[HP] Noble

Draco looked at Slytherin who had just graduated from the first year with disgust, as if he had said something stupid: "Then are you coming or not?"

"If you promise not to let me sleep on a towel under your feet or something." Scorpius said warily.

Draco snorted disdainfully: "What's wrong with you that makes you think I'm going to do this?"

"Judging by your terribly eerie enthusiasm today."

"Well, I'm really enthusiastic today." Draco showed a standard Malfoy smirk, "Don't get used to this."

……

That night, after dinner, the boys had their own time with the approval of the adults.Led by Draco up to the second floor, the two finally stopped in front of a magnificent door that looked terribly old, and then the originally closed door was gently pushed open by the owner.

As far as Scorpius was concerned, Draco's room was a bit exaggerated—

The overwhelming Slytherin green-based room is filled with expensive or ancient magic decorations, some of which are brightly colored with dark magic interests, such as a hand that looks like it was cut off from a zombie, when Dance When Copi touched it, the lights in the entire room went out, except for the hand that glowed magically, and in the total darkness, Draco touched his own ink bottle and stained a silk velvet cushion.

"Uh, sorry." After being seriously warned, Scorpius could only sit on the sofa obediently with his chin propped up, watching the platinum noble impatiently waving his wand trying to clean the cushion, followed by the hawthorn wand Moving, the ink marks stained on the whole piece were like shadows, and were finally drawn onto a piece of discarded parchment. Draco put away his wand, balled up the parchment, and threw it into the trash can.

Scorpius froze for a moment, and then remembered something was wrong: "Hey, isn't it forbidden to use magic during the holiday?"

Regarding this question, Draco didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, he snorted lazily: "What's the problem? The Ministry of Magic of the family with adult wizards can't accurately judge who used magic. This rule has always been just To keep those mudbloods in check."

"Okay, you know Draco, that's a bit of a rude word." Scorpius said mildly, and the former snorted dismissively, and fell back into the large sofa.Scorpius stood up, and couldn't resist the temptation to walk towards the innermost bed in the room——no matter how many years behind the thick hanging curtain, the four-poster bed exudes the fragrance of logs. The soft cushion, even when it was a full meter away from there, Scorpius could smell the faint fragrance of Draco's body on weekdays.

Clearing his throat in embarrassment, Scorpius felt a little hot on his face for some reason.

But soon, his attention was drawn to something else—"Merlin! Draco!" Scorpius sighed in admiration at the miraculous sight he saw, behind the four-poster bed was a huge magical wall, It was a dark blue night sky. If the chains of the four-poster bed were pulled up, the person lying on the bed would seem to be sleeping in the starry sky. Among the tiny shining stars, several huge special transparent magic crystals were particularly dazzling , Scorpius took a few steps back, squinted his eyes half-closed, only to realize that the formation of those magic crystals happened to be Draco.

The symbolic constellation of Draco's name.

"—It's great, isn't it?" A triumphant low voice sounded behind him, and the owner of the room walked behind Scorpius at some point, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth at this moment, and his pointed jaw slightly raised Standing at a proud angle, arms folded.

"My father prepared this for me when I was not even born," Draco said in a voice that Scorpius had never heard before, full of respect and pride.

"Yeah - awesome, I mean, this one's really cool." Scorpius winked and sincerely praised, and Draco seemed to enjoy it, before Scorpius leaned over the wall to study those When the powder of the magic rough stone was shining, he stood behind the boy and said flatly: "Besides father and mother, you are the first person to see this."

Scorpius paused, turned around in surprise, his black eyes stared straight into silver-gray, and finally, he raised an eyebrow: "Pansy?"

"What?!" Draco's pale face had a tinge of pink, and he hissed and growled seemingly indignantly, "Has your brain been stepped on by a troll? Why did I ask Pansy to come to my room?"

"...I'm standing here." Scorpius blinked, as if he was very puzzled by Draco's annoyance. It's not a girl's bedroom, so there needs to be a strong and serious reason to visit?

