The little bun is looking for his father

After being pushed out of the room by Tom's father, Dean sighed and left the principal's office. It was really past the curfew time. Although he was not worried about being punished, Dean did not want to be punished by the night watch professor or Filch. See, after all, the impact is not very good.

Walking lightly towards the basement, he didn't encounter any professors on night watch or sleepless ghosts along the way, but when Dean reached the door of the potions office, he stopped subconsciously.Warm yellow light seeped through the crack of the door, and the people inside were obviously not asleep yet.

This place was the place he was most familiar with before. He lived here with Snape's father, and ate, studied, and played here every day. The Potions Office was obviously the most profound impression of Hogwarts on him when he was a child.Now the people inside have changed, but many things remain the same.

Dean stood at the door, remembering what happened many years ago. At that time, he was riding on Draco's brother, yelling to drive, and holding Draco's clothes in his hand, he had a good time riding a horse.The memory seemed to come back all of a sudden. When he met Draco for the first time, he was probably dumbfounded by himself. Thinking about their first meeting, it was really sweet in retrospect.

Draco yelled at him one bite at a time, and his sticky brother Draco also yelled happily. At that time, besides Harry, the only person who would play with him was Draco. Snape Dad is worried about other people. In fact, for him, he doesn't want other people. Draco has always been special to him, from the time he misidentified him, from the moment he tried to save him on the broomstick start.

A total of ten years have passed since I was five years old. Ten years ago, I met Draco and held him firmly. Because of the experience in the orphanage, because of the lack of fatherly love and motherly love, he didn't want to be abandoned again. , He must firmly grasp what he wants, who he wants.

And now, ten years later, he abandoned Draco, because of some anger, because of some grievances from the previous generation, Dean always knew that Draco was innocent, but that kind of innocence made him feel even more uncomfortable. .How can he accept Lucius as a father and Draco's entire family?Dean knew that once he married Draco, he and the entire Malfoy family would become a community. Lucius would always remind him of the grievances suffered by Snape's father, and he would always remind him of his own mishmash. lineage.

Dean put his hand on the door without making a sound. Draco is in this room, and he can be seen as soon as he pushes the door. What Papa Tom said made Dean very confused at the moment. He said to Draco What is the feeling?What is love?

Thinking back to the good times he had with Draco bit by bit, Dean's expression kept changing. In the darkness, there was only a warm yellow light accompanying him to miss him. Maybe he shouldn't be looking for Hank, who is the same age. If you want to discuss the issue of love with someone, you should apologize to Draco and have a good chat...

Turning around to face the wall, Dean leaned against the door panel not knowing what to do or what to say after seeing Draco.In fact, he was never worried that Draco would leave him, no matter what, Draco is now a family with him, and Snape's father is his godfather, Snape's father will not let this daughter-in-law run away easily Well, Lucius will watch Draco carefully at home because of Tom's father's order. Thinking about it this way, in fact, he is really confident, because he doesn't worry that Draco will leave him, so he wants to be willful and willful A little bit, and then watching Draco pamper himself even more, trying to save himself...

Dean covered his face, feeling that his psychology seemed to be a little distorted. The door was quietly opened from behind, and Dean felt his back slowly slide down, but he didn't move, but let himself fall like this , leaning against Draco's limp body.

"Dean... how could you..."

Draco was grading homework in the office. When he looked up and saw the shadow in the crack of the door, he was half puzzled and half surprised to see who was outside his office, but he didn't expect to see Dean.After the door opened, he supported the fallen Dean in this way. Compared with three years ago, Dean was much heavier, and his skeleton also unfolded. He is no longer a child, but a half-adult.

Helping Dean into the room, Draco felt a little strange after closing the door, Dean had been avoiding him all the time, how could he run out of his office, and let him move him to the sofa without saying a word , the touch under his hand was cold, and Draco touched Dean's forehead with his hand, wanting to see if he was sick.

"Draco, I'm so sorry."

Dean was lying on the sofa, holding Draco's wrist with his cold hand, the cold wind was blowing outside for so long just now, his body was very cold, but his forehead was hot, Draco's hand touched it When Dean felt very comfortable, maybe he was sick...

It was late autumn, and Dean had been standing outside for so long. The basement was already colder than other places in the castle. The cold wind had been blowing for a long time. Dean, who had been eating irregularly for the past two days, felt a little uncomfortable.Draco heard Dean's angry voice, and saw that he was feverish and uncomfortable, and he felt uncomfortable too.

"I'll take you to Madam Pomfrey, do you have a cold? Dean, is there anything else that feels wrong?"

He took the blanket and covered Dean, Draco wanted to hug him, but Dean pulled him off by the wrist, the sofa is not small, Dean pulled it like this, Draco Leaning against his chest, the pounding sound made Draco's heart beat faster.

"It's uncomfortable here."

Dean took Draco's hand to cover his heart, and looked at Draco with obsidian eyes, the emotions in his eyes were complicated, just like how he felt about Draco at the moment.Leaning on the door, he didn't feel it at first, but after lying on the sofa, Dean really felt uncomfortable in his heart, bit by bit, overshadowing the heat from his forehead.

"I'm going to get the antipyretics. If you don't want to go to the medical wing now, you can rest here first. I'll take you there tomorrow morning."

Draco was also in a panic. Dean had ignored him for a long time, and he didn't look at him in class. When he was asked to answer a question, he would look at the blackboard and answer quickly. Even if he wanted to talk to him, the face Facing Dean's cold expression and mouthful of "Professor Malfoy", Draco didn't have the courage to say it anymore.

Draco never thought that Dean would pass him by coldly in the morning, but at night he would come to his office with a feverish body, mouthful of "Draco", as if there was nothing between them. It didn't happen, he was still so clinging to himself, he refused to let others take care of him when he was sick, he just wanted to see himself busy for him.

"Don't go, don't leave me."

Draco wanted to stand up to get the potion, but Dean's hand did not loosen, his voice was muffled, and the other arm wrapped around his waist, like an octopus wrapped around his body, life and death Let him move a bit.

Draco was surprised and delighted at the moment, and thought it was funny. Dean was still a child after all, and self-willedness always had a head, but according to his temperament, he couldn't get used to humiliating and apologizing. After all, it's not as good as it is now. Voldemort's heir, compared with the little Roubao when he was five years old, his temperament is naturally very different. That obedient and obedient little Roubao will never come back.

"Dean, you know I'm not going to leave you. The fever-reducing potion is here!"

Even if you forget the promise to me, I will not betray it, because it is our common promise, you promise me the only one, how can I betray you?

Sighing, Draco summoned the fever-reducing potion with the Flying Curse, and asked Dean to drink it, and then used a raging fire on the fireplace, allowing the fireplace to warm the cold room.After taking the medicine, Dean closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking, but his hand still refused to let go, holding his hand tightly.

"You probably don't remember it anymore. When you were five years old, you once fell into a coma for a long time for some unknown reason. I would come here to see you every day. Your small body was lying on this sofa, not angry at all. The heartbeat is very slow, I don't know when I will wake up, at that time I will hold your little hand like this, thinking that when you wake up, the first person you want to see is me."

Draco fell into memories, this office was full of memories of him and Dean, from being strange at the beginning to sticking together like glue, partly because of the godfather's hope, and partly because of his love for Dean Dean's favorite.

Platinum glory may not be profane, but for Dean, he can give up those vain things, face, dignity, these are not so important compared with Dean's smile.When he let him ride on him in order to make him happy, Malfoy's family rules had probably been ignored by him.