[HP] Noble

Pairing: DM/SG

Level: NC-17

Timeline: In the summer immediately after the finale, Draco returns to Hogwarts as a professor, and Scorpius becomes a fifth year student and prefect.

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【Draco, you can't control me forever! 】

【Of course I can. 】

[I will become a prefect! 】

[My silly boy, when you became a prefect, I was the chairman of the Boys' Student Union.When you become the chairman of the Boys' Student Council, don't worry, even if this is the case, I can still be one level higher than you. 】In the fifth grade, in the year when the final battle ended, Draco successfully graduated from Hogwarts as an outstanding graduate. At the same time, Scorpius also received his prefect badge during the summer vacation— —the shiny, antique, prefect badge that Draco once wore on his chest!

Look, I knew Dumbledore still had eyes!I'm a prefect, and you're out of school, and you can't have me anymore, Draco.

——In the letters sent to the distant England, Scorpius showed off so arrogantly.

However, this time, for Scorpius' showing off, the other party's reaction was very flat, and the reply came very quickly. He couldn't even control his crazy heartbeat when he read the family's waxed letters. However, when he opened the letters, he found that on the expensive parchment with Draco's special smell, there was only a simple A few words——

"Congratulations," and "Let's see."

Scorpius was dumbfounded.

Under the moonlight, the black-haired boy turned the letter over and over, almost burning it with a fire, but he still didn't find any mystery anywhere. After tossing and tossing for more than ten minutes, he compromised, Opening the drawer, shoving this letter into the pile of letters belonging to the same person, Scorpius turned off the light—

Outside the window, the starry sky is twinkling, and tomorrow will of course be a sunny day.

"Oh, tsk tsk, look, the succinct Draco—what could be more charming than this? I feel a sense of uneasiness coming to me," Scorpius stared at on the soft big bed Looking out of the window, he suddenly shivered and muttered to himself with a sad face, "Merlin's socks, I hope this is my illusion... Well, I hope."

……

Two months later, at Hogwarts' opening dinner.

When the slender and elegant figure appeared behind the gate of the Hogwarts auditorium, the entire auditorium was plunged into unprecedented cheers and screams, and the enthusiastic applause almost shook the roof of the newly built auditorium. Overturned again, Dumbledore stood on the podium, and tried to interrupt countless times but failed-of course, now no one cares whether the poor old man has anything to say, all the students (Girls) only cared about-

"We actually got another war hero as a professor! Ha!!"

"Oh, did you see his hair, man, he looks better in person than in the Daily Prophet!"

"Hey! Hey! Hey!! It's Malfoy - God, I heard from my Slytherin cousin that he was as good as the Boy Who Lived in the final battle!"

"Oh my God, I think he's even more handsome than when I saw him at the Ministry over the summer."

When the whole auditorium was cheering, Scorpius sat on the bench like a statue. Of course he knew that he seemed so out of place at this moment, but no matter how hard he tried to move the corners of his lips, he wanted to He showed a smile that was probably uglier than crying, but the result of such hard work was that the complacency that was still on his face a second ago finally shattered to the ground.

The handsome Prince of Slytherin... Oh no, to be precise, His Majesty the handsome King of Slytherin, at this moment, he is stepping gracefully on the long thick carpet, just like he is used to , accepting everyone's praise as a matter of course—this is Draco, the difference between him and Potter is that, in those silver-gray pupils, you will never see shyness or embarrassment .

Scorpius stared at Draco's dragon boots stepping on the carpet step by step, his eyes went up, the brand new robes tailored in Italy, and then his too pale but perfectly curved jaw line, and up—

Unexpectedly, the black-haired boy completely fell into a pair of indifferent silver-gray pupils.

Under the eyes of everyone, across the long Ravenclaw table, there were three rows of students, Draco gave Scorpius a serious peripheral vision——

What an honor! ! !

He actually gave me a peripheral vision! ! ! ! !

Should I thank the Lord Ron! ! ! !

This time, what the hell, wait and see——

This "waiting" is really worth the fare.

When Draco walked to the teacher's seat, lifted up his robe and sat down, the crazy girls probably finally realized that they had to catch their breath besides screaming, the commotion in the auditorium was finally under control a little bit, and they stood on the podium to be dried The old principal, who had been waiting for a long time, finally found a chance to regain his sovereignty. This time, he even had to use a Sonorus spell on himself. The old man stood on the podium, smiling, with blue eyes behind the half-moon eyes It became a small hook: "Ah... Thank you, thank you for your warm welcome. When I learned that Mr. Malfoy accepted my invitation letter to be a teacher, I have to say, I was also very surprised--"

"—Scorpius, I bet Malfoy came back to Hogwarts just to watch you."

The arm was poked by the elbow of the fifth grade boy beside him. Scorpius turned his head and watched the boy sitting next to him lower his voice and approach him like a thief. He quickly raised his eyelids and glanced at the teacher's seat. At this moment, His Majesty King Slytherin was propping his chin with one hand, looking lazy, playing with a crystal goblet in his hand absently, the black-haired Slytherin boy shivered, and twitched his lips: "Don't Nonsense, I'm not a wanted criminal, so there's nothing to 'look at'."

