[HP] Noble

"The breath of the dragon clan is coming in." Zhulong looked down at the embarrassed platinum nobleman, and touched his chin with satisfaction, "but it's not the same as us."

"What's the difference?" Scorpius rolled his eyes at him, pulled off his cloak casually, and wiped the sweat from Draco's face. At this moment, Prince Slytherin's face was not good-looking, his eyes Half dozed off, the eyeballs fluttered slightly under the eyelids—as if waking up from a terrible nightmare.

"Obviously, the deity's bloodline is more pure." Candle Dragon stretched out his hand, unceremoniously pulled Draco's wings for a look, then let go, and repeated, as if he thought it was interesting to do so, "This kid It has fully matured, but still has a part of human blood in its body."

"What?" Scorpius was startled, his hands paused, "But his 'full moon period' shouldn't end so soon!"

Zhulong withdrew his hand, took the handkerchief Wen Xin handed over and wiped the mucus on his hands: "I thought my meaning was very clear—he is already a complete mature body."

"You mean, Draco will never be like... now?"

"It's unnecessary." Zhulong emphasized.

"What on earth did you feed him?" Scorpius frowned, subconsciously took back the potion from Professor Snape that had reached Draco's mouth, Draco frowned slightly, closed his eyes but still uttered A grumble of disapproval, like a child losing a toy he just got, made the fourth-year Slytherin even more uneasy, "You gave him steroids?"

"What is that - don't follow me like Taishang Laojun, I will let Wenxin beat you."

"...the inner alchemy that was dug out from the body of the nine-tailed fox a long time ago." Zhulong curled his lips and said honestly, "If you eat it, you won't become a fairy, and there won't be any problems. It's just for strengthening your body."

Scorpius was a little speechless, he suddenly remembered that Draco had taught him not to eat indiscriminately, and now, Prince Slytherin had obviously forgotten this - Scorpius had never been able to find much information about magical creatures in the library , and now, obviously he can only turn to Professor Snape for help, because Draco is still in a semi-comatose state, and no one can kindly tell him whether it really doesn't matter if the full moon period is forced to end early.

……

Sent Wenxin and Zhulong away, Scorpius got Draco onto the bed with a little effort, and then sat on the edge of the bed, waiting patiently for him to wake up—during this period, he was in Draco's He looked around in the room, but unfortunately, there were no books about magical creatures in his room.

And when Draco woke up, he found the person lying on his bed...he was asleep.

And the hell was sleeping soundly.

"Excellent." The Slytherin prince muttered, rubbing his temples with some effort. "What else can I expect from you? At least my bed makes you feel like you belong."

"...I'm just too sleepy, you know it's already early in the morning." Scorpius moved, yawned and opened his eyes, "At this time, anyone's bed is the same, I can do Weasley's bed Sleep well... (Draco raised his eyebrows) Sorry, I was just kidding." The fourth-year Slytherin said with a smile.

Watching Draco stand up, with his newborn wings hanging on his back, after a slight shake, he was easily retracted - it took about five seconds or so, and now, Prince Slytherin's back is back In the middle of yawning, Scorpius stared at him with some fascination.

"Hey," Draco paused as he took off his nightgown, turned his head slightly, and reminded softly with some amusement, "If you look at me like this again, I'm going to put you on the bed."

"...you don't need to press it." Scorpius quickly kicked off his shoes, pulled off his robe, lifted the quilt and got into the soft bed, revealing his head, "Look, I obediently came in by myself."

"..." Draco looked at him with a half-smile, and after looking at him for a while, as if he remembered something, the sixth-year Slytherin frowned, and said with some disgust, "Boy, I have to remind you, You didn't take a shower, and then you climbed into my bed?"

"You've desecrated your holy bed before, covered in slime," Scorpius said wearily, "so forget about your ridiculous rules for a moment before changing the sheets, Draco, we both need one Full sleep."

Silently, Draco leaned forward and bent down slightly.

