[HP] Noble

"Draco, your protection team is too strange."

"No, it's not surprising at all, shut up."

"Why are men and women matched? Are you encouraging them to fall in love? Oh, no, Draco, tell me, when did you get caught by Blaise?"

"Because I like that, there's nothing to explain, shut up."

"but……"

"I am the Head of Slytherin, and now—you should go to bed, Mr. Prefect!"

"I doubt whether the House Cup will be in the head Slytherin's office next year under your leadership."

"Yes, and it will always be there," said the head of Slytherin, gracefully tilting his chin, looking at people through his nostrils, sitting with his legs crossed on the couch in the common room closest to the fire - oh, To emphasize, this is the Dean's favorite position as a student, "If anyone dares to take it from my office, I will put a permanent bonding charm on its base."

Scorpius: "..."

In either case, Scorpius couldn't believe that he would start to miss their Professor Snape on the first night of school-although the professor is a bit fierce, at least he won't try to use A botched permanent gluing spell glued the house mug to his desk.

"Little Mr. Gretel, as a prefect, you just need to follow the rules and cooperate with me honestly." Sitting on the sofa, Draco looked at the helpless black-haired Slytherin sitting opposite him, His eyes flicked across his lips, and after thinking for a while, an unknown light flashed through those beautiful silver-gray pupils, and His Majesty the King of Slytherin added confidently, "And to satisfy me Everything you ask for."

To this, Scorpius did not respond at all, but raised his hand and yawned, waved the list of the protection team in his hand, and glanced listlessly at the dean sitting opposite him: "Don't think about it, the last sentence is added by yourself." Go up—I'm not a first-year brat anymore, Draco."

At this time, there was no one in the common room, only the fire that was about to burn here for the whole night was still beating vigorously. The flame licked the dry firewood and made a crackling sound. On half of Scorpius' face, when he lowered his eyes slightly, the shadow of the eyelashes stretched very long on his face, Draco quietly looked at the appearance of the black-haired Slytherin, and his heart moved ——

And Scorpius knew nothing about it.

Until from above his head, a hand with Draco's special aura came over, and rubbed the side of his face with the back of his hand, Scorpius raised his head with a blink, Draco grabbed him and pulled him Pull yourself up and sit down—

Scorpius' heart skipped a beat when Draco's breath completely surrounded him, and he sat on Draco's lap, unable to believe what they were talking about - if anyone was disobedient The student lying in bed and unable to sleep suddenly wanted to take an illegal night out on the first night of school, when he sneaked out of the room, he might encounter the first orgasm of the night——

He'll see his dean and prefects huddled on the couch, and at this moment, his dean is crushing his prefect like a complete satyr, who's all in On the sofa, the person pressing on it squeezed his jaw with one hand and forced him to open his teeth, accepting his flexible tongue wrapped around his...

"Little Mr. Gretel, you are forbidden to sit near the fire from now on."

"Why, why?" Scorpius raised his neck, a little panting.

"There is no reason, if you insist on sitting there, I will have the whole sofa removed." Draco raised his body slightly, and opened the distance between the two of them. At this moment, the platinum noble looked very serious, at least he was definitely not joking, and at this moment, his hand dishonestly lifted off the jacket of Scorpius' school uniform and got into his shirt inside--

The slightly cold touch of Draco's hand made Scorpius tremble suddenly, and he stretched out his hand and pressed the paws on his chest. He lay on the sofa and looked at Draco from bottom to top: "Now we have two options - option A, continue to discuss this damn weird unscientific protection group pairing list, option B, you go back to your office, I go to my dormitory, and sleep."

"Although I don't know what encouraged you...you actually said foul words to your dean," Draco raised the corners of his lips and smiled in a low voice. When he did so, his whole chest trembled slightly, "To be a good Slytherin, the first thing you have to learn is grace - and you're in fifth year, and you're still asking me to remind you of that."

Scorpius was expressionless: "It seems that you don't plan to choose."

Draco raised an eyebrow, the answer was obvious.

Scorpius rolled his eyes, pushed Draco away and sat up, and slapped the parchment in his hand on Draco's chest: "The protection group is very important for freshmen."

"It's actually not that important," Draco lazily twisted the parchment from his chest, "Potter and I have already graduated, and Potter's father is lying in the grave in the High Cone Valley , and Professor Snape has left Hogwarts and retired to live happily with Sirius Black—the ten thousand years of conflict between Slytherin and Gryffindor has come to an end, boy."

Scorpius: "..."

Salazar Slytherin might be dug from his grave if he heard this.

"What's more, with me here," His Majesty King Slytherin raised his eyebrows, and glanced at the worried black-haired Slytherin, "Unless he feels that life is too ordinary, who would dare to touch my student?" hair, try it."

"...you are already a professor, Draco," Scorpius clutched his chest, expressing a little unacceptable, "you can no longer jump up and down with Gryffindor students in the corridor like you did back then Wand-waving and blatantly dueling in violation of school rules."