"Oh my god, you are not an honest guy, who just said that you are looking for a second--huh?"

Half of the words were forcibly blocked in his throat, the poor boy stared innocently, his eyes rolled quickly in his sockets, Scorpius gave him a warning look to signal him to shut up quickly, and then grinned and said Take your hand from the opponent's mouth.

But it seems to be too late.

Feeling very clearly that there was a sharp gaze shot from the teacher's table to the back of his head, Scorpius turned his neck stiffly, and gave a slap to Professor Malfoy who was sitting there and looked at him blankly. Smiling reluctantly, and clumsily raising his hand, he hammered his chest——

This action fully expresses the protagonist's great joy for Draco's return.

This was Scorpius' fifth year at Hogwarts - it was the first time he'd felt that a start-of-term dinner could be so unpalatable when he was starving.

However, it is clear that this is only the beginning.

After the dinner, the students of other colleges returned to their common room under the leadership of the prefects of their own colleges. According to common sense, after they got their schedules for the next whole semester, they should Going back to the dormitory that was tidied up by the house elves early on, and having a good night's sleep——

But for Slytherin, this is just the beginning.

After the last war, the renovated Slytherin common room was restored exactly as it was when most of the students last saw it. The Slytherin cellar at the bottom of the lake was still damp all year round. The walls of the corridor are always covered with a thin layer of water mist. When the blessings of the four founders returned to Hogwarts, the ever-burning lamps on the walls were lit up again, and the yellow light swayed, distracting the students The shadow stretched long——

"Follow me, the first-year students," Scorpius emphasized listlessly, "don't look around, oh, look to your left, the scenic spot we are passing now... no, the one we are passing now This door is the office of the head of Slytherin. According to common sense, if you have any trouble with your studies, you can come here and knock on this door—"

Scorpius paused, and when the little first-year girls behind him were excitedly discussing with each other "Will Professor Malfoy be in there", the black-haired Slytherin boy raised his eyebrows and spoke at a volume that only he could hear Complete what you just said: "...But I sincerely advise you, it's best not to."

Professor Snape or Professor Malfoy, as to which of them would be worse off, Scorpius said...he didn't know, and didn't want to know at all.

Scorpius shrank his neck, and was about to urge the first-year kid behind him to quicken his pace, when suddenly, he heard a series of footsteps from the end of the corridor——

The frequency is fast, but there is no sense of rush.

"Professor Malfoy, good night!"

Among the first-year kid behind him, some girl couldn't help but yelled, Scorpius' face froze, and he poked his head out at the end of the crowd——

Sure enough, he saw Draco rushing towards this side... In just one summer vacation, his Slytherin prince seemed to have grown a lot taller, and at this moment he seemed to be a real man , Elegant and confident, hair soft and meticulous, every strand of hair stays where it should be, and as Draco moves, those hairs vibrate slightly naturally.The hawthorn wand was hung around his waist in an exquisite wand case specially designed for Oro, and the well-crafted robe was raised behind his slender figure, rolling into black waves in the air.

When Scorpius came back to his senses, Draco was already standing in front of him.

Looking up at the tall nose bridge and long eyelashes, the black-haired Slytherin subconsciously twitched his lips.

And the former turned around without haste, smiled slightly, slowly, prolonging the end of each word as he was used to, and said softly: "Good night, Mr. Great."

Scorpius: "..."

There was no response, and seeing the familiar blank face of the other party, a faint smile appeared in the corner of Draco's eyes, but his face was still meticulously serious: "It seems that our Mr. Prefect needs to improve his etiquette. Floors."

Scorpius: "..."

Alright, fine, count on you, Draco.

"Good night, Malfoy...Professor." The black-haired Slytherin boy gritted his back teeth, and withdrew a smile that was uglier than crying, then turned around, almost angrily urging the kid behind to move faster .

Then he turned and walked side by side with Draco towards the Slytherin common room.

"You're scaring them." Draco said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Oh come on," let out a long breath, and Scorpius, who had been restless all night, felt relieved now, scratched his head and muttered in a volume that only the two of them could hear, "You should You really weren't much more polite than me when you were a prefect, Draco."

Under the candlelight, the smile on the corner of Prince Slytherin's lips became clearer: "I found that I like to hear you call me 'Professor Malfoy'."

"Please, don't rush to act like a pervert."

They stopped in front of the gate of the Slytherin common room, and Draco lowered his head slightly, watching the black-haired Slytherin boy standing beside him, telling the new students the password word by word, At the same time, with the hissing and sliding of the two snakes on the doorknob, the door to the Slytherin common room slowly opened—covered by his robe, Professor Malfoy raised his hand, and his slender and neatly trimmed fingertips were on his Swipe across the back of the prefect's hand, very quickly, and when Scorpius shuddered and jerked his head up to stare at him, Draco turned and—

At this moment, his face regained the arrogance and elegance that first appeared in front of everyone.

"Okay, first-year freshmen, from now on, I ask you to keep quiet. Now I will start to arrange short-term protection for the senior students one by one. In the next two months, they will become Your 'guides', their choices, there is no doubt, their orders, just carry out - remember the Slytherin rules of survival, don't make mistakes - well, now the ones whose names I read come to the front, eh Elgar Roger!—”