[HP] Noble

When Draco said this, Hermione and Ron, who were not far away, had already rushed towards them—of course, they just rushed towards the only Gryffindor present... They hugged tightly Still trembling slightly now, Hermione let out a low sob as if terrified, while Hagrid stood there at a loss, the messy beard on his face somewhat concealing the expression on his face at this moment. flustered.

"I have to tell Dumbledore about this right away, oh yes, tell Dumbledore." The hunting ground administrator patted his forehead and said as if he had woken up suddenly.

But at this moment, Draco felt that he had had enough tonight, so he yawned. His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin shivered in the cold wind, his silver-gray pupils swept over and remained silent. The Gryffindor golden trio huddled together and kept crying. At this moment, Hermione was using her handkerchief to ask Harry to wipe off the dirt on his face. She tickled the corners of her lips mockingly, and Draco dragged on. The end sounded lazily and sarcastically: "We are very united now, but unfortunately they just ran away without a trace. Poor Potter, their care will always be reluctantly left to you only after confirming their own safety."

"Shut up, Malfoy," said Ron, looking exasperated, "we just thought Harry was following us - everyone was scared! You were screaming like a little girl if I heard you right Woolen cloth!"

Draco's face turned ugly, but it was clear that he was not in the mood to explain to Weasley something so profound about the resonance of dark wizards - in fact, even he himself was skeptical of this statement Attitude, at least in the nearly 12 years from his birth to today, he only heard adults occasionally mention this kind of thing in very few unreliable scenes——

The most memorable time was when his mother insisted on bringing him together with a distant cousin in France. The reason used at that time was "the resonance of the dark wizard brought you together".

Draco had always sneered at the notion ever since - because he'd never resonate with a seven-year-old idiot who spilled slop on his napkin while eating soup.

The undisguised contempt on Draco's face made Ron furious. Fortunately, Harry gave him a hand at this time, and gently told his companion that he was fine——

"Actually, in that case, I don't want you to stay with me. I can't let my friends get into any danger because of me." Harry said calmly.

His words made Hagrid look even more disturbed, and Hermione cried even more.

Draco seemed very happy with the result. He gathered his winter cloak and took a few steps outside, but at this moment he suddenly stopped walking... When Hagrid rustled When Harry, whose legs and feet were still a little weak, walked back on the ground, Delaro turned to look at the black-haired Slytherin who had been following him without saying a word. In the night wind, the silver-haired Slytherin prince His gray pupils looked unusually bright.

The weird silence around even made Ron, who was still concerned about Harry's headache, turned his head involuntarily. Under the worried eyes of the red-haired Gryffindor, Draco looked at Scorpius. Almost uncontrollably, he said the last thing Ron wanted to hear——

"Grete, how are you going to come over for Christmas?"

After Draco finished speaking, Ron Weasley rolled his eyes heavily from an angle that no one could see.

"What?" Scorpius didn't expect Draco to mention this suddenly, but asked inexplicably, "Why do you ask that?"

Draco made a look of impatience at his stupid question: "Obviously, Christmas is almost here, isn't it?"

"Yes?" Scorpius blinked.

"Oh, nothing else," Draco felt his neck hidden under the cloak heat up—in fact, it might be that he was allergic to the animal fur on the collar of the cloak this winter, and he frowned. Prince Raitering found himself having to make an effort to put on a tone of nonchalance, "Just wondering, if nothing else, I might be able to squeeze your name on the invitation to the Christmas Eve ball."

Scorpius: "Huh?"

"Oh, of course, don't get me wrong, it's not just you," Draco said, "I'll also invite Pansy, Blaise, Daphne, and Goyle and Crabbe..."

Draco looked at Scorpius calmly, as if what he said was true-except that in fact, only Draco knew that in the past 11 years, he would never be at his parents' party. Invite anyone to a formal ball.

Although most of the time these people would show up to him on time because of their parents - but - this was different - they would never have an invitation from Draco Malfoy in their hands.

Draco pursed his lips and looked at the black-haired Slytherin in front of him. At this moment, they had already hurried into the Hogwarts castle while they were talking. There were flickering candles in the dim corridor, and the portraits on both sides of the corridor The sleeping portraits made the two Slytherins subconsciously lower their voices, but Draco managed to walk his own way steadily in such a harsh environment while staring at Scorpius ——

Watch every change in his face.

What made Draco very unhappy was that he found that the other party did not agree to him in one breath. On the contrary, the face of the senior Slytherin beside him rarely showed a hesitant expression——

Scorpius originally planned to go back to the future to see it during the three days of the Christmas holiday, although these three days may only be a few short hours for the future world...