The two stared at each other for a while as if they were bitter and bitter, and suddenly understood something. The platinum noble's angry expression froze, and finally turned into disdain. He said condescendingly: "In your opinion, there has never been a difference between men and women in this world, has it?"

Scorpius wanted to say something more, but Draco quickly acted like he was too lazy to say another word. He turned around and fell back on the sofa, and then a pale hand appeared from the sofa, shaking Shaking, a dull, mocking voice came—"You should do your homework, kid."

"Like you don't need it."

"Are you kidding, I finished all my homework in the first week of vacation." The Slytherin on the sofa snorted disdainfully.

"Okay, as long as you can, okay." Scorpius found his suitcase in the corner of Draco's room, and the house-elves were almost there the next time he decided to stay with Draco. Send them here in seconds.Dragging it to a bright place, Scorpius opened the box, and in the next second, he regretted——

"What's that?—" A slender hand grabbed his wrist to prevent him from closing the damn suitcase in time, the platinum noble turned over from the sofa and sat up and pulled out the terrible thing from the suitcase , with a playful look in his eyes——

Scorpius closed his eyes, wishing he could run downstairs and yell at his dad right now.

"Shoebox, you saw it." He snorted.

"I see." Draco smiled viciously, and picked up the corner of the bow made of toilet paper, "Excuse me, what is this?"

Scorpius returned a lifeless smirk, squeezed between his teeth: "Bowknot, as you can see."

Draco stopped laughing, and after a long silence, he said with utterly false kindness: "Your taste is terrible, Mr. Scorpius Great."

"Oh shit, it's none of my business—hey, don't open it—"

It's over, as if he was determined to kill them all, Prince Slytherin silently unwrapped the bow tied with roll paper, and when he picked up the corner of the high-grade dog food with two fingers, Scorpius covered his face With a groan of pain, he didn't even bother to argue.

"I can see who this is for." After stuffing the half-pack of dog food in his hand into the shoe box, Draco threw the whole box back on Scorpius' lap in disgust, and fell back on the sofa by himself Grabbed an apple off the coffee table and tossed it - "It's a good idea to give it to him in public, preferably when Potter is around - if you decide to do it, don't let me miss this, dear .”

He said happily with a satisfied face: "I can't wait to see their expressions, do you want me to help you design lines—'Hey, Blake, here you are, don't forget your unfinished lunch?'— —”

A vein popped out of Scorpius' forehead, and hissed, "I happen to know that he seems to be your uncle or something, Draco."

It's a pity that the latter didn't seem to be affected at all, and now he put away his smile and tightened his face, and calmly replied: "In Black's family tree, Sirius Black has long been a small black hole that was burned out, Thanks."

"...This is what my father insisted on stuffing in."

"Since it's in your box—do you need a new bow? Although I don't seem to have such weird-shaped tissues here—"

"It's called a web."

"Well, who cares - seriously, what are these thin tissues used for? -"

"Wipe your ass." Scorpius replied deadpan.

The expression on Draco's face was blank for a moment, and he clicked his tongue twice and said sincerely, "I have to say, Mr. Gretel is absolutely amazing—"

"..."

After a while, everyone forgot about their homework, and when Lucius and Scorpius' father knocked on the door, the boys realized that it was past bedtime .So the two boys washed up in the bathroom in Draco's room one after another. Scorpius climbed into the terribly soft bed in his pajamas. He lifted the warm and smooth blanket made of some kind of animal fur and whispered He said to the person who was already in the middle of the bed: "The bed is so big, can't you move over there?"

The platinum nobleman in a green silk nightgown grumbled, and moved aside reluctantly.

Scorpius looked at the small space that had been removed, and said helplessly, "Now I would rather you give me a rag to sleep under your feet."

