[hp] Dragon Training

Draco put his luggage in the special compartment of the student union, and Blaise said later that he would come over for a meeting.Although it is cool to be the chairman, this position is not dictatorial. Many times, some problems that teachers cannot solve or do not want to solve will be handed over to the student union.

It is said that this time Blaise wanted to discuss with him about the change of the position of the student union-he, the vice president, didn't want to do it.

Blaise's mother is a well-known coquettish beauty, almost as young and charming as a witch. So far, she has married seven husbands, and the property under her name can already be at the top of the magic world.And now, according to rumors, she is about to usher in her eighth husband.Blaise didn't have much to say about this. He inherited his mother's good looks and good temperament, and there were always girls around him all day long.This time, he also took the initiative to tell Draco that he didn't want to do it, and he didn't want to spend too much time in the student union to affect his private life.

private life.Draco sneered, thinking of this word he felt inexplicably wanting to laugh.Blaise looked at himself very frivolously at the time, as if to say, I have a private life, how about you?

The senior senior suppressed the mentality that was so irritable that he wanted to hit someone with amazing willpower, took a deep breath and began to think about the theme of the meeting for a while.If Blaise doesn't want to do it, who will take the vacant position?Draco wanted to recommend people from his own academy, for example, Astoria Greengrass, the second lady of the Greengrass family was capable and responsible. Although she was a little less courageous, the first graders did the same in the past. It's very stable. If you come to be the president of the student union, Slytherin's voice will be louder in the future, and it won't be affected by Blaise's withdrawal.

Now that it has been decided, who will be the prefect of Slytherin next year?

With a candidate in mind, Draco smiled.He suddenly felt okay, even if he was only in fourth grade next year.Although that person is soft on the outside, he always has a tolerant and strong heart, which is also the most charming thing about him.

Just thinking about it, the door of the carriage was pulled open vigorously.The senior said lightly: "Why are you so late..." Suddenly he couldn't continue, because he saw the white-haired boy standing there with unbearably red eyes, as if he had cried hard.

The senior jumped in his heart and frowned: "What's wrong?" The last time I saw him crying was when he was very young, around the first grade, only his waist height.Seeing him so sad now, Draco felt an inexplicable distress and faint panic.

The silver-haired boy lowered his eyelashes, blinked, and tears fell into the crack of the car door.The senior came over and hugged him firmly, pressed his head and buried him on his shoulder: "Just now I was still praising you in my heart for being strong. My child, what's wrong?"

"No... no one, who led me when I was lost..." Fleta choked up.

"Am I not human?"

"...you will laugh at me for getting lost."

"Why am I making fun of you?" Draco was puzzled, "And don't you know the guiding spell yourself?"

At that moment, Fleta burst into tears.It feels like you are coquettishly asking your boyfriend what time it is, meaning to let him hurry up, but he looks at you with a mentally retarded expression and says: Don’t you have a watch yourself?The silver-haired boy buried his head on his shoulder: "Wow wow wow wow!!"

Draco: "..."

Fleta rubbed against him and didn't let go, the senior patted him helplessly, picked him up and sat on the sofa seat by himself, patted his shoulder and let him sit on his lap and cry.

Blaise opened the door and came in and saw this scene. He froze for a moment, seeing Fletta sitting on the Chairman, with his head still buried in his neck and making a sound that seemed to be crying in a low voice. .Draco turned his eyes to look over, and that look in Blaise's eyes meant condemnation.Blaise swallowed his throat, closed the door silently, and stopped Nat who had been calling behind him to let him in.

The senior was sitting by him all the time, the key point was that he just lay on his stomach, and even trembled when he cried, something was not quite right for him to shake.The corners of Draco's mouth twitched: "Okay, let's be reasonable. What do you want?"

"Woo..." Fletta raised her head, "Am I going to be separated from you for a long time during the summer vacation?"

"Yes."

"Whoa whoa whoa!"

Draco smiled: "And your mother won't let you come to my house, thanks to you for Christmas."

The more Fleta thinks about it, the more sad she becomes. What kind of object is this? It's to stimulate yourself on purpose, right?Then the senior raised his face: "So, will your family let guests live in the mountain hut?"

Fletta was dumbfounded, with some water hanging from the corners of his eyes, and looked at him foolishly: "Huh?"

