The little life of a platinum darling

June 6th was a Sunday. Early in the morning, Blaise packed up and left the dormitory with a wink, leaving plenty of private space for the two roommates who were in love. A day trip to Hogsmeade, maybe in the evening, I have to prepare to watch the stars with Pansy all night.

It was ten o'clock in the morning when Draco and Feverett woke up in the same bed.Draco was so nervous last night that he couldn't fall asleep. After he finally fell asleep, he passed the breakfast time in a daze. However, because it was finally time for him to confess, Draco was able to calm down and make up his previous sleep. The deficiency was made up for.

The two had just woken up, and before they had time to change their clothes, the dormitory was visited by a beautiful golden eagle with plump feathers and head held high.

"It's my father's eagle," Draco said.He was a little puzzled, although his father would send this golden eagle as a birthday present for him every year, but today's eagle obviously only had a parchment letter tied to its paw, and there was nothing like a package at all.

Draco just wanted to go over and take the letter off the golden eagle's paws, but who knew that the golden eagle, which was very obedient to him, suddenly flew up when he stretched out his hand, circled twice in the dormitory, and then stopped at On the bedside table in front of the bleary-eyed Feverret, who was still sitting on the bed, he proudly stretched out the sharp claws with the letter bound, beckoning Feverret to take it off.

"Huh?" Feverett was a little puzzled.He glanced at the ordinary-looking letter, then at Draco, before reaching out to take it down.The golden eagle flapped its wings and flew up.Once again, he went around the dormitory like a patrol, and then stopped on the window sill with his head held high, as if waiting for his reply.

Draco's doubts were not much less than that of Feverret, at least Feverret could guess a little bit, but Draco was at a loss: "What's going on? A letter from my father?" he said He walked over to Feiwenruite.

Fevinrete spread out the rolled up envelope, but there was no writing on the envelope.Draco handed him a letter opener, and he took it and carefully opened the wax seal, taking out the letter paper inside which was much smoother than ordinary parchment.

—Dear Fivin,

The beginning of the letter made him see at once that it was his mother's handwriting.

——Before you know it, the time has come when your two children are 14 years old.

——After many careful considerations and discussions with your father, I think it's finally time for some things to be resolved. What do you think?

——If you wish, we look forward to spending your birthdays at Malfoy Manor this year.Of course, if you already have an important appointment, you can come home anytime during the summer vacation.

—Love you, mother.

The letter is very concise, without the circle of correspondence between nobles.Of course, there is no need for this between mother and child.

Fevanret folded the letter paper, and then looked at Draco who was looking at him with puzzled eyes: "My dear Draco, maybe your birthday will be spent at home this year." He said Yang Yang raised the letter in his hand, then stood up and walked to the desk to reply.

"At home? Then why didn't they just write to me? You said you're going to tell me something today, and you can't run away." He could tell from Favenret that he was going to tell him on his birthday. I have been very nervous about some things, and I can't sleep well at night.But don't wait until this time, a letter from home told him to go back, and Feiwenruite just took this opportunity and decided not to say anything.

Feiwenruite smiled a little: "Of course not. In fact, the reason for going back today overlaps with the problem I want to tell you. I didn't expect them to want to tell you today. I wanted to tell you first and then Notified them."

Only then did Draco feel relieved, but his heart still couldn't be calm.All along, he always felt that he had already thought of what Feiwenruite was going to tell him, but he couldn't believe it anyway. He always comforted himself that he thought too much.But now he couldn't go on like this, and Feiwenruite's tone made him guess what he wanted to tell himself in an instant.

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Malfoy Manor still looked peaceful and solemn.

It was already noon when Fiveret and Draco returned to the manor with the portkey, and Lucius and Narcissa were already waiting in the hall.

They walked across the garden to the main house, peacefully bathed in the morning sun.The white peacocks are still walking leisurely on the lawn, or chasing each other, and the path paved with gravel extends all the way to the door.

Draco clenched Feverett's hand beside him, without saying a word.There is something complicated in his heart, and there are some things that he can't figure out.