A pillow towel was brought silently under his nose, and Draco lifted the quilt to reveal his face, and smirked at him viciously: "Special offer, this is much better than a rag, isn't it?"

Scorpius silently kicked his shin under the covers.

"Oh, damn—" Draco jumped up, stood on the bed and glared at Scorpius for a moment, then fell back heavily on the bed, and he yawned lazily, "Now can we Can't sleep well? You child with excess energy."

"It's like you're an adult."

Draco lifted the quilt to cover his entire face, only revealing a strand of soft platinum hair on the pillow, showing a posture of refusing to continue the conversation.

"Okay, you bastard." Scorpius curled his lips and lay down with his back to Draco.

Scorpius couldn't remember how he fell asleep in the end, and when he opened his eyes again, he was sure that the sky was still bright-the sun didn't even have a shadow.Thanks to Merlin, he was still fully huddled under the covers and not kicked out of bed - but the posture was not right anymore.

Totally wrong.

Now, Scorpius' whole head was huddled under the covers, and it didn't suffocate him.In front of the tip of his nose was a soft piece of Slytherin green silk that undoubtedly belonged to a piece of someone's pajamas.Scorpius moved, feeling a hand on his waist as he slid onto the bed with the movement, and the movement brought the hand's owner fully to life.

Draco scrambled up, bleary-eyed, and scratched his platinum-blonde hair, a little messed up with sleep—

"Merlin, what time is it—" Taking advantage of the faint starlight on the magic wall behind the bed, he dazedly grabbed the magic wand placed by the bed and waved it. Golden particles danced in the darkness to form a string of dates. ... "Early morning! 04:30, what are you tossing about?—"

Scorpius yawned tiredly, and innocently said, "I just rolled over."

Draco raised his eyebrows, although the other person couldn't see in the dark—"Why did you have to shake me awake when you rolled over?"

"Merlin's beard! Who shook you, put your hand on me—"

"—Boys, it's just about time to wake up."

An elegant tone came from the door, and as the door was pushed open, a beam of dim light entered the room from the corridor.

Lucius Malfoy stood there, wearing a robe that could not be mistaken for a dressing gown, he seemed to have tidied himself up completely, at least he looked radiant, the door was pushed open, and Mrs. Malfoy also walked Walking briskly closer, then Scorpius' father, yes, the adults are all here now.

"Get up, children." Mr. Great smiled slightly, "We should go."

Scorpius and Draco exchanged a surprised look.

Draco lifted the quilt, wondering: "It's only 04:30?"

"We've got to start early, or the camp will be full of people—" Lucius explained with rare patience. "Your mother insisted you put up your own tents, though I don't think so—"

"It won't do them any harm now and then, dear," said Mrs. Malfoy gently. "Boys, you have 45 minutes to pack yourselves. Let's meet downstairs at 05:30." Pushed the other two The back of the man, Narcissa Malfoy, this beautiful woman with light-colored hair has a very gentle expression at this moment, not as arrogant as most of the time, and now she tolerantly leaves enough time for the children to lead the adults We left Draco's room.

Finally regaining consciousness, recalling the process of the last Quidditch World Cup, Draco clicked his tongue and said impatiently: "I hate the process of looking for the portkey in the grass, to be honest, it's really stupid .”

"What's that? A portkey?"

"It's like a simple portal that is not elegant enough-sometimes it may be a tire, it may be a key. Last time we searched the grass for half an hour, and finally Pansy's dad was in a pile of garbage. I found the Portkey here—” Draco paused, showing a look of distressed expression, “It was disguised as a Muggle firearm, damn it, that was a nightmare, I guess the Sports Department People with crazy brains—”

"If it's like Floo powder, I'll refuse breakfast for a while," said Scorpius thoughtfully.

Draco fell silent.

Scorpius poked him in the waist.

Only then did Prince Slytherin lift his thin lips, and said utterly meanly: "To be honest, it's kind of like——if you dare to spit on me later, I'll stuff you into the golden snitch .”