[HP] Noble

Nobody was going to talk to Pencey.

The Slytherin common room fell silent for a moment, save for the crackling and crackling of the fire in the fireplace.It's late at night, at this time, maybe even the house elves have stopped working, and they just found a place to dream in any corner of Hogwarts, right?

Only the last three people in the whole school were still awake. They sat together by the warm fireplace, but they didn't feel sleepy.

The smile on Draco's lips deepened, and when Scorpius almost thought he was going to show a clear smile and widened his eyes for it, the hard-earned smile disappeared.It was replaced by the usual indifference and laziness on Prince Slytherin's face. He only heard a soft "tsk", and his slender fingertips brushed back the platinum blonde hair covering his forehead at will.

The sofa shook slightly, and Draco sank into the soft sofa.

"Ah, who knows." The emphasis sounded with a protracted sound, "Although I'm glad you're thinking of me, it's also uncomfortable to suddenly feel that you're out of my control."

"Oh, yes." Scorpius raised the corners of his lips, "Control?"

"Is your English bad again? Take control, that is, if I tell you to go east, you won't think about going west."

"Well, I'll go north."

"Look." Prince Slytherin's arm was hanging limply beside the sofa, swinging from side to side with the momentum of the drooping, his fingertips drew shallow traces on the clean and soft carpet, "That's what I mean .”

"No, no, I don't care what you mean, at least I mean," Scorpius said, "that never happened, Draco."

Pansy yawned, patted her skirt and stood up: "I'm sure I don't want to hear you entangled anymore, just this boring topic-I should go to bed, oh, promise me, you will go right away too sleep well?"

"Let's go." Scorpius also stood up.

Draco, who was lying on the sofa, stopped moving. He retracted his hands, half propped himself up, and looked at Scorpius with slightly narrowed beautiful eyes: "Are you going to disturb your sleeping roommate?"

Scorpius straightened his clothes and said without raising his head, "Yes."

"Yes?"

"'Yes' means 'that's it'." Scorpius smiled without pressure, "I'm going back to the dormitory to sleep, and I don't care if it will 'disturb my sleeping roommate'."

"Ah, five points from Slytherin, Mr. Gretel, for refusing to obediently go to bed with the prefect in his dormitory."

"Don't be naive, Draco."

Without looking back, Scorpius walked up the stairs leading to the dormitory with firm steps.

……

It was Christmas Day three days after that memorable late-night session on "Soul Contract."

This year's Christmas is very special. If you count it carefully, it seems to be the second large-scale Christmas dinner at Hogwarts after the Triwizard Tournament in Scorpius' second year—and this time, although Beauxbatons was missing and Durmstrang, but the entire Hogwarts school was left behind.

People were surprised by this notification, but Draco just sat in his seat calmly, raised his eyebrows, and said calmly: "It's obvious that there is a mess outside now, and the Hogwarts Express is no longer It's safe."

Dumbledore could not risk exposing groups of students to Hogwarts' ancient protective spells.

However, obviously, except for Draco and a few people, most people didn't think about this - the gunpowder smoke outside seemed to have nothing to do with them, and the number of people who were chasing and fighting in the corridor every day and being deducted points did not decrease at all .

Dumbledore spent a lot of Galleons preparing for this dinner, and the auditorium even moved in early on, as well as an unknown plant with transparent lantern-shaped fruits. The sap was flowing, and the fruits looked alluring.If you look carefully during dinner, you will find that there are night elves living among the plants. Their appearance is not the same as that of the beautiful elves - although they are also human, they have black skin, pointed ears and tusks.

Dumbledore announced on the night before Christmas that there would be an opening dance led by the prefects as usual this year. Most of the juniors who didn't have the opportunity to attend the dance during the Triwizard Tournament were very excited about the school's decision. Fuck--it even watered down their regret of not being able to go home for the Christmas holidays.

When the old principal announced the news, Scorpius was reaching out and picking a reddish fruit from the plant behind him and stuffing it into his mouth.

"It's so sour." Amid the cheers, the fourth-year Slytherin frowned slightly.

A pale and slender hand reached out, unceremoniously taking away the bitten fruit.

"Are you young? Put everything in your mouth." Prince Slytherin's flat voice sounded in Scorpius' ears.

"I asked Neville." Scorpius raised his eyebrows and pointed to the fruit in Draco's hand, "He said that this is a practical fruit, if it is ripe, it will be crisp and sweet, and still have a lot of water ——To prove his words, he even ate one in front of me."

"You should be ashamed of yourself for running to ask Longbottom anything, instead of trying to argue with me here." Draco sneered, pulling out his wand and disposing of the fruit in his hand.When the transparent fruit disappeared in his hand, he put the wand back into the wand clip on his waist in an orderly manner.

Scorpius raised his eyebrows: "Neville's herbalism is the best in the school."

"You said it yourself, 'herbalism', not 'botany'."

Draco put down the fork he had just picked up in his hand, and turned around—this was a sign that he decided to get serious. Obviously, Scorpius touched his bottom line on the topic of "study grades": "School grades The first one was me."

"Oh, yes, the seventh-year seniors are looking at you and smiling, Draco."

"Even if you changed my end-of-semester exam papers to seventh grade ones without notifying me at all," Draco said solemnly, "believe me, I'm still number one."

"There is no doubt about it, Your Highness!" A seventh-grade boy whistled at the dining table and said with a smile.

Draco shot Scorpius a lazy smug look before resuming his dinner contentedly.The latter made a grimace, pulled away the seat next to him, and sat down next to him.

"If I were you, I'd stay away from that Longbottom." Draco said without looking up as he sliced ​​his own steak.

"Just a Gryffindor."

Prince Slytherin's men paused, frowned, and said hesitantly: "Obviously..."

"Obviously?" Scorpius asked.

"No, it's nothing." Putting down the fork, he replied blankly, "It's just that staying with that kind of person for a long time will lower your IQ. It's not much left, isn't it?"

Scorpius: "..."

After a while, when Scorpius finished his steak and began to enjoy his beef and mash pie, Draco's voice sounded again... sounding hesitant this time: "Speaking of which, this year's opening dance..."

"Don't even think about it."

"I haven't said that I want to invite you, Gills."

"Oh, that's great." Scorpius snorted and said mockingly, "It's better like this, don't invite others carelessly, anyone, anyway, I will definitely refuse to accompany you at the opening dance a shame."

"Disgraceful?" Draco sneered. "It's an honor waiting for Weasley to invite you, isn't it? If you weren't busy stealing the fruit for decoration while Dumbledore's attention was on the announcement , you should even notice how many people have their eyes on the Slytherins when it comes to 'prefects' and 'opening dance'."

"Maybe they're just worried about what to do if Slytherin loses a prefect." Scorpius still couldn't understand why Draco was so obsessed with a fruit.

"My focus is on Weasley."

"...I can't grasp the point of this." Scorpius said helplessly, "I thought you were just showing off that you are popular, oh my god, is Luna looking at you? That Ravenclaw— —”

"Will you promise Weasley an opening dance with him?"

"Stop it, Draco."

"can you?"

"No! Why should I?!"

"very good."

"..."

"Ah, of course I know you won't, I just want to hear you say that with my own ears."

"..."

"...Then, what about Longbottom?"

"..."

"And Potter, it's also possible that because of the embarrassment and loss of fun with you two years ago-"

"Shall I give you a list of all the students at Hogwarts, Draco, so you can read them all and ask them one by one."

"It's a sign of caring about you."

"...Don't talk to me anymore, just let me die, thank you."——