The fact that Feverret was able to come to Malfoy Manor with the locket door key that belonged to the heir around his neck said it all.That Portkey can only be successfully used by people of Malfoy blood.In fact, he had been suspecting that Fivenret was his own brother, but he had been refusing to convince himself, so he didn't take out this portkey until today.Obviously, Feverret's hesitation when he saw the portkey told him that he knew what it meant, but Feverret still held it, and after he activated the portkey, he managed to come To the door of Malfoy Manor.

Draco has actually thought about this possibility from the very beginning, but has been subconsciously unwilling to think about it.From the first time I saw Feiwenruite, I had some inexplicable affection for him and wanted to get closer to him; in normal communication, there is always a comfortable feeling of tacit understanding between the two; inadvertently, the very natural line of sight meets; and the second grade During the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, after Feiwenruite used that unknown spell, he felt an inexplicable sense of fatigue and lack of magic power.These reminded him once again of the possibility of being deliberately ignored by him.

There is an answer to all this.Why did he ask Blaise to show favor to him before he was fully sure of the use value of Feverret; why did he care so much about Feverret unknowingly; When you are about to die, you will feel that half of yourself will also leave with you, and you will feel heartbroken and difficult to calm down.

But if they are really brothers, then what between him and Feverret, or between Feverret and him, is really the feeling for his lover?

I remember the feeling that it was Blaise who said to him that he liked the way Fevereit reacted to him at first.But now he can be sure that the vague sense of disobedience to Blaise's words in his heart at that time was because he really only felt the inseparable bond between twin brothers and the relationship between his twin brothers. Pay attention to.So what after that?Has he been with Feverret because of Blaise's words for so long, or has he really liked Feverret?

He felt a little confused.

Feiwenruite walked beside him, and she didn't feel very happy.The act of using that portkey just now was tantamount to admitting to Draco his brotherhood with him.So what would Draco think?Will it be the same as before?Although he had already made up his mind that he would not give up even if Draco really had only brotherly affection for him, he still couldn't stop himself from thinking wildly in his heart.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the two of them to arrive at the gate of the main house. Feverret motioned for Draco to open the door, and then stood aside.

Draco knocked on the doorknob and said: "Open the door." The door opened in response, and he didn't let go of Feverret's hand, and walked straight in with Feverret.

The inside of the room was still the same as the last time Feveret came. Lucius and Narcissa were sitting on the sofa on one side. When they saw the two of them, they smiled and stood up together.

"Happy birthday... Draco," Lucius smiled at them.

"Thank you, father," Draco pulled Fivenret over, and before Lucius and Narcissa wanted to say anything, he said, "I think I already know what you are going to tell me." What is it?"

Lucius was silent for a moment, looked at Draco, and then turned his gaze to Feveret.

Feveret nodded to him: "I originally planned to tell Draco today. Father, even if you didn't send a letter today, I will tell Draco."

Narcissa walked towards them, and then stroked Fevanret's hair: "You should tell us first and discuss it with us."

"I'm sorry, Mom," Feverret grabbed Narcissa's slender hand, "I just thought Draco should know this."

"Yes," Draco said eagerly, "I think I should be entitled to know the whole thing. Why did Feverett grow up in the Muggle world even though he was a Malfoy? All the books say his last name is Jason!"

It was obvious that Draco's words made Narcissa very sad, her eyes turned red as soon as the words were written, and even Lucius turned his head away silently.Feiwenruite patted her mother's back lightly, trying to comfort her: "I'm fine, don't worry. I haven't been wronged for so many years."

"We can take our time with these things," Feverret tried to make his voice lighter, "maybe we can have a pleasant lunch first, and then sit down and talk about it bit by bit."

"That's a good idea," Lucius took a deep breath, "let's all calm down."

Fei Wenrui took Draco's hand and followed the two towards the restaurant: "I came here today not only to tell Draco these things, but also to talk to you later." Not just the issue with Draco, but also the agreement between him and his collaborator, Voldemort.