[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

The desk lamp was turned on again.

The room was brightly lit... the bright Sewell could see the fine hairs on Draco's back.

He still maintained the posture of hugging Draco from behind, his face turned red, he didn't know whether he should take his hands back now or what, it felt awkward no matter what he did... his body was stiff like a sculpture.

Drake lowered his head and looked at the ring on his hand. He could see that it was originally a clumsy gold ring, but now it was carved with some patterns that were absolutely imprecise. He dared to guarantee that it would not be used for more than three days. time.

While chunks of gold kept it from being relegated to the cheap stuff, poor workmanship kept it from something that could be found on a Malfoy.

The only bright spot was the black stone on it. Drake couldn't tell what material it was made of. He reached out to pat Sewell's hand that was still on his body, and asked again: "What is it?"

"...the resurrection stone." Sewell said sullenly, "it's the last...horcrux."

Draco's body tensed for a moment.

There was silence in the room.

Sewell was so nervous that he couldn't talk, he didn't dare to move, he randomly guessed what Draco was thinking in his heart, he wanted to give this to Draco as an apology...

Because he was afraid that Draco would be disgusted, he even went to the jewelry store to beautify it.

But Draco didn't seem to like it.

The situation was deadlocked for a while, and just when Sewell was about to embrace his thighs and make an apology, Draco suddenly turned around and faced Sewell.

The two became face to face, and Sewell could feel a tickle on the top of his head as soon as Draco exhaled.

Sewell didn't dare to move from the very beginning, and now his whole body was almost stuck to Draco's chest, he was embarrassed and panicked, wanted to stand up, but didn't dare...

Draco didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all, he lowered his head, put the hand with the ring next to Seville, and looked back and forth at the crude ring on his hand, and Seville who was full of panic.

It took a long time before he sighed, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, glancing at Sewell's previously injured arm.

Lucius told him exactly what had happened, only in three letters, the first of which was that Sewell had gone to help the damned old bee, badly wounded, and had a year to live.

Draco was going crazy after reading the letter, panic and anger made him forget the etiquette, went directly to the principal's office and told Karkaroff that he was going to England.

Karkaroff said nothing, and just when Draco was about to have a duel with the principal, the second letter arrived, reporting that he was safe.

After reading the letter, Draco sat on the sofa in the principal's office, covering his face for the whole afternoon.

Just when he finally adjusted his mood and was about to spank his younger brother's ass, Lucius' third letter came: "Sevier said he would take the opportunity to go out and play, and go back in two days."

Draco was really angry this time.

Such a big thing happened, don't you know to report to your brother for safety?

Until Sewell showed up in his room, Draco was still angry, especially when he saw Sewell in Muggle clothes and looked to be doing well, he was even more angry, and he didn't want to talk to this guy at all.

But at this moment, his emotions were miraculously soothed, soothed by the crude and ugly ring that was put on his hand in the middle of the night.

He remembered the description in Lucius' letter, and looked at Sewell's cautious face... Finally his heart softened.

Sewell couldn't believe that Draco cared about him, and shook his head vigorously with his sincere blue eyes: "It didn't hurt at all, and I passed out all at once."

Draco sighed and stretched out his hand, took Seville into his arms, and said in a low voice, "I'm worried—"

Sewell felt his heart twitch violently, Draco's words were worse than scolding him severely, or ignoring him...

He felt extremely guilty all of a sudden, curled up in Draco's arms, looked up at his brother, and kept saying sorry.

Draco patted him, with a look of helplessness on his face: "But you'll still go next time, won't you?"

Sewell shook his head frantically to express his position: "There will be no next time!"

Draco looked disbelieving, and Sewell said: "Really! Voldemort's Horcruxes have been wiped out." He blinked: "Speaking of which, today many people asked me if the Slytherins would go back ...Draco—" he asked in a low voice, "Are we really not going back?"

"Do you want to go back?"

"I think so—I like Hogwarts better," Sewell said honestly. "It doesn't feel impersonal here, but—" he added hastily, "I'm where you are."

