[HP] Noble

As soon as Scorpius turned around, he saw the person leaning against the door—he stood there with his arms folded, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting, but he didn't see a trace of fatigue or embarrassment, from the spotless dragon leather winter boots to his platinum gold hair, the Prince Slytherin stood there expressionless, his silver-grey eyes motionless, like a perfect statue.

Scorpius withdrew his hand from the doorknob and raised his eyebrows: "What about standing?"

Draco lowered his arms: "Wait for you."

"Of course it's waiting for me, and it's not here to be punished." Scorpius put on the cloak, and when Draco stretched out his hand, he raised his chin with peace of mind, letting the leader of Slytherin do it for him The top button of the cloak was buttoned at the moment——Scorpius has grown a lot taller these years, and the baby fat on his face has also decreased, revealing some of the handsomeness exclusive to teenagers. Now, his sharp chin is completely covered by the Underneath the bob-tailed fox fur on the cloak, his face was paled in dark blue soft fur.

Draco fastened the buttons for him, but his hand was not in a hurry to move away, his index finger was slightly bent, and the cool touch of the glove touched Scorpius' chin, following his strength meekly, fourth grader Slater Lin raised his chin, and his bright black eyes easily met the silver-gray pair.

The two stared at each other in silence for a while.

"When did you remember?" Prince Slytherin asked lightly, but his tone was overbearing that could not be refused.

Scorpius hesitated for a second to lie, but he gave in quickly - now he almost believed that Draco and Raynor were true love for him, and when everyone was kept in the dark, these two Two shrewd fellows discovered his trick almost simultaneously.

Gently patted Draco's hand away, "How did you find out?"

"It starts when you say 'I've lost my memory' as a mantra."

"..." Scorpius twitched the corners of his mouth, and gave Prince Slytherin an unbelievable look, "Is my method so clumsy?"

Draco gave him a noncommittal look.

"That's absolutely uncontrollable." Scorpius touched his face, "This reason is so easy to use, it allows me to avoid all problems, whenever I say that, 90.00% of people will immediately use sympathetic eyes Look at me--"

"That's despicable, boy." Draco commented unemotionally.

"Oh, this, the fifth of the Slytherin rules, do whatever it takes to achieve your goals." Scorpius said with a smile.

And this seemed to inspire Draco, the platinum nobleman who was leading him forward suddenly stopped his pace, the stop without warning made Scorpius almost bump his head into his back, when the fourth grade When the Slytherin stopped complaining, he wobbled, and the next second, he was trapped between Draco's arm and the wall.

"This posture is good," Scorpius narrowed his eyes slightly as his back was leaning against the cold brick wall, "Come and give me a kiss?"

Draco obviously agreed, so they decided to follow the physical order first and exchanged a passionate kiss before the conversation started.

In the empty corridor, the sound of water with lips and tongues was infinitely magnified, as if someone had cast a magic spell on amplification in an unknown place, and the heavy and ambiguous breathing sounded in each other's ears, like the passionate melody in the movement Captivating.

When they separated again, both of them were a little breathless.

Scorpius breathed a sigh of relief, the white mist condensed in the air and then gradually dispersed. For a moment, Draco's face close at hand became a little blurry. The fourth-year Slytherin stayed for a while, and then nodded solemnly: "Yes , very good, that's all for today, goodbye."

After finishing speaking, he shortened his body and tried to slip out through the gap between Draco's arms—but he obviously forgot who he was facing at this moment, and before his feet had time to take a step, it was almost the same second , He was firmly pressed back against the wall again - "If you move around again, I will hang you here." Prince Slytherin warned in a low voice.

Scorpius quickly weighed the possibility of escape—but this time he thought of Gryffindor's Spinson Gertis, yes, that's right, the one who was placed as a statue in the corridor on the fourth floor all day The unlucky guy in front of him, Scorpius suddenly realized deeply that the elegant young nobleman in front of him was obviously the faction that did what he said.

Seemingly very satisfied with the instant restraint of the man in his arms, the senior Slytherin relaxed his hand a little, let go of Scorpius' arm and slid all the way down to his waist, rubbed it lightly twice, and he moved closer , the tip of his nose almost touched Scorpius, and asked softly: "I'll ask you one last time, when did you remember it, why didn't you tell me, eh?"

Scorpius wanted to tell him this morning, but somehow, after glancing into Draco's eyes, he blurted out, "It was about half a month ago after that Quidditch match."

