[HP] Daddy's Little Prince

Obviously, Ron didn't receive Draco Malfoy's kindness, and he pulled his clothes angrily, which made the little platinum noble very angry, and grabbed his hand and wanted to wrestle with him.

"Enough! Stop!" Hermione rushed over, and Hagrid took the opportunity to pull them away.

"Hmph, Weasley, you have to be careful!" Draco Malfoy straightened his clothes and glared at them before leaving.

"He's such a bad born!" Hagrid said loudly, and walked downstairs with Ron in his arms. Hermione stood still, but she glanced in the direction where Malfoy disappeared—although she admitted that Della Co? Malfoy is not a good person, but... "born bad"... This kind of words are indeed too much, even more than "Mudblood", and... Malfoy will go to the medical wing, Really just to show off?For some reason, she always felt that something was wrong, very... wrong.

The night came quietly, and the hospital wing was peaceful. Prince lay beside Harry's bed, carefully hanging in the air and touching Harry's wound: "Does it hurt? It's scary... It's terrible... Fortunately, fortunately, you It's okay... Would you like a piece of chocolate? Barbecue flavor?"

"I'm assuming you don't want to murder your dad's digestive system with chocolate?" Snape said coldly from the sidelines, they have put a Silencing Charm and a Quarantine Charm to ensure that no one can hear the conversation of the family of three, " With his current posture, porridge is probably the best choice, isn't it?"

"But father, if it's just porridge...it's too unpalatable..." Prince looked at his father lying on the bed with a bitter face, "How about just one piece?"

Merlin's chocolate!Normally, Harry would definitely feel that Snape was deliberately torturing him, but in this situation... oh, he thinks Snape is such a nice guy!

"Little prince, be good." Harry wanted to raise his hand to touch his son's head, but it seemed that this movement was difficult, so he could only express comfort with a smile and eyes, "Look, I'm lying on my stomach now, have some porridge I don’t have stomach pains.” Although he didn’t have stomach pains before, unless he was hungry.

"Okay..." Prince flattened his mouth, "but why did you block Draco's claws? How painful..." The son still felt sorry for his father, but in Snape's view, this was normal , children will have feelings of attachment and love for their "mother", so he can't stop it. Of course, when he makes mistakes, he will naturally correct them.

"I..." Harry subconsciously raised his hand to scratch his head. Of course, he was hurt by his action, and then he was directly hit by Snape's "pain-relief spell" - it just blocked His sense of pain, but it can ease his pain, the green-eyed boy smiled gratefully at the black-faced potions professor, "It's like this, Prince, I hear you... it seems to be In the future, you have a good relationship with Malfoy, and... he is your cousin's fiancé, I thought... I couldn't let him get hurt... so I pushed him... um... That's it."

For this reason... Snape almost couldn't control himself and gave the savior a "fuchsia" - to make him sober up!Just for...for a possibility, a person who might become a friend in the future—he would risk his life to save someone? !

The potions professor's anger could almost materialize, and the pitch-black air pressure formed a dark cloud zone on him.

"Uh...teach...professor?" Harry looked at Snape's darkening face, and felt a little scared in his heart—he was brave, but it couldn't be said that he wasn't afraid of anything, "That...I just I feel that Malfoy may become my family——our family, if so, wouldn’t it be normal for me to save him?” He said it as a matter of course, without any thought of benefit and exchange in it, just like a Snake, coil everything under its own territory to protect it—who gave the savior this characteristic of a poisonous snake?Snape found it incredible but he didn't show any emotion, just supervised Prince's feeding of Harry with a dark face.

The porridge was very fragrant. Madam Pomfrey asked the house-elf to prepare it specially. It was filled with meat floss and minced vegetables. It was very delicious, but Harry didn't dare to eat too much. It was really depressing for him to lie on his stomach all the time. I feel oppressed and lose my appetite.After eating a small bowl, he couldn't eat anymore, and it's really not a good idea to let him walk around now. Fortunately, Snape is very familiar with various injuries-you know, the former Death Eaters are also It was a dangerous job, so he pulled up a chair and sat down, while Prince lay on the bed with his dad.