Except that's true for people living seven years later.

However, for Scorpius Great, his lover has been lying on that cold hospital bed for four full months.

——Scorpius swears that he has never been so entangled in his life like this moment, because whether he refuses or agrees, he will offend Draco. The only difference is that one of them is the current brat and the other is His Majesty the arrogant Slytherin King seven years later.

And after hesitating for a while, when Draco finally frowned impatiently again, Scorpius shook his head, and said slowly in an almost inaudible voice: "I'm sorry, Draco, I still have things to do."

Draco felt that his heart was like a pebble thrown into the vast and calm sea, and with only a soft bang, he was completely lost in the boundless, cold and vast deep sea.

"Well, it's okay," Draco heard his own numb voice, "It's not too much if you have one more, and if you're one less, of course, it's not impossible."

Scorpius breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and stretched out his hand to rub the other's head with soft platinum-blond hair: "It's only three days, we will meet again soon."

"I won't miss you." Draco frowned and slapped the opponent's hand away. When Scorpius retracted his hand, Draco was stunned, and found that he only came from Hogwarts. The few times he gets up early in the morning to apply his once-favorite hairspray...and now, for the most part, his hair is as loose as it was before he was five years old.

The door to the Slytherin common room slid open in front of them without a sound, Scorpius bent down and got in first, and Draco followed behind - when the senior Slytherin was about to step out of the common room When he entered the aisle of the room, he felt that the hem of his clothes was being pulled from behind.

"What you mean by 'must do' is related to the person who gave you that ring?" Draco asked hesitantly, "I seemed to see that thing shining just now."

Scorpius' figure paused, and then he turned around——

The passage was very dark, he couldn't see the direction of Draco clearly, so he could only reluctantly point his head in the direction of the source of his voice when he spoke just now... and when Scorpius realized that the other party might not be able to stand under such light When he saw his movements and was about to say "yes", he suddenly felt a familiar breath approaching him——

In the darkness, before Scorpius even had time to realize what happened, his lips touched a cold and soft touch.

Very fast, almost a touch away.

Scorpius was stunned for a moment, but at this moment he felt Draco's breath pulling away from him...His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin stood firm, trying not to let his beating heart be exposed at this moment What a deadly tell, not far from Scorpius, he pursed his lips and said in a dry tone: "It's just a good night kiss, don't think too much."

Scorpius: "..."

Is this fooling me when I'm a fool?

In the darkness, after the senior Slytherin silently rolled his eyes, he turned around and stepped out of the passage—he was not in a hurry to return to his prefect dormitory, but just waited patiently for the first-year Slytherin. His Royal Highness Prince Leitlin came out of the passage and stood firm.

Draco was about to lift his feet and go back to sleep, but at this moment he was stopped by the senior Slytherin behind him.

The platinum aristocrat, who had completely turned his back on him, raised his eyebrows and gave him a "what's the matter" expression.

Scorpius leaned on the side of the stairs leading to the prefect's dormitory with a smile on his face, with a bright smile on his face: "Should I also give you a goodnight kiss out of politeness?"

"..."

Now the expression on Draco's face is as if he saw Professor Snape saying Merry Christmas to himself. After disgusting himself to death, Prince Slytherin just threw down a sentence in a hurry, "No need ", ran all the way to his dormitory as if fleeing——

During this period, after all, he couldn't suppress the chuckle of that nasty senior Slytherin behind him with his troll-like footsteps going up the stairs.

……

After Draco returned to his dormitory, he hurriedly took a hot shower and returned to his bed. The earth-shattering shouts of Goyle next to him made him give up the idea of ​​being quiet and writing a letter to his father.

Although when he closed his eyes, he found that his mind was still replaying the terrifying figure in the hood and frantically devouring the blood of the unicorn... and the fast-moving figure in the dark corridor. There was probably not even a second of light kisses, but when he changed his mind and thought that tomorrow seemed to be the in-class test of the Transfiguration class, the fear of "not having time to practice" instantly suppressed all the terrible and strange experiences——

"Okay, sleep," the Slytherin prince, who had to ensure that he would be absolutely focused tomorrow, lifted the soft blanket and buried himself deeper, and at the same time, he muttered in a volume that only he could hear, " If I don't get more than an 'E' tomorrow, I'm going to set fire to that half-giant's kennel... oh yes, on the honor of the Malfoys, I will."