[HP] Noble

Dear Big Brother:

Spread the letter good.

Are you pregnant?I'm pregnant.

Are you still alive?You are still alive.

Didn't grandpa try to kill you?Grandpa must want to kill you.

Hurry up and tell me how you survived, survival guide.

always love you scorpius

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Borrowing Draco's falcon, Scorpius sent the letter immediately.When the falcon flapped its wings against the wind and snow and disappeared into the night sky, the head of Slytherin's office was very quiet at this moment, only the crackling of the firewood and Draco's quill on the sheepskin could be heard. The pleasant sound of brushing when sketching on paper.

Standing at the desk and watching for a while, the fifth-year Slytherin rubbed his belly, moved a chair and sat down next to his headmaster.

He tilted his head, and then realized that Draco was not grading homework, but more like writing some report—the parchment paper was not the cheap letter paper that Hogwarts uniformly distributed, and there was a paper on the bottom of the very delicate letter paper. The coat of arms of House Malfoy was clearly engraved with golden ink pad.

"What is it?" Scorpius leaned his head over, and Flying Courier took a look, "You are applying for the path of Floo powder? ... Well, it actually went to China?" I have to say that the fifth grade Slytherin has some Surprise, if the Floo Network can be approved to open, then it will be much more convenient for him to go back to China in the future, at least he will not need to use Muggle transportation, which can save a lot of money (...).

The platinum nobleman behind the table raised his eyelids, glanced at him, responded in a low voice, and then said, "Even if you don't use it for you, your children will probably use it in the future."

Scorpius raised his head, looked at Draco blankly, and blinked: "What are you going to do in China?"

"I promise Mrs. Gretel," she stretched out her hand and pinched the face of the fifth-grade Slytherin. A smile appeared on the perfect and beautiful face of the head of Slytherin. Gewarz learned Chinese magic before they reached the age of formal schooling, and after graduation, they performed their duties."

"All?" Scorpius paused, "I noticed you used plural."

"Your English has improved a lot over the years."

"At least not at the elementary school level—you told my mother? You told her!" Scorpius said with wide eyes, in disbelief, "She actually agreed? Didn't you beat you up?! "

"No." Draco looked at Scorpius with some regret, "It seems that my image has been created very successfully. In fact, Mrs. Great is not even surprised at all-suggesting that I, when you are not paying attention, She's the one who put the birth potion in your milk tea...you have a wonderful mother, boy, and she knows you very well."

"..." Know me?Will you be choked if you eat something?

Turning around, after hesitating for a while, the platinum nobleman picked up his quill again, and quickly wrote a few sentences on the parchment in front of him. After a full stop, he paused, without moving his head He said emphatically, "You'd better write a letter to Mrs. Great and tell him the good news."

Scorpius: "This is not good news! I'm a man! Then I got pregnant!"

"Hush," said the current head of Slytherin with a smile, pursing the corners of his lips, "does the whole school you want to yell know?—you must write to her, my boy, the deal is done, although his The name will also be locked into Gringotts in the succession papers for the Malfoy family estate, but our first child will be named 'Wen' and I'm not good at picking a perfect Chinese name."

Scorpius opened his mouth wide, staring at Draco.

The latter seemed a little proud: "Obviously, as a professor, I have a lot of time to participate in some... oh, things you don't need to know for the time being."

"I don't need to know for the time being?" Scorpius stared, "Is the child in your belly now, is it?"

"So you know now." Draco patted the head of the snorting fifth-year Slytherin good-naturedly, "Listen to me, write a letter to Mrs. Great, tell her the good news, and return Go to your dorm, it's almost curfew."

Speaking of the dormitory, Scorpius remembered a serious problem.

He moved the chair back, out of the reach of Draco, and licked his somewhat dry lower lip. When the words came to his mouth, Scorpius found it suddenly difficult to say——

"Listen, Draco," he hesitated for a moment, and said with some difficulty, "you can't expect me to go to class every day with a full belly—don't think about it, no, I don't want to be surrounded by people."

"You can hire a tutor. You won't delay your graduation because of this. In fact, I will watch you and won't let you relax your studies because of this."

"Well," Scorpius muttered, "well then..."

Later, Scorpius received a reply from Wenxin.To be precise, Scorpius guessed that it should be Wenxin's reply letter, because there was no inscription, no format, and only four big characters—the child's surname was Wen.

Scorpius: "..."

……

one year later.

The entrance to the obstetrics department of St. Mungo's Hospital.

Scorpius on the stretcher: "...Draco, can I ask you something?"

Draco: "..."

Scorpius on the Stretcher: "Don't look so pale, and then at least remember to act a little better than Sirius later on... er, and, you're making me a little nervous... Listen, it's just a cutting spell an adapted version of it, and then they can take your son out of my father's stomach, and then a simple sewing charm—every third year kid at Hogwarts can do it."

The therapist wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Of course, Mr. Gretel, very accurate analysis."

Draco: "You both shut up."

Scorpius: "..."

therapist:"……"

Stretching out his hand, he patted the arm of the platinum noble holding the stretcher cart tightly, and the black-haired Slytherin hooked the corner of his lips: "Let go, Draco, I'm going in - hurry up, come and wish me a successful unloading .”