Draco pulled Scorpius over, and quickly pecked at the corner of the latter's lips: "But I can deduct points for their papers, lock them up, and punish them for detention."

"..."

Oh, yes, I almost forgot-protecting weaknesses, that's Slytherin's traditional strength.

"Don't be so serious, Scorpius," Draco smiled gracefully, "We started with the protection team."

"Yes, that's to the point." Scorpius nodded, expressing that he hadn't forgotten how the person in front of him was mean to him back then, with a sarcastic expression on his face, "If Professor Snape was okay with you then Well, the two of us are now the relationship between passerby A and passerby B."

kindness?

Draco raised an eyebrow, grabbed the list he had thrown aside and glanced at——

Then he realized that it seemed to be true.

"There are also several combinations of boys and boys." The platinum nobleman vaguely pointed to the end of the list.

"Obviously," Scorpius pointed at him mercilessly, "it's because there aren't enough girls."

Draco tossed the list aside and slumped back on the sofa with a slight headache. He had to admit that he might have gone a little too far tonight... When you graduate and then come back to your school the following year as a professor Alma mater, a new perspective will make you find that everything you were familiar with seems to be more interesting...

At this moment, Draco was lying on Scorpius' lap, his soft platinum blonde hair spread out, exposing his exquisite features to Scorpius' eyes - the black-haired Slytherin lowered He glanced at his head, and then immediately raised his head and moved his eyes away... Now he has to admit that Draco has a perfect skin with absolutely 360 degrees and no dead ends.

"Here, Draco, speaking of this, I don't think I've ever heard you mention who your 'guide' is."

Slightly taken aback, Draco raised his hand and squeezed Scorpius' jaw: "Didn't I mention it?"

Scorpius slapped his hands away.

Draco thought for a while, his usually sharp silver-gray pupils softened completely at this moment, he seemed to be caught in a certain memory, after a moment of silence, he raised his eyes and lowered his head expectantly Looking at his black-haired Slytherin, his eyes flickered, and then he moved his eyes away: "I don't remember."

Even the idiot could see that something must be wrong.

Scorpius held Dean Slytherin's head in both hands, turned him upright and looked at him, raising his eyebrows: "Lie."

"When I was in the third grade, he changed schools and left. He may have gone to Durmstrang, or he may have gone to other places. We have not contacted." Draco frowned, sat up, and rarely showed displeasure on his face. Impatient mood, "I can't remember his name, and his appearance is even more..."

Draco turned his head subconsciously, and when he glanced at Scorpius, he suddenly paused.

Scorpius: "?"

"Thinking about it this way," Draco leaned over, pinched the black-haired Slytherin's chin and dragged it towards himself, "he looks quite similar to you?"

Like him?

A person whose name Draco can't remember and even whose appearance is blurred in his memory, like a blurred image in a mirror, this person may not even exist at all... Does this person still look like him?Scorpius felt his hair stand on end, he stood up, and subconsciously moved closer to the stove: "Is this why you don't want to mention it?"

"No, it's not." Draco recovered from the moment of stupefaction, he frowned slightly, "I didn't have any unpleasant things with him."

Well, this sentence...

Enough ambiguous.

Scorpius approached Draco: "First love?"

Draco squinted at him and pushed his face away: "Go away."

"Guess right." Scorpius pulled his face down, "Are you actually staying with me because I look like your first love?"

"Merlin's socks, a few years ago you were a swollen bun," Draco lowered his voice, "Who knows what you will look like a few years from now!"

Scorpius pointed to his face, and snatched back the parchment beside Draco: "It looks like this!"

After finishing speaking, the Slytherin prefect turned his head and rushed back to his independent prefect dormitory without looking back.

Draco looked at his background in a daze for a moment, but couldn't figure out what was wrong with him for a long time. He stood up and followed behind him, but unexpectedly saw the dormitory door slamming firmly on his face ——

Draco frowned, pulled out his wand and knocked on the door lock, only to find that the previous spell no longer worked - obviously, when someone had already obtained the right to use this bedroom, he couldn't wait to see it because of some kind of witness Unknowingly modifying the door lock, Draco kicked his wand back into his pocket without even thinking about it, and slapped the door twice with his hands: "How dare you slam your door in front of your dean!"

"How dare I throw it in your face!" came Scorpius' voice from inside. "If you weren't walking too slowly!"

"Damn it!"

"I think so too!" Scorpius replied lazily, leaning against the door across the door from Draco, "Before you give me a complete answer, we need to keep a safe distance and calm each other down, Mal Professor Fu."

"What complete answer?"

Scorpius: "It doesn't matter if you find out your name, appearance, family, and eighteen generations of ancestors."

Draco took a deep breath, and said, "I really don't remember!"

"Then continue to keep a safe distance, good night, Professor Malfoy."

"Damn! Scorpius Great, open the door!"

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