Platinum Working Guys at Hotel California

Maybe it was exhausted by the magic riot, maybe all the unknowable factors had been eliminated, even though the sun was barely setting when we returned to the hotel, Draco fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep immediately.

When he finally woke up, it was pitch black outside.

Draco struggled to sit up from the bed, covered his face, and groaned in a low voice, this was the first time he felt sore from sleep.He looked at the bright moon in the mid-sky outside the window, and finally remembered that there was a new witch who was shocked in the room.

Draco was not unmoved by the sudden transformation of the Muggle proprietress who had been facing each other day and night and became an orphan of the Order of the Phoenix.But I don't know why, after a brief surprise, the change of Livia's identity didn't make Draco feel that it was a big deal - after all, there are too many incredible things in the wizarding world.Since even a Scarhead can become the savior of the stars, and at the cost of losing the friendship of a Malfoy, he chooses to make friends with red-haired skunks and mudbloods, then it is not a big deal for an American Muggle to suddenly become a British wizard .What's more, the leap from a dirty Muggle to a pure-blood wizard, even though her parents are Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, is Merlin's gift, isn't it?

But when Draco saw the light coming from the kitchen after washing, he was able to react. This might not be a completely happy event for Livia.

Draco frowned, staring at the obtrusive light for a while, then walked downstairs.

"What are you doing?"

Draco looked at Livia who was holding a wooden bowl in his arms, mechanically stirring the cream in it, but his eyes were empty, and asked strangely.

Livia was startled by the sudden sound, the wooden bowl fell out of her hand and hit the back of her foot with a bang.Reflexively, she jumped back and kicked the wooden bowl away, spilling the cream inside.As if rushing to add to the chaos, the things cooking on the stove were completely boiled, and the water vapor made the lid bounce like jumping beans.

"Oh!"

Livia groaned angrily, hurried to turn off the fire, but fell to the ground with a plop while stepping on the butter.Draco looked at Livia who was still facing the ground, shook his head helplessly, avoided the cream mines on the ground, and turned off the gas stove.As it turns out, even when Livia turns out to be a witch, her eerie, always-injured-in-the-kitchen physique persists.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked, frowning.

"Make breakfast." Livia's voice was muffled.

"Are you sure it's not supper?" Draco said helplessly, "Okay, what are you going to do then? A bowl of cream and..." Draco lifted the lid of the pot, "A pot of boiling water?"

Draco waited for a long time, but Livia didn't answer, and she even kept her face on the ground after falling, motionless.Draco approached, touched her shoulder with his toe, and asked, "Hey, are you playing dead?"

"Get your feet off!" Livia sat up suddenly, and yelled at Draco with a wrinkled face: "Go to sleep! Leave me alone!" After a pause, she seemed out of breath , and added: "Anyway, I already knew, you are a heartless bastard!"

This weird situation made Draco raise his eyebrows, but Livia's inexplicable blame didn't make him angry.Livia, who was kneeling in the cream with a puffy face and red eyes, reminded Draco of those silly little squirrels on the branches of Malfoy Manor, even in the rage, there was an inexplicable sense of joy.

Draco expressed his thoughts very honestly with his expression, so Livia became even more angry, and her eye sockets became more and more red, as if she would cry bitterly in the next second.Before the situation got out of hand, Draco finally restrained his expression, but couldn't hide the teasing in his tone.

"I'm assuming, you're angry?" Draco thought for a moment, then continued, "Because of me?"

"Hmph!" Livia turned her head away and sniffled.

"The reason?" Seeing that Livia didn't deny it, Draco was puzzled. He originally thought that Livia was just angry with Old Tonya and the others.Ke Livia didn't seem to have the idea of ​​solving his doubts for him, she kept her mouth tightly shut and played with a small temper.A Slytherin gentleman really didn't have to argue with a little girl with a red nose, Draco graciously chose to give in.