So in front of many family members, the two Slytherins exchanged an unprecedented deep kiss.

Before Scorpius was sent to the delivery room, someone in the family group pulled the therapist and said something that made the therapist feel very stressed... oh well, he didn't say anything, just followed his habit He raised his chin slightly as he did, and with the silver snake staff in his hand gleaming, Lucius Malfoy said lazily, "That's the heir of the Malfoy family."

The bloodied therapist said he wished he hadn't gotten out of bed this morning.

"Threats don't work, Lucius." Mrs. Malfoy said slightly reproachfully, pulling her husband over, "Look at Kyle Grace, he didn't say anything - oh well, Kyle Grace ,How are you?"

Lucius touched the snake head stick, glanced at his compatriots around him, and couldn't help showing a mocking face: "Look, he's just too nervous to say a word."

"Shut up, gentlemen," said Mrs. Great, still smiling, "Come and sit down here, Lucius, I heard the process is quick. Severus said, judging by Scorpius' restless physique , should be much smoother than he was back then—and you, Draco, even if you stand there all the time, you can't go in and help him give birth together."

By the door of the delivery room, the platinum noble who was called by his name stood motionless by the delivery room. He pricked up his ears and listened to every movement inside with a serious expression—he was like everyone in Hogwarts standing at the door of the office. Like a statue, from the figure to the complexion, Lucius was a little surprised and found it interesting——

In fact, he had never seen his son panic like this—yes, among all the people present, he was the only one who saw Draco's gaffe. When everyone thought they were about to have a rare and calm father, Only Lucius knew that in fact his son was going crazy with anxiety.

Just like him back then.

The healers rushed in and out to the potion storage room next door to get the potions they needed. After all, the skills of wizards to give birth are still not so mature. During the process, there may be countless possibilities, and the doors that are constantly opening and closing , quietly, as if nothing happened——

Mrs. Great held her husband's hand: "Oh, I can guarantee that when I gave birth to little Scorpius, it was definitely not so quiet."

"You can't expect our son to scream like a woman," Mr. Gretel held his wife's hand, although his face was also not so good-looking, "wait, it's coming out soon—it's almost over -"

However, at this moment Draco felt as if he had traveled to another world.

His mind went blank, he could hear voices around him, but found himself unable to think at all.

When the silver-gray pupils fell on the hands of the therapist who came out of the delivery room, the bright red blood on the sterile gloves made his pupils shrink, almost becoming a point.

His brain has lost its normal functioning function, so damn calm!Calm the hell!The Platinum Noble can only keep telling himself that there will be blood in the production process, it is inevitable-of course he knows it, of course he knows it.

In the delivery room, the therapists' whispered discussions and thoughts almost became the temptation of the devil. It seemed to be beckoning to Draco, making him ignore all the rules and rush in to take his lover from a dangerous place. Pull it back, hold it away——

Until a cry of a baby reached everyone's ears.

Powerful, loud and full of life.

Outside the window, midnight fell, almost accompanied by the bitter sound of this life, the first heavy snow of this year floated in the sky.

"Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy. A very very healthy and beautiful boy, just like the test results of the charm."

"..."

Draco took a deep breath, and the warm breath froze in the cold air, forming a cloud of hazy white mist.

The sound of high-heeled shoes walking along with Mrs. Gretel's faint words with a smile seemed to come from a very, very far place——

"Auspicious snow heralds a good year, and the giant spirit is big, with high palms and far feet. Let the child be named Zhaoyuan, Wen Zhaoyuan."

Wen Zhaoyuan?

Standing at the door, watching everything busy in the delivery room, a smile finally appeared on the beautiful face of the young man with platinum hair.

It's a good name.

their son.

【Postscript】

Two years later, they had their second daughter, Heliana Great.

When the second girl was two years old, the third son Uranus Malfoy was born.

The family lived happily ever after (…).

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Slytherin lounge.

"With Gryffindor already without Potter, with such a big difference in a game, I can assume that when you go to the stadium after breakfast, you forget your brains on the table? Or are you rare? Feeling sympathetic and planning to hand over the House Cup to Gryffindor?"

The faint voice of the new great Slytherin head echoed in the Slytherin lounge, and there was no emotion, but the members of the Quidditch team opposite the head head shivered.

Scorpius clearly saw the expression on the face of the comrade captain standing at the front, wishing that there would be a crack in the ground in front of him for him to crawl in.

The fifth-year Slytherin prefect, who was rarely sympathetic, touched his nose and said kindly: "Then let's have more training at 3 o'clock this Sunday afternoon, Captain Custer, and I will accompany you as a training partner."

Hogwarts was shrouded in thin mist in the early morning, and the castle on Saturday hadn't woken up from its deep sleep, everything was quiet and peaceful.

Quidditch pitch.

The fifth-year Slytherin prefect was dangling slowly on his broom, muttering under his breath, "Oh, flying is the subject I've hated the most since first year—"

Leaning behind him, Professor Malfoy, riding elegantly on the blooming broomstick, snorted contemptuously: "I've known since I was 3 years old not to promise bad things, boy, and obviously You haven't gotten over your self-confidence so far."