The two green-eyed boys got together and started playing gobstones, a game that squirts people's faces all over their faces. Snape didn't like it, but he was good at it— Because his mother Irene Snape is a master of gobstones, and he has indeed studied how to play it, but now, he can only give the two boys a "cleaning" from time to time with a wand-he was wrong Well, he shouldn't be treating a savior who only has mandrakes screaming in his head as an adult!

But of course Harry didn't think about it that much, he was happy to be able to play the same game as Prince without Snape between them - yes, that's the kind of game fathers and sons are supposed to play, and... ...it's a young man's game!Harry, who was having fun, didn't notice that the stinky juice on his face was being cleaned off over and over again.

After playing until after ten o'clock, Snape picked up Prince and took away their game equipment: "It's time to go back to sleep, and Bo...Harry also needs to rest."

"Huh?" Harry was taken aback.

"It's five past ten," Snape seemed to be explaining.

"Oh," Harry nodded, "Prince, go to bed early and stop reading at night."

"Okay." Prince nodded obediently. For the injured father, he needs to be very obedient and sensible, so that he can be better... Cough cough, implement your own plan, don't you?In fact, Prince has long known that the relationship between his young father and his father is not good enough-you know, although his father is a Slytherin, he is unwilling to tell him such old gossip, but his father is not good enough. Gryffindor who is good at changing the subject, and he has long learned about the little friction between them from his father... However, since the third grade, his father has refused to tell what happened to him no matter how much he asks, and then The relationship between the two of them in the fifth grade has improved rapidly... Then, can he assume that his return now is the reason why his father refuses to say anything?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his thoughts were very real. Prince followed his father to the cellar with a big smile on his face.

When he got to the third floor, Prince suddenly saw his father speeding up and striding to a corner and pulling out a boy——platinum-blond hair, not wearing a school gown but wearing a very light trousers. The gray-blue eyes flashed with panic and annoyance.

"Mr Malfoy..." Snape narrowed his eyes, "Can you explain - or... the Sorting Hat mistakenly sorted a Gryffindor troll into Slytherin?"

"No, Dean, oh...I mean, I'm sorry, Dean." Draco Malfoy looked very nervous holding the small package in his hand. Goyle and Crabbe, who had always been with him, were now No, he was alone in the empty hallway—in fact, he was fully prepared!

"So...what...causes a prudent Slytherin to behave like this? Given...the imminent curfew?" Snape dragged Draco into the shadows, he was no selfless Minerva ?McGonagall, so of course he wouldn't hand Malfoy over to Professor Patrol.

"I'll be back before the curfew!" Draco vowed, it didn't matter if he didn't go back, he had already thought up a set of excuses, and he still had a copy of the professor's signature in his arms—of course, the copy The most important thing is the signature of the great head of the Snake Academy. Although the signature of the wizard is magical, but if you take it to a squib to check, it seems that there is no magic, is it?

Snape lowered his face. He knew quite well about Draco Malfoy - after all, he was the child's godfather. Of course he knew what Draco would do as a Malfoy. After killing him—even if this person has been at odds with him before.

"Father, Father." Prince tugged at Snape's sleeve, "Brother Draco is going to see Harry, isn't he?"

Boom!

Draco felt his neck break, and then...his face became a little hot.Although he had seen this son of his godfather who was said to come back from the future before, why didn't he realize that this boy was so... black-bellied?Say something that makes people's heart tremble with an expression and tone that seems extremely innocent... And until now, his father and he have not been able to get out of this kid's mouth who his mother is!

"Draco?" This time, Snape's voice was silky smooth and unbelievably soft, which made Draco Malfoy feel like a big enemy—he rarely heard his godfather say that, which made him feel heaven It all collapsed - but Snape didn't seem to notice that he had frightened the little platinum nobleman, "You go, remember, the glory of Slytherin and the platinum glory of your family." He paused, " If you meet Filch, just say it's the healing potion I asked you to give Potter, understand?"

"Yes, Godfather." At this time, it should be his godfather instead of the head of Slytherin. Draco still has a high sensitivity to the role, and he likes it-public and private, of course, is right Speaking from the outside.Because, Slytherin never knew what it means to distinguish between public and private, and there is no need to distinguish between public and private.