" Almost screamed, fortunately Draco had the habit of casting the Silencing Charm every night recently, otherwise, with this voice, the whole dungeon must have been woken up.

The dazed savior muttered something, blinked his sleepy eyes, and smiled shyly, he could clearly see the neat teeth.

"Good morning."

Draco stared at Potter dumbfounded like a Malfoy who had been struck by lightning, a true real Potter.

"Oh, it's like this again." Potter looked down at his own body, and looked a little annoyed when he shaved his hair.

"Potter, why are you here!" Draco trembled after finally regaining his senses.

"I don't know, it seems that every time I wake up, I'm with you." Harry shook his head with an innocent expression.

"But you looked like a doll back then!" Draco blurted out without thinking, seeing the other party blinked slyly, Draco froze for a moment and blushed.

Harry approached the other party, and whispered in Draco's ear ambiguously: "So you already know, that doll is me."

"So what." Draco said dryly, the still stubborn Malfoy.

"Then, as the perpetrator of molesting me, I have to moleste back," said Harry's very shameless Potter.

Draco's eyes widened, and he blurted out again, "Obviously you took advantage of me!"

"That's it." Harry licked his lips and gave a smirk, "Then I'll let you take it back, in fact, I don't like taking advantage of others, and Slytherin doesn't seem to want to let others take advantage of it. Isn't Leitlin?"

"You!" Draco stared at the other party, unable to speak for a while.

Harry laughed seeing the other party's stunned look, and Draco cursed angrily: "You stinky lion, Scarhead, you, you, you, you dirty!"

Potter pretended to think for a while, and said sadly: "I'm not dirty, but it seems to you, a little bit."

Draco blushed, he had never seen such a shameless one, and what was even more shameless was that Potter threw himself down.

"So now, can I show you what is obscene and what is molesting, eh?"

Draco didn't want to admit that Potter looked a little sexy at the moment, but, it's morning, they're both boys, so everything will react naturally, what's very easy to misfire, what's especially because everyone is interested in each other, so fuck off Sheets or something is a very natural thing.

Afterwards, Draco sulked under the covers. He hated himself, hated the bedtime story, and hated Potter even more. When he turned around, the guy was already asleep.

No glasses, no arguments, no Weasleys and the gang, a defenseless Potter holding his own.

Draco sighed, and put the little dragon Binqi next to him away, and the sight of the two dolls cuddling together seemed less dazzling.

"Draco, aren't you still asleep?" A hoarse voice sounded, accompanied by a strong arm and a kiss, Draco's whole body was embraced by the other party.

"I remember you seem to have lessons, Potter." Draco adjusted his posture following the other's movements and said slowly.

"It's okay, turn it off." Potter replied vaguely, rubbing Draco's cheek like a clingy big cat.

"Lazy Gryffindor." Draco rolled his eyes, nestled in the other's arms and was about to fall asleep, when he heard a whisper when he was about to fall asleep.

"Actually, I did those two dolls."

"I know, because Dumbledore said that the golden gashapon is honey zits."

"I love you, Draco."

"Well, I love you too, Scarhead."

"...it's Harry."

"I love you, Harry." (END)

The author has something to say:

Well, the first story is over!The next story is that Draco is pregnant! O(∩_∩)O

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