[HP] The Elegance of the Night

At dinner, Igil, who was sitting at the Slytherin table, regained his gentle smile, giving Draco a slight sigh of relief as he watched him carefully.Igil got angry about what happened in the afternoon.He wanted to apologize, but he had to choose a time when Igil seemed to be in a better mood, which would be easier to accept.

After finishing his meal, Igil wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and the platinum-haired boy on the opposite side kindly offered him a glass of milk.

Yigil didn't take it, picked up his own cup and drank it.This move made Draco very frustrated, and that pitiful look made Igil a little soft-hearted.

"Today's fruit pudding looks delicious. I wonder if it's because I haven't eaten it in the past few days." Glancing at the untouched pudding on the boy's plate, Draco always likes to leave the delicious food in his mouth. Taste slowly at the end.

"Here, Igil. This is my share." Draco handed it over generously.

Contributing his beloved fruit pudding, Draco's heart was crying silently.That's pudding...his favorite fruit pudding...

He stared at Igil's plate, the longing in his heart was written on his face, and Igil's smile warmed up while eating the pudding.Suddenly, Draco felt that his sacrifice was worth it.

Draco wanted to apologize earlier, but the noise from the Gryffindor table opposite was too loud, completely destroying the atmosphere he had managed to create.

Nasty little lion!Draco glared resentfully, the first thing he saw was Potter and the Weasley boys, the three red heads were so eye-catching.Ron Weasley and the mischievous twin brothers.The way they chatted happily in whispers made Draco very unhappy.They are so hot.

Look at the other side and compare it with your own table. It is obvious that Potter doubted his kindness and made him fight for the dignity of the nobility, but Igil has not forgiven himself until now.

"Having the Last Supper, Potter? When are you taking the train back to the Muggles?" This damned Potter was the one who told Igil to ignore him.

"Now that you're back on the ground, with your little friends by your side, you'll be more courageous." Potter said coldly, looking at Crabbe and Goyle who followed Malfoy.Of course, these two servants were not small, but since the guest-of-honor table was full of teachers, they dared not make a fuss, so they had to sullenly squeeze their fingers.He just saw this and was reassured.

"I am willing to compete with you alone at any time." Draco said, he will handle this kind of doubts about the ability of pure-blood nobles, and prove himself with strength is the only choice, any slander against nobles will be punished, he It would show Potter that a Malfoy wasn't all about blood.

"Tonight, if you're okay. A duel between wizards. Wands only - no touch. How? You haven't heard of a wizard's duel, I suppose?"

"Of course he did." Ron Weasley said loudly, turning suddenly, "I'm his assistant. Who's your assistant?"

What blood... Draco looked at Crabbe and Goyle, weighing them one by one.He actually wanted to choose Igil the most, but the latter was still angry.

Oh, Merlin's pants, how could he forget this, Igil is still mad at him.Draco regretted it, but now was not the time to back down, he would explain it to Igil afterwards.

"Malfoy, it seems that you are very busy now, so I'll go back first." The noble young master of the Black family walked past him unhurriedly, followed by a string of Slytherin snakes.

He called me Malfoy!Draco burst into tears, Igil became even more angry, and the fruit pudding for dinner was sacrificed in vain.

It's all this Potter's fault, Draco is devastated, he still looks at Igil with such a disgusting expression, Igil is his roommate!

"Crabbe," Draco said finally. "At midnight, how about it? We'll meet you in the trophy room, where the doors are never locked."

After saying this, Draco hurriedly chased after Igil, leaving the red-haired boy and the savior looking at each other.

"Sorry to interrupt - we couldn't help overhearing what you were saying to Malfoy -" Hermione and Ellie said apologetically.

"I knew it would be like this," Ron grumbled.

"Ron, what if Malfoy and I run out of magic power and can't decide the outcome?" Harry asked worriedly.

"Then drop the wand and punch him in the nose," suggested Ron.

"I'm sorry to bother you again. In the 'Windsor' royal family, we have learned martial arts to protect ourselves since we were young. I heard that other nobles do the same. I think that although this is the magic world, the education philosophy of the nobles should be the same." Elle Windsor Swinging his fists vigorously, he said weakly...