"I've already written to tell my father that I will stay at your house for a while." Draco thought for a while, "Then your father also agreed, it is said that he wants to test me?"

Only then did Fleta realize it, her heart surged with ecstasy, and she hugged the senior's face and kissed fiercely: "Are you serious!?"

Draco squinted his eyes uncomfortably: "...you'd better restrain your overly enthusiastic behavior, I don't think Mr. Alston will be happy to do this. I will be a little embarrassed."

"No!" Fleta directly refused.He supported the senior's neck, and directly stuck out his tongue to lick his thin lips.He is not very old, and this behavior is not like showing love, but like tasting a sweet food.

Draco was annoyed by his refraining from saying it: "Damn it, it's your turn to say no to me?" He slapped Fretta hard on the ass with his hand.

Fletta was beaten so loudly that he fell back, but now he was sitting on someone's lap, so he immediately lost his balance when he leaned back, and he was about to fall on the back of his head.Draco hugged his back with all his strength, bent slightly and kissed him.He looked more aggressive than the slow tasting, and his tongue went right in to lick his gums.

The young man was about to be familiarized. At this time, his whole body was centered on the hands held by his senior. At this time, he felt an extreme sense of crisis and weightlessness, which stimulated him to feel an indescribable comfort.

Fletta parted slightly, and said with a feeling of uneven breathing: "...Did I sit on something?"

"...Did you just realize it?"

"Sorry." Fletta thought for a while, hugged his neck, looked at him with wet eyes, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

He doesn't know how fucking alluring he looks now, being able to see his slightly disheveled expression in those silver-gray eyes from a close distance, and Draco stares into his eyes for a moment , A fire immediately burned his lungs.Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Fletta wanted to sit up straight and hug him before kissing him, but when he moved, he heard the senior's extremely suppressed voice say, "...you can try moving again? "

Fletta: "..."

Then he moved wildly.With anticipation and ecstasy in his eyes, the silver-haired boy directly clasped his male god's neck, sat up with his waist and pressed him between himself and the sofa, watching the senior's normally cold face crack instantly.The little hooligan's light gray eyes had some moisture, and he looked pure and innocent, but he boldly touched the senior's belt, and his cold, slender fingers directly penetrated into his pants.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time..." The young man's face turned pale, and the voice that had begun to change sounded no longer soft and cute, but had a masculine low-pitched voice. He used this young and mature voice to seduce Others, "Do you want to try it?"

Half an hour later, Blaise knocked on the door of the carriage again, and saw that there was no movement inside, so he opened the door and went in.

Draco was no longer inside, and Fleta was coughing in a low voice lying on the window, her face was red from coughing.

"Where's the Draco?" Blaise asked him.

"I'm going to the bathroom...cough..." Fleta rubbed her neck and frowned.

"Okay, you, Hill." Blaise smiled, "This can be done? How did you pick his high mountain flower?"

Fletta kept coughing, and gave him a sideways glance: "Shut up, cough, cough! He almost strangled me!"

"..." Blaise looked messy, squatted down and saw a faint red mark on his snow-white neck, "Isn't it?"

"I picked him up, and I was about to succeed, but he looked at me as if he were an enemy, so he pinched me up and pushed me open the door and left cough cough cough." Fletta felt better, and immediately died of grievance , "You don't even know how depressed I am, why does he go to the toilet? I'm not as good as his left hand?"

"He's always been very calm and responsible... so maybe he's a little too heavy?" Blaise found a place to sit down and analyze slowly.

"what?"

"That is, he may really like you, but because he has been taking care of you, he has a sense of responsibility and protection for you besides love?" Blaise thought for a while, guessing, "Maybe he feels the guilt in his heart? What did you give the child you raised?"

Fleta's expression was not very good when he heard that.Suddenly he rolled his eyes: "Hey, Zabini, you said it would be interesting to wait for him next time, will he be interested in me if I call him dad?"

"I'll probably strangle you to death," Blaise said with certainty.

"Then what are we going to do!"

"According to my experience..." Blaise touched his chin, "You have to let him break through this layer of shame first, he is just pretending, when he really tastes your goodness, can he still pinch you away? "

"Oh oh oh!" Fletta suddenly realized, and gave a thumbs up to Lover.Said learned, will do, thank you for your advice.