"—and the subject I hate the most now is potions," Scorpius continued dryly, "I'm just trying to do my duty as a prefect, Draco. And if you remember your promise, you should Move your noble ass and give me some advice instead of flying behind... No matter how rotten I fly, I can't fall."

"I sincerely doubt it, boy, come here and sit on my broom." Draco moved back tolerantly.

"Oh, this doesn't feel good." After sitting on Draco's broom, Scorpius felt the man's hand holding his waist, and the heat quickly passed through the thin summer shirt to the skin , The familiar breath behind him enveloped him. "It reminds me of learning to bike as a kid."

"Don't confuse my broom with those low-level Muggle things, Mr. Gretel. Now lean forward and speed up slowly, yes, speed up, you can't fall."

"How well you fly is definitely related to the broom, Draco. I can fly very well with your broom." The fifth-year Slytherin flew around the field a few times under Draco's guidance, and gradually became bolder. , leaning forward to prepare for a little more speed.

Draco snorted perfunctorily behind him.The man's attention is diverted somewhere - Scorpius' body position, so that the shape of his beautiful buttocks is clearly outlined by the thin summer trousers, forming a sexy and seductive shape.

With a satisfied grunt from his throat, Draco's hand slid down from his waist, resting on the position of his acupoint and rubbing gently.

"Hey! Take your hands away!" Scorpius stiffened suddenly, and slammed on the brakes, stopping the broom.

"Keep flying." Draco patted the bottom of the fifth-year Slytherin. "Don't make me repeat it a second time, Mr. Gretel."

The man squeezed Scorpius' ass impatiently, and said with his cold lips tightly against the ear of the fifth grade Slytherin. At the end, he lightly bit Scorpius' ear as if punishing him, and then gently He put Scorpius' earlobe in his mouth, licking and biting repeatedly.

Scorpius felt as if he was being scorched by a flame, and the heat spread from his ears to his whole body.Draco's low and seductive voice seemed to mess up his brain, making him do it in a daze, leaning over and sticking his ass, flying around the Quidditch field again.

Draco's mouth curled up in a silent, satisfied smile.He took out his wand with his right hand, and a silent splitting spell split the boy's pants just right, making the fifth grade Slytherin's ass suddenly chill.

"Oh no—" Scorpius arched his body reflexively, and the exclamation he was about to say was blocked in his throat by Draco's bold movements.He felt the man's slender fingers dig into his back hole, stirring gently.

"Relax." Draco snorted impatiently, his left hand slapped the fifth-year Slytherin's ass humiliatingly, but his right hand unambiguously penetrated the second finger, and opened up the boy's back hole with.

When the man's finger touched a certain point in Scorpius' body, the boy groaned suddenly, the broom stopped, and then a kitten-like whimper sounded from his throat.Draco hooked the corner of his mouth, and the fingers inside the boy began to attack that point violently.Scorpius let out a small whimper, which was even mixed with sobs. His whole body was weak, and he could hardly hold the broom with his hands.

"Ugh, I'm done Draco... oh, stop and let me go down..."

"No need. Come on, good boy, lean on me and turn around." Draco pulled out the two fingers that were buried in Scorpius and stirred, and held the broom with his right hand, and held Scorpius with his left hand to help him turn over He let the boy lie on the broom, then untied the belt, took out the other's and his own oversized stuff and rubbed them together.

Scorpius actively put his hands around the man's neck and his legs around the man's waist.The pink and tender mouth of the back hole lost comfort, and it opened and closed slightly in the breeze.Feeling the thick thing on the other side, the boy subconsciously pushed his ass forward.

"Don't be in such a hurry." Draco said teasingly, holding the broom with his right hand, holding his own hard and thick body with his left hand, and slammed into the boy's body, then went around and lifted the boy's ass from the waist, mercilessly Controlling the opponent and starting to move, every blow is deeply buried in the boy's body.At the same time, the man's upper body leaned forward slightly and began to fly around the court.

The wind blew over Scorpius' body, and the exposed stimulus made every cell in the boy's body explode with tension and excitement.The pleasure quickly gathered from the toes to the top of the head, making the boy let out a scream with a crying voice, and the front shot out quickly, and the tender meat in the back hole tightly bit Draco's hard, making the man feel comfortable Sighed.

"So excited that you ejaculate from the back?" Draco smiled in a low and seductive voice, and suddenly hit the excitement in Scorpius' body repeatedly. The boy cried and screamed, The pussy after orgasm was extremely sensitive, and the strong stimulation made Scorpius erupt again in front of him.

"Oh, no... no more..." Scorpius sobbed, his back hole contracted, and the pleasure of the tender meat biting the kneading stick made Draco stab deeply, spraying the hot liquid on the into Scorpius.

"Merlin's beard," Scorpius gasped as he lay on the broom, "this is the correct flying instruction you promised me?! How can you let me ride a broom as a training partner calmly on Sunday!"

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The Moment of the Devil, Part [-], Volume [-]