"Well, if you're angry because of me, then I apologize." Draco shrugged, even he himself didn't realize that this was the first time the mighty platinum young master gave in so easily.He tilted his head to look at Livia, who was still angry, and couldn't help expressing his doubts: "But I don't think it's my fault, right? I."

"I've said it before, I'm not angry with Uncle Tonya and Daniel." Livia retorted with her lips pouted.

"is it?"

"...I'm a little angry! But it's not because they're hiding it from me! It's just..." Livia opened her mouth, but she couldn't find the right words to express it. Finally, she had to say in frustration: "Okay, it's nothing .Now go to sleep please."

But Draco didn't leave as Livia imagined, but kept staring at her with the eyes of observing a magical creature, which made Livia couldn't help but blew up again.

"I told you to go to sleep! Leave me alone!" Livia's eye circles were red again.

Draco didn't answer her.He opened a cabinet familiarly, and took out two wine glasses and a bottle of wine.

"Want a drink?" Draco poured two glasses of wine gracefully, and handed one of them to Livia.

"How do you know where the wine is?" Livia stretched out her arms to take the wine, muttering and complaining.

"Because I looked for it, I found it."

Draco sat casually on the sink, shaking the glass with his hand to sober up.He raised his chin slightly, but lowered his gaze to look directly into Livia's eyes.This undisguised gaze and the bright light inside made Livia turn her eyes away, pretending to be casually looking at the wine glass in her hand.

"I thought you were more interested in the topic of 'wizards' than how I found the wine?" Draco took a sip of the wine, and immediately wrinkled his face and wailed: "Merlin! What is this?" With an expression of disbelief on his face, he picked up the bottle and looked at the label carefully, "Century-year-old wine? This?"

"Don't look like an aristocratic pauper!" Livia took a sip of wine and rolled her eyes.

"Actually, I am a nobleman." Draco said proudly, "If the witches know that you have lived under the same roof with the heir of the Malfoy family for nearly a month, believe me, their extreme screams will make your blood boil." The eardrums burst." Seeing Livia's suspicious face, Draco continued to add: "If you doubt, you can try it-I don't mind if you use my name, and my godfather is the best magician in the world. Master Medicine, for my sake, he will give you a dozen recovery potions."

"Preferably," Livia curled her lips, "a nobleman who hasn't even watched TV." She drank the wine in one gulp, handed the empty glass to Draco, and signaled him to fill it up.

Young Master Platinum naturally took over and started working as a waiter. He corrected Livia's mistakes seriously while pouring wine, "That's just because we don't need TV, we have Quidditch." Draco handed the glass back and added, "As soon as you experience the charm of Quidditch for yourself, you'll go home and smash that little black box - for your once boring and childish entertainment."

Livia shrugged and took another sip of wine, she didn't intend to entangle this issue further.

"...Are you sure you're not getting yourself drunk?"

"Of course, I drink very well." Livia took another sip of wine and asked, "Are there many nobles in the wizarding world?"

"There are many nobles, but Malfoy is unique. We are platinum nobles!"

"Stop showing off your family, Draco. You've been suffocated these days, so are you going to make up for it today?" She paused, biting her glass, and asked hesitantly, "Hey, Draco, Have you ever heard of my parents?"

"The Burns family used to be very powerful."

"Are you familiar with him?"

"I think I have to spread some common sense about the wizarding world with you," Draco said helplessly, "In the wizarding school, there are two almost tit-for-tat academies—Gryffindor, who likes white magic, and Gryffindor, who likes white magic. Slytherins of the Dark Arts. Unfortunately, your father was a Gryffindor, and my family are all Slytherins."

"……please speak English."

"...your father is North Korean, and my family is Korean."

"Oh, what a pity. I thought I could hear about them here." Livia said dejectedly, "Just now, when I went back to my room and saw my crystal ball, I suddenly realized that maybe the one I remembered Is the woman in the big robe really a mother? Although she is not a fairy, she does hold a fairy wand."

"Wand," Draco corrected, "we call her a wand."