The fourth-year Slytherin stood up slightly, wrapped his arms around his neck, and leaned forward to press a loud kiss on his lips.Before Draco could deepen it, he pulled his head back, patted the quilt, and said solemnly, "Sleep."

"I think I still need a shower." Draco replied after struggling for a while, "I've had enough sleep these days."

"Your 'full moon period' is over." Scorpius was sleeping on the pillow, staring at Draco and said seriously, "Tomorrow we have to tell Professor Snape about this - your blood inheritance has been completely completed Now, Draco, and you're not even an adult... just because you ate the messy food that old monster gave you—have you thought about how to prepare for Professor Snape's scolding, Your Highness ?”

"Screaming?" Draco's voice came from the bathroom, "Why?"

Scorpius choked, and when the sound of water sounded, he turned over and stared at the light coming from behind the opaque bathroom glass door: "I think it's better to proceed step by step in terms of blood inheritance?"

"Actually not." Draco's voice seemed a little blurred in the sound of water, "I have completed the inheritance of the entire bloodline, and I feel good at the moment. But I think I do have something to talk to my father about."

"for example?"

The people in the bathroom fell silent.

Scorpius waited for a while, but still did not wait for an answer.Just when he thought he would not get an answer and was about to fall asleep in a daze, the bathroom door was suddenly opened, and Prince Slytherin came out clean and refreshed—he put on a new bathrobe, white Yes, he is so handsome.

"I think I saw what the Malfoy family looked like when it came to the inheritance of the dragon blood."

The slightly moist fingertips brushed lightly on the lover's cheeks. The other party was obviously itchy. After struggling for a while, he simply stretched out his hand from the quilt to grab his paw, and kissed his fingertips. Pi closed half of his eyes, opened one eye, and lazily replied: "You mean you had a sexual dream before?"

Draco stopped talking, and looked down at him with the corners of his lips curled up.

Scorpius grabbed the noble hand of His Royal Highness, which was still in his own, as a sign of urging.

"No," Draco replied simply, "I dreamed of my ancestor Aftina Malfoy, but only of her dying state." He paused, then added, "They burned alive dead her."

I felt my hand being grasped even harder.

Draco couldn't help but smile at the warmth from the other palm.

He stretched out his hand, patted the furry head exposed outside the quilt, and said softly, "I'm fine. It's over."

"I always feel like you're always trying to take on more than you should, Draco," Scorpius replied softly, "and I don't think it should be."

"That's because even if I try to avoid them, they won't detour to me." Draco lifted the corner of the quilt and got into the bed. He moved, pulling the fourth-year Slytherin towards him Pulling and pulling, until the other person was arched and hugged into his arms—this bed was very big, but the two of them were crowded and close together.

Such a posture is unexpectedly very reassuring.

Draco slowly closed his eyes: "So I'd rather be preparing forever, so that when trouble strikes, I'll be a little calmer."

"last question."

"ask."

"In that cave, Dumbledore's last memory was modified?"

"Oh, yes, that face-saving old man." Draco sneered, "I always praise your observation skills for no reason, boy."

"Tell me."

"Dumbledore tried to invite me to be his new Knight of the Round Table, Dagonit the Clown, and I turned him down. I told him that once the war was over, it was inevitable that the dark and light wizards would once again be on opposite sides, and we Never able to stand together in the sun, this probably dates back... from a long, long time ago, when dark wizards were forced to be driven into the dark forest."

"Oh my God."

"...What kind of reaction is this, huh?"

"You rejected Dumbledore!"

As soon as Scorpius finished speaking, he felt his chest start to vibrate slightly, and Prince Slytherin's indifferent voice sounded above his head—"If this makes you think I'm great, it seems to be worth it .”

"If it was Potter, he would have readily agreed."

"That's one of the reasons, if Dumbledore is going to invite Potter in the future, then I'm going to have to be on a team with him—it's pretty bad to think about it."

"You guys used to be on the same team, in your fourth grade, against Durmstrang, remember?"

The voice behind him paused, and after a while, Draco's voice sounded again. This time, it was still flat and without ups and downs: "You remember?"

"...No." Scorpius replied, "Reno told me."