[HP] Noble

At this moment, judging from the absurd expression on Prince Slytherin's face, it seemed that he suddenly couldn't understand English for a moment—staring at the face that suddenly stretched out so close, those pair of The pure black pupils, like deep sea pearls, could not reach the bottom at a glance, but easily and clearly reflected the outline of his face. Draco saw that his light-colored hair looked particularly dazzling in such pupils .

He was almost enthralled.

For a long time, it wasn't until he noticed the black-haired Slytherin in front of him that the corners of his lips curled up slightly into a playful arc that he realized what the other person seemed to have said, and he slightly distanced himself from the other person—— Don't let the overwhelming fragrance of dragon tree flowers completely submerge him... When the faint fragrance of dragon tree flowers on the tip of his nose faded a little because he pulled away, Draco found that he seemed to be short of oxygen at this time The patient of too long—his chest hidden under his robe (glad he didn't take it off as soon as he entered the cellar) heaved violently, sucking in a greedy gulp of fresh air that had previously become The slightly hot cheeks cooled down, and when he confirmed that his face had returned to its usual state, Draco had never been so grateful that the Slytherin common room was never the brightly lit one.

He paused, and then said in a steady voice: "Although I never believe in witch divination - but before you don't have a crystal ball, a tarot card, or even look at the palm lines, you can't tell me what I look like." It's ridiculous to judge my marital status."

"Oh, I can." At this moment, the senior Slytherin, who was bending over and condescendingly approaching the platinum nobleman, narrowed his eyes slightly and chuckled, "In Greek mythology, I am Aphrodite; in Norse mythology, I am Aphrodite. I am Tire; in Roman mythology, I am Venus; in Indian mythology, I am Kamo—finally, in China, people still call me the old man under the moon, commonly known as Yue Lao.”

"..."

"Are you satisfied?"

"I'm now beginning to be sure that some people do have the urge to wring their necks after drinking alcohol." Draco said deadpan, "Even if I'm as ugly as Potter, there will be dozens Girls who are willing to change their surname to middle name and add 'Malfoy' to the end, in public, when people call them 'Mrs. Malfoy', they will smile and agree..."

"Oh, Mrs Malfoy - tsk tsk, Draco, you know what I'm talking about."

"..."

"Ok?"

Draco looked at the senior Slytherin whose lips curled slightly in front of him. After a long time, he sighed and raised his hands to straighten his hair. He seemed to be trying to make himself look calmer. After a while, he finally Slowly said: "I don't necessarily need to have a 'soul mate', that's too demanding for a Malfoy, a person can never expect to have a perfect life... My father said that I might meet someone who wants to be a soul mate." The person whose face I would put my soul on, but that person most likely won't be my future legal contractual partner in the vast majority of cases."

Hearing this, Scorpius smiled slightly and raised his eyebrows: "So?"

"So I gave up on this idea a long time ago." Draco shrugged, "There is no disappointment without expectation, and it doesn't hurt me at all to learn this earlier."

And at this time, when Draco's tone became more and more helpless, Scorpius had also put away his joking mentality.

In fact, he was a little surprised to hear such an answer at this time.

At least in the past when it was right, when it really belonged to him, he and Draco had been through a lot together for a long time, in his junior year, Draco was probably an unscrupulous jerk in his eyes, when When he grew up, Draco became a decent bastard - until His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin, the sex god of Hogwarts, graduated from Hogwarts early and became His Majesty the King of Slytherin and The upgraded version of the Sexy God Professor, and with the blessing of everyone, they confirm the relationship of soul mates and leave their own imprints on each other's souls...

The second son, Draco, has never shown that he has ever been so sensitive about feelings... he can't find an adjective. If he had to use something to describe Scorpius' views at this time, then he would probably use The word "pessimistic".

No expectations no disappointment?

Uncertain light flickered in the black pupils. After thousands of emotions were tossing in his heart, Scorpius suddenly felt that he was conquering the world without knowing anything. Draco's self who was going forward bravely on the road was completely ignorant and lucky, and he thought, uh, he should treat Draco better in the future.

Because this guy had a bad childhood.

"You're only in the second grade, Draco, and you'll probably be 14 next summer." Scorpius heard his own helpless voice, "It's scary to say something like this now, you know, the future is uncertain , 'Perfect in every way' would not have been invented if it didn't exist."

His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin was a little disapproving, and he rolled his eyes in that annoying way: "There is nothing to be scary about, you have to know that I received a realistic education rather than a romantic and retro education—perfect? I don't think so, if I got a letter from my mom tomorrow asking me to date that Hoggton girl, I'd date her even though I don't think those freckles under her eyes are cute at all They actually look like she didn't wash her face off in the morning, but I still— oh—"

Draco's words stopped abruptly when he felt a warm palm on his shoulder.

And then, before he had time to react to "what's going on now", he found that the face that was so close to him at this moment was infinitely infinite to him in a terrible way at this moment. Draco Malfoy would be the first Malfoy in history to fall down the stairs and break his own neck.

After about five seconds, letting the soft and hot touch touch his lips tentatively, Prince Slytherin realized that he was kissing the senior in front of him - no lame excuse - and no What a good opportunity and atmosphere - this time, he didn't even take the initiative.

When the other party bent down slightly, the shadow cast almost completely hid the second-year Slytherin standing on the stairs in the darkness. When Draco realized, he had already been succeeded by the damn dragon once again. The woody scent was overwhelmed, really, and it was hard for him to believe which brand of toiletries from any country or country in the shop could last that long except those made by his mother himself... When Draco felt his brain When I was thinking about the whole thing and couldn't grasp the main point, there was a thought that stood out from these viscous rivers and lakes, that is: the senior Slytherin in front of me is obviously not the one who is used to being active in kissing One even though he is only facing a sophomore right now.