Draco raised his head slightly, the corners of his lips curled up, his long eyelashes were slightly lowered, and there was a hint of arrogance and complacency on his face.

Scorpius: "..."

This is good, the time is almost down to the minute and the second.The fourth-year Slytherin pursed his lips in displeasure: "I will not be polite next time I use words to me."

The chin was hooked frivolously, and the lazy voice of the platinum nobleman sounded in his ears: "I don't want to, but I guess you are going to lie, so I have to do it, little liar."

Scorpius pushed Draco angrily, and Draco moved out of the way, bent slightly to get out of the senior Slytherin's confinement, Scorpius strode ahead, and the footsteps behind him were clearly It clearly showed that Draco followed leisurely on his long legs.

"You recovered your memory, but you didn't tell me immediately, what are you trying to hide?"

"..." Scorpius kept walking and walked forward in silence.

The footsteps behind him suddenly slowed down, and then disappeared completely - did he stop?Scorpius was slightly taken aback, and he hesitated even with his own footsteps. Soon, he heard Draco's flat voice behind him—"You don't trust me?"

There is no extra emotion in the voice, and there is even no questioning tone, just like a most common question, like "Hey, is the vanilla sauce or black pepper sauce for the steak tonight"--very calm tone, ordinary It's almost cold.

The cold wind blowing in from nowhere passed through the corridor, and the cold wind made Scorpius feel a headache.He stopped and didn't look back, but he had to admit that because of Draco's attitude, his whole body became more subtle. At first, his breathing became less natural. Soon, he realized that it was because of Draco's attitude. His whole heart was lifted up, as if it was grasped by an invisible hand - but the strange thing was that he didn't feel any emotion.

His body made the most correct response, but his perception remained motionless as if dead.

Behind him, Draco stood there all the time, keeping a distance of less than five steps between the two of them, which made it easy for him to see every reaction of Scorpius. He saw Scorpius' shoulders limply La La slackened—for a moment, he almost let him go, but in the end, he stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder lightly.

Felt the fourth-year Slytherin tremble slightly.

Out of his sight, Draco sighed softly.

"It's good that your memory is back, maybe Dumbledore will need to talk to you soon."

When Scorpius heard this, he turned to look at Draco, whose face was as calm as his tone.Taking a deep breath, Scorpius felt that his heart was all shrunk into a ball. He felt that at this moment he should angrily yell at the beautiful platinum nobleman in front of him or jump into a rage—but when everyone Just before the emotions reached his whole body, they all disappeared suddenly.

"Oh." He nodded lightly in response, "That's all you want to say?"

Draco frowned slightly, and stretched out his hand to straighten the collar of Scorpius's cloak: "There is something wrong with you, if Raynor's spell has had a bad effect on you, I suggest you go to Professor Snape."

Scorpius: "..."

Full of slots, but impeccable.

Master Malfoy, what you can do is truly worthy of being the spiritual leader of all the people of Slytherin.

Gently patted Draco's hand away, Scorpius took a step back, raised his thin lips and smiled: "Look, what's the good of getting to the bottom of it?"

The senior Slytherin froze.

Scorpius smiled at him again, turned and strode away.

He suddenly remembered a certain Pansy's complaint—it probably said that when she was in the fourth grade, Alpha Barut had come to Hogwarts because of the Triwizard Tournament. One day, the two had a quarrel.Because Alpha asked Panxi persistently why she looked pale that day, Panxi was reluctant to say at first, but finally she was pestered to the point where she couldn't bear it, and told Alpha that her uncle came to see her aunt.

She was so pissed off by Alpha's reaction that he told her to drink plenty of water and, if necessary, go to Pomfrey.

[Last time I had a cold, he also asked me to drink more water! ] Pansy squealed, [How ridiculous!If you can't solve the problem, why do you ask the bottom line! 】【Perfunctory! 】

[Cold-blooded! 】

[Not caring enough! 】

Pansy's voice exploded in Scorpius' ears like thunder.

Look for Dumbledore, look for Snape... Oh, Pansy, if I failed to understand your girlish heart at the beginning, then now my retribution has come--I feel very empathetic.

[As a nobleman, choose your lover carefully, and it is an obligation to figure out the difference between a partner and a lover. 】Scorpius paused.

Scratching his head irritably, he kicked the tattered armor on the side of the corridor——

"Oh! Fuck duty! Shit! Goodbye!"—