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After getting off the train, Fletta was still thinking about what Blaise had said to him, and she began to think about how to physically and mentally conquer her senior. Study those novels that Dad bought.

Seeing that he has been silent, Draco thought he was sad, frowned and thought for a while, stretched out a finger to lift his chin, and looked down at the red marks on his neck that he pinched out by himself: "Does it hurt?"

It's a fool who says it doesn't hurt.Fletta raised her head and looked at him: "It hurts, but I feel even more uncomfortable in my heart. Don't treat me like this next time, okay?"

The senior looked at him, his thumb slowly rubbed against the red mark, but he never let go of his frown.

Fletta thought to himself that if I didn't snatch you at this time, I would have chased you for so many years in vain, and he looked at him quietly: "Don't you like me? Don't you love me as deeply as I love you?"

Draco: "..." How do you say that?Say yes or no?What if the little bastard who said he liked climbed up the vine?

Fletta watched his outstanding senior frown with distress, and reached out to hug him. Now he has grown so tall that he only needs to touch his toes to kiss him: "Seeing you silent is also a kind of pain." It's a difficult thing, I just want to get closer to you, I want to touch you, all because I really treat you..."

The senior couldn't bear this greasy thing anymore, frowned and covered his mouth with his hand to push his head away: "Shut up!"

Fletta stuck out the tip of her tongue to lick his palm, and Draco let him lick it, his face was covered with frost: "Don't think I don't know what Blaise said to you? You don't want to think about me, you are so bold about you?"

The tip of the little hooligan's tongue licked around between his fingers very flexibly, feeling his senior's entire arm tremble, his eyes narrowed a little, he grabbed the senior's wrist and pulled him off, then bent slightly and gave a kiss A hand gift, leaving a slight wet mark on the back of his hand, and when he looked up at him, his eyes were full of invitation: "Sir?"

Draco felt that his aristocratic etiquette from childhood seemed to be ruined by the person in front of him.He raised his hand and rubbed it hard on Fleta's neck, and there was a gleam of water at the corner of his mouth.The senior looked at the water mark, and a storm seemed to be brewing in his gray-blue eyes: "You have to be careful in seducing me, besides, do you have the ability?"

The young man looked at him, and suddenly showed a smile. He didn't say yes or no, just with some inexplicable emotions in his eyes, as if he was telling the person in front of him his thoughts in disguise.Looking at that dangerous smile, the senior realized that he seemed to have underestimated the bottom line of this hooligan all along.

The journey to Hill's house was not very easy. After leaving the train station, Muggle vehicles were needed to reach a remote border, and the rest of the road could not be reached on foot.After being shielded from magic, the only animals that can enter and exit are some flying animals, such as pegasus and thestrals.Because of this, Fletta has grown up for so many years, and almost no relatives and friends in the family have visited.

Fleta transformed into a silver dragon, and his wings covered with fine scales reflected some brilliance in the sun. His vertical pupils like liquid gold looked at his sweetheart, like a greedy dragon looking at his treasure.

And Draco is certainly not a treasure that is readily available. He looked at the silver dragon in front of him with the same admiration and domineering eyes, as if he was looking at his own belongings and private property, which only belonged to him and were extremely precious.

Yinlong lowered his eyes, rubbed against him, and whispered in a dragon language that the other party couldn't understand: (I like the way you look at me, it makes my blood boil. You promise to wait until I'm ten centimeters taller and you'll be fine. Let me be more self-willed, compared to my body, now I am several times taller. I look forward to the special education you give me.)

Listening to the sound in his throat, Draco's eyes jumped slightly, and he raised his hand to stroke his scales.Immediately, his fingers touched a depression in a scale—a piece was missing there.The senior looked at his dragon scale bone ring with deep eyes.

How to explain to some idiot how good his self-taught seduction is, so many times he can't help himself and wants to completely possess him without following certain rules.But a Malfoy would never be subservient, and would never be pushed around by anyone.

The senior stroked the scales, feeling the smoothness of the palm of his hand, as if stroking the milk-like skin of a teenager.The days are long, and he has plenty of time to teach his dragon how to properly please his master.

The author has something to say: Once you enter this volume

It's starting to get pissed...

Meat scraps in the next chapter?possible?

If it doesn't work, I may hang loft or Weibo

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May I?

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