Delal smiled softly: "I think it's pretty good here. Compared to Hogwarts, it's more like a kindergarten, full of kids who can't make enough noise."

Sewell thought to himself that you are the most quarrelsome king of children.

"Maybe I will go back..." The platinum nobleman raised his eyebrows: "But definitely not now, well, it's getting late, go to sleep-I'll settle the rest with you tomorrow." He pulled out his wand from under the pillow, waved With a wave, he turned off the desk lamp, and in that posture, he hugged Sewell and closed his eyes.

Maybe it's because he wakes up in this position every morning. Once he entered the darkness, Sewell didn't feel awkward. He stared at Draco's silhouette in the darkness, and couldn't help but ask, "When was that?"

"At least—when we conquer Durmstrang."

Sewell felt that the word conquer was quite secondary, and he wanted to say something, but Draco covered his mouth with his hand, and his voice was full of tiredness: "I haven't slept well for three days— —Excuse me, be quiet."

Draco's hand smelled a little of his usual perfume - the bitter scent of gentian and geranium, which surrounded Sewell. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

When I woke up the next day, it was Christmas.

Draco was still sleeping, and Sewell woke up, jumped up, and rushed to the living room to find his Christmas present.

There is a big fir tree in the living room, which is used as a Christmas tree. Under the Christmas tree, there are two mountain-like piles of presents. Sewell was surprised to find that his presents were no less than Draco's——

He looked through the presents with great interest, but to be honest, there was basically nothing new. Harry and Hermione's were all books, one was about Quidditch, and the other was "One Hundred Common Spells". A big bag of Weasley trick candy, Pansy a finely made green diamond-encrusted tie, and the most innovative being Lucius and Narcissa who gave Sewell a Gringotts key, says Sewell. Will was grown up, it was time to have his own little coffer, and put ten thousand Galleons in it.

Sewell touched the key tremblingly, experiencing the pleasure of being a rich second generation.

Most of the names on the remaining packages were unfamiliar to Sewell, except that they belonged to Slytherin or Gryffindor.Then he started looking for that gift from Draco, and after searching for a long time, he found that there was none!

Grandma's legs... Sewell angrily found out the gift he gave Draco, and stuffed it at the bottom of the pile of gifts, thinking: It's my fault that I prepared the gift so carefully.

But it's also... Draco was angry with him before, why would he have the heart to give him a Christmas present.

Sewell's excitement after waking up disappeared in an instant, and he sat on the floor, pouting, listlessly opening the remaining presents.

When the gift was half unwrapped, Draco came out of the room in his pajamas, his blue-gray eyes glanced casually at Sewell, and his eyelids drooped mockingly: "Are you a child under the age of [-]? On the floor—" He let out a breath, and with a flick of his wand, turned a nearby chair into a fur mat and flew to Sewell's side.

Sewell moved his butt and sat on the soft fur cushion, his mood suddenly brightened.

Draco glanced at his pile of presents quite indifferently, and said lazily: "I'll go wash up first." Sewell nodded quickly, and while Draco was washing up, he put his presents in the topmost.

Sure enough, Draco was the first to pick up his gift when he came out.

After taking it apart, Draco frowned, not hiding his displeasure: "This is—" He hesitated for a while, and said with a non-standard pronunciation: "Gun?"

Now it was Sewell's turn to be surprised. He nodded and said, "You actually know... I think this might have a miraculous effect on dealing with wizards."

Disgust and disbelief were evident on Draco's face: "You're giving me Muggle products for Christmas?"

"Don't say that--" Sewell rubbed over and said flatteringly, "This is so precious, I spent a lot of effort to get it."

Confusion spells, Polyjuice Potions...and lots and lots of Galleons.

Draco obviously didn't know what it was, and the only thing he was satisfied with about this unusual birthday present was that it was made of gold.

But... Sewell likes gold?

He involuntarily looked at the gold ring on his hand that also came from Seville, and decided in his heart that in the future, he would put his own brother's aesthetics on gemstones, preferably emeralds.