When he looked petulantly trying to find his tongue in Draco's mouth, Draco could only open his slightly closed jaw in unison in a very unskilled attack - as if pulling After entering the city gate, he actively stretched out a hand to pull in the guy who was knocking frantically outside the city gate.

Of course, as Malfoy, Draco had been taught from a young age never to be in a losing business.

So after "Please enter the urn", the positioning of the role has been adjusted.

At first, the hands that were hanging stiffly on his sides were lifted up and placed on the waist of the person standing on a slightly higher step. After pinching a few times, he followed his instinct from the front gap of the cloak on the opponent's body. Touching it in——When he felt his palm against the other's warm skin through a thin shirt, Draco let out a faint sound from the tightly pressed lips of the two. Satisfied sigh.

Then with a soft "boom", Draco pushed his prefect down the stairs leading to the prefect's dormitory in a dangerous and curious way - without any protective measures, the stairs The sharp edge hit the opponent's back fiercely, causing him to let out a cry of pain—but the cry of pain was not completely spread out, but was swallowed by the attached platinum noble just after the beginning. into his own mouth.

This seemed to be a kiss that could never be separated again in this life.

With the intertwined lips and tongues of the two sides making the sound of "sizzling" water in the quiet common room, the breath between the noses is warm, and it is full of people who can't tell whether it is the faint scent of the other party or their own. ——At this time, Draco vaguely remembered that today he also used the body wash of the guy who was being pressed under him at this time.

While making this great discovery, Draco's hand has successfully pulled the hem of the other party's shirt out of the trousers, and his hands that have been in a somewhat cold state for a long time drove straight through the hem of the messy clothes. He poked in everywhere, and when his cold palm was pressed against the delicate and soft skin of the opponent's waist without hindrance, he almost uncontrollably bit the black-haired Slater like a pervert. Lin's lips.

"I think I may be suffering from skin hunger." Draco raised his head slightly to look into the other's eyes, and muttered vaguely and earnestly.

Then, amidst the other party's sneering low laughter, he once again pressed his lips against the corner of the other's smiling lips.

At the same time, the antique clock hanging on the wall of the common room gave a heavy pendulum sound, and the clock struck eleven. In one hour, Christmas Eve will pass, and they will usher in Christmas, which symbolizes the new year ...it was late, and any moment Goyle and Crabbe might emerge laughing from behind the heavy door.

then……

They will be surprised to find two people entangled on the stairs.

They will be even more surprised to find that they have no way to find a good-sounding normal reason for what they are doing.

Oh, and probably the hardest part of this to explain was the dishonest hands that Draco had placed under his opponent's shirt right now.

……

At this moment, Scorpius, who was crushed on the stairs, regretted the first wave of sympathy for "children who lacked childhood" just now-if he knew that this inconsiderate brat would just crush him on the stairs If he went up—now that his back was pressed against the hard stairs, it made him feel like his spine was splitting in two—Draco looked so thin that only a handful of bones remained. Much stronger than he'd imagined, and it's totally taxing his back.

And right now, he still has to deal with the other party's request for a kiss after being passive for a moment and then becoming very active.

It didn't even take time for Draco to get his hands out of his clothes.

This sticky wet kiss lasted for about a century—like the age of steam to the collapse of the Soviet Union.Until Scorpius felt that he was going to spend the night on the stairs tonight, he heard Draco mumbling within a short distance of him as if he was complaining, Then he felt the weight on him lift in vain.

Scorpius froze for a moment, then stood up from the stairs with the hand in front of him.

When Scorpius tucked his clothes back into place with Draco's help and tidied himself up, he heard Goyle and Crabbe faintly coming from the tunnel in the Slytherin common room. Laughing - and it's been almost five minutes since Draco got up from him.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at Draco, who raised his eyebrows at him in a natural way: "Otherwise?"

Scorpius said nothing.

Because the cellar is under the black lake, although it is damp and seepage all the year round, the walls are definitely stronger and thicker than imagined—and judging by the walking speed of Gore and Crabbe, after deducting the time to read the password to open the door, 5 minutes ago, they It was probably only near the head of Slytherin's office.

Maybe Draco didn't feel it himself - but at least from the perspective of ordinary people, this hearing is absolutely amazing.

OCH brought more than wealth, power, and curses to the Malfoy family.

As the first prayer successor family of OCH, who can say for sure that after the initial betrayal, Prince BETHOR once wanted to wipe out this family?

Scorpius was thinking about this, at this moment, as the voices of Goyle and Crabbe talking and laughing became more and more clear, Draco's voice sounded not far from him at the same time——

"—By the way, the ruler of Aphrodite is Venus HAGITH," there is no name of the Gretel family on that list...'impersonation' is a terrible thing, involving 'betrayal' and' Transformation', which has more serious implications than you might imagine. "

Draco's breath was a little unsteady, although his eyes had solidified to the color of quicksilver at this time, and when he spoke, he kept staring at the lips of the senior Slytherin in front of him - where the wet , and a little blood red from the biting each other just now, just like when he was sitting in the obviously overheated auditorium drinking those damn eggnogs just now...

Oh, to be precise, it is even more eye-catching.

Scorpius blinked, and then he sighed deeply: "I'll just say it casually—no matter what method you use, it sounds like a perverted thing to casually inquire about the rulers of other families. , Draco."

"I'm just sure of that."

Prince Slytherin rolled his eyes without looking guilty - but the action came to a sudden halt when he saw the senior Slytherin in front of him bend down to pick up a black notebook that had fallen on the stairs ——Now, his face is stuck on a neither embarrassment nor embarrassment expression.

Scorpius glanced at him inexplicably: "What are you doing with this notebook?"

And before Draco had time to stop him, he had already opened the notebook.