"Anyway, that's the thing. Don't interrupt me, Draco, I'm trying to talk to you." Livia pouted and continued, "I realized this, and suddenly felt... guilty, yes, Just guilty. Look, I've lived like a fool for 16 years! I... I can't even tell if mom is holding a fairy wand or a magic wand."

Livia sniffed hard, as if trying to hold back tears.She paused again, but this time Draco thoughtfully said nothing, just waiting for her to calm herself down.

"I've been living in someone else's story all these years, and it makes me sad."

Livia looked at Draco with big eyes filled with tears, and her choked up voice was a little frightened and aggrieved:

"I'm so sorry, Draco. Everything is fake, I'm not an American, I'm not an ordinary kid... wizards, what are they like? What's the wizarding world like? When you were bickering with Uncle Tonya just now , I can barely understand a word you said! But that is clearly my real life... I am like a child who broke into other people's dreams, but suddenly, my world has become something I don't know... It's so sad...”

Livia finally cried softly,

"And the saddest thing for me is that I finally know my story, but my parents are still dead...Why everything before is false, only this is true? My parents died to protect me, but I...I don't know anything!"

Draco looked at Livia who kept crying, but still looked at him with trusting eyes, as if his throat was stuck by someone, and he couldn't make any sound.The two stared at each other in silence, neither of them wanted to look away.Gradually, Livia's crying sound lowered and turned into a soft sob.

Draco cleared his throat and spoke with difficulty:

"Before I came here, there was a war going on in the wizarding world in England, a war between black and white wizards. My father was imprisoned in Azkaban—it was a prison." Draco sneered, as if seeing Those faces that made things worse, "After Dad was imprisoned, the Malfoy family suddenly changed from dazzling platinum to mud that everyone could step on. My mother and I fell into a terrible situation, isolated and helpless... Then my mother wanted to Protect me, send me here, choose someone to face all dangers. These days, I worry about them all the time. Every day, I think, are they still alive? Every day is suffering, but I know I have to Live well for my family...Fortunately, just now, old Tonya told me that they were spies for the Order of the Phoenix."

Draco lowered his head and fiddled with the wine glass, his voice was steady, and no extra emotion could be heard.He paused, and then said: "I think, maybe this is the love of parents? There is always that little bastard who can make you give everything willingly and without hesitation. Whether it's a righteous white wizard like your parents, or me parents."

Perhaps this small kitchen is really a suitable place to talk. Although Draco didn't take a sip of wine, he felt a sense of relaxation after being drunk. He finally said the many words that had been hidden in his heart these days.Draco was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, and put on his arrogant and disgusting aristocratic smirk.

"Actually, I just lied to you. If you told people now that you lived with Draco Malfoy for a month, no one would be jealous of you at all. In fact, when you get back to London, you won't even think about it." Get involved with me. You'll hear what people say about me and my parents - 'evil Slytherin' 'cold-blooded Death Eater' 'sly Malfoy'..."

"Don't say that, Draco." Livia interrupted him, and said softly but sincerely, "In my eyes, although you are a little bastard, you are a good person. And your parents, they and I Like our parents—I mean, regardless of the so-called justice, they all love us, don’t we? Draco, we all have the best parents in the world. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy are great, I really Want to meet them."

Draco stared at Livia who was sitting cross-legged under the dim light for a long time, her eyes were so sincere and clear, and her smile was as bright and warm as usual.He turned his head away and smiled lightly——

Thank you.

He said so in his heart.

It was daylight outside.At this moment, the clouds broke and the sun rose.

The author has something to say: So the second heart-to-heart talk~~ As the saying goes, only communication can make progress! !

La la la~~~~~ The hard-working phase of the Muggle proprietress and the Squib Draco is officially over~~~~~~~~~~ Next, the two will continue to get along as the platinum young master and the rookie witch~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next chapter will officially start the plot~~~~~~~~~~~~~Starting from the battle of the Astronomy Tower! (←Guests who forgot the content of the original work, please make up in advance oh oh oh)

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