"..."

Ending the day with a duel, it's not a happy ending anyway, Draco lay on the bed and thought, Igil should have fallen asleep by this time, and the kid didn't say a word to him when he returned to the dormitory.

The hands on the clock passed by one minute and one second, 11:30, we had to go.

Draco got dressed and tiptoed out the door.

"I'll go with you." The voice in the dark startled Draco.He turned his head and saw that Igil had already put on his clothes, no, maybe he hadn't taken them off at all.

"Igil, I..."

"Needless to say, this is a battle of honor for nobles. I heard what Potter said about you." Igil interrupted him.

Draco shouted long live understanding in his heart, among the people of the same age, Igil was indeed the one who knew his thoughts the most.

They left the dormitory and went to the Slytherin common room, where Crabbe was already waiting.He sleeps unsteadily in his beautiful large backed armchair, and bounces at the sound of footsteps.

"Go back to sleep, I'll go with Draco." Igil glanced at Crabbe, he probably hadn't slept so late before, his eyes couldn't be opened, and his bulky body wasn't suitable for night tours.

Crabbe thanked him gratefully and retired politely to his room.

Igil and Draco walked side by side, they climbed the stairs out of the cellar, and shuttled through the dark corridors.

"Look what I saw, the Slytherins were on a night tour!" They had just reached the second floor when they came upon Peeves, who was rattling around in a suit of armor.Fortunately, the bloody Barrow just passed by, scaring him away.

They thanked Baron the Bloody and moved on.In the corridor on the third floor, a cat blocked their only way.

"Oh, it's Mrs. Norris, I've been prepared for a long time." Draco took out the small dried fish that he had with him.The trick of buying Mrs. Norris has long been used by the Slytherins with ease.

Draco knelt down and brought the dried fish to the cat's mouth, the cat just tilted its head and looked at him.He didn't eat, and his two round eyes reflected light in the dark.

"Draco, the color of the cat is wrong. Look at the frame lines at the corners of its eyes. Oh..." Seeing the whole picture of the cat clearly by the moonlight, Igil pulled Draco and turned around and ran. They stepped on the other side at the corner of the third floor. A cat's tail, the cat ran away screaming all the way.

"If Mrs. Norris is here, then what did we meet just now?" Draco asked timidly, "...that's Professor McGonagall." Igil replied speechlessly. "I think we'd better go. You stepped on Mrs. Norris's tail, and she'll be looking for Filch in no time."

"Then what about my duel with Potter? He will think I'm afraid of him." Draco said unwillingly.

"Go, if you don't want to be caught." Igil pulled Draco, his kid sometimes couldn't turn around, reasonable avoidance doesn't mean backing down. "What you have to do now is to wish Potter good luck and not to be caught by Filch." Igil said in a malicious tone.

"Yes, may Merlin bless him." Draco smiled triumphantly in the dark. Igil has been holding his hand since just now and never let go. The time is ripe for him to apologize, which is better than he expected Even better.

After returning to the dormitory to take a shower and put on their pajamas, Draco hugged the pillow and walked to Igil's bed, "Igil, shall we sleep together tonight? I want to talk to you." After what happened just now, he believed that Igil was not so angry anymore.

Igil opened the bed curtain without hesitation, knowing that Draco wanted to apologize to him.In this way, Draco got his wish and lay down on his big bed.

I don't know if it's because Igil likes to drink milk, but he has a faint milk fragrance all over his body.Draco sniffed close to him and said softly, "At that time, I just wanted to remind them that Longbottom's memory ball dropped, and he is one of the few purebloods..."

"..."

"Potter doubted my intentions, which challenged my aristocratic dignity." Seeing that Igil did not respond, Draco said in another way.

"..."

"There will be no next time, and I won't bother with Gryffindor's affairs, even if he is a pure blood."

"Go to sleep..." followed by the infinite silence in the dark night.

When Draco thought that Igil had fallen asleep, Igil said lightly, "Don't do dangerous things next time, everyone will worry."

"I promise you, Igil..." Draco, who was forgiven by Igil, smiled contentedly and fell asleep. Tomorrow is a new beginning.