HP's Kiss of Eternity

"Father!"

The young man sitting on the edge of the bed noticed Lucius's daze, so he stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the forehead behind the messy bangs.

However, before Scorpius succeeded, Lucius turned his head away.

"Why are you here?" Lucius asked coldly, ignoring his physical discomfort.

The door was closed, and even the house-elf couldn't do anything without Lucius' consent.Not to mention the hearth teleportation under strict magical control.Even if the house-elf could come and go freely, Scorpius should not be in his room at this moment.

The appearance of Scorpius itself was an impossibility.

Lucius' whole body was covered with alertness.

The resistance from his chest made Lucius unable to get up.

After confirming that Lucius didn't intend to continue struggling to get up, Scorpius slowly withdrew his hand and reached for the incense bouquet on the bedside.Twirling a delicate flower with his fingertips, Scorpius leaned forward and moved his nose.

As if checking if there was any problem with the fragrance of the incense, Scorpius frowned slightly, showing a thoughtful expression.A pair of thin lips whispered silently.Lucius heard all the main sources in the incense from the source of the voice.

"Father, although incense can help you refresh yourself, the medicine will have side effects. They will increase your drug resistance and affect your future use. It is better to use less." After confirming, Scorpius Then he withdrew his leaning body and looked back at Lucius who frowned seriously.

"How did you get in?" Deaf to Scorpius' words, Lucius' tone of questioning became more stern.

"I have asked Kaka to help me pack my luggage, and I will bring it back later. Although it is more convenient to live in Coleraine Manor, I still hope to stay by your side and take care of you. The house elf said that you have I've been asleep for a whole day." Scorpius blinked his eyes, and the concern was evident in his words.Just like patient parents treat patient children with good words.

Scorpius' every word was like a gradually tightening rope, which gave Lucius a sense of fear that he was entangled by the rope and could not break free.

Looking at the firmness in the caring smile, Lucius pursed his lips tightly: "I didn't allow you to enter Malfoy Manor again!"

"But you don't have the ability to stop me." Taking a deep breath, Scorpius sighed helplessly, turned his head, and shifted his body's center of gravity to the palm that was pressing on the side of Lucius' hand. Lucius pushed aside the bangs that blocked half his view.Unscrupulously pinching the strand of bleak blond hair that was wet with sweat, "Probably, since the first time I sat in front of you, you have been unable to stop me, right?"

A churning red instantly appeared on Lucius' pale cheeks.Feelings of anger flooded every cell in the body.

If there were no accidents, Scorpius, who had left the Malfoy Manor, would only automatically gain the dominance of the manor after Lucius' body stopped breathing.At that time, even if Scorpius still has any means, it will be powerless.

Things were going so smoothly that Lucius couldn't believe it, but the faint premonition of uneasiness did not tell him that Scorpius' counterattack came so quickly and neatly.

No words can express Lucius' feelings at this moment.

Turning his head to break free from Scorpius' grip on his hair, Lucius subconsciously clenched the bed sheet under him with his ten fingers.Perhaps because of the stimulation of violent mood swings, the pain in the lungs struck again after a brief pause.

"Don't get excited, this will have a very bad effect on your body." The ease at the corner of his mouth was replaced by shallow worry, and Scorpius reached out his hand.First, he helped Lucius turn his body to his side to avoid the difficulty of breathing caused by lying on his back, and then he helped Lucius to smooth his current breathing soothingly.

After the violent ups and downs of his hands on Lucius' chest, Scorpius turned to Lucius's hands clutching the sheet.

One, two, three...

With little effort, Scorpius opened Lucius' ten fingers: "Don't be tense, the tense muscles will increase your consumption. You haven't eaten for a long time, which is not conducive to recovery. Just now I let the domestic The elves are off to prepare the food, and they'll bring it in later."

"Get out of my room!" The fact that he couldn't withdraw his hands made Lucius deeply aware of the power balance between the two at this time.

He wasn't afraid that losing his magic power would affect the survival of the Malfoy family, and the difficult situation was not insurmountable.But he never expected that he would be slaughtered in his bedroom because he lost the magic power he relied on the most.

"Do you hate me that much?" The fiery palm clasping his wrist gradually tightened, and all the color on Scorpius' face faded because of Lucius' unshakable fear.His impatience and irritability caused a barely visible red to float in his eyes.

The more Lucius resisted and struggled, the more Scorpius wanted to control and hold on.

It's just that longing is like sand in your hand, the tighter you hold it, the faster it will be lost.

But Scorpius didn't know how to face a Lucius who was getting farther and farther away from him.

Raising his hand, Scorpius clasped Lucius' chin, forcing another pair of gray eyes to meet his.

After every word, Scorpius asked very seriously: "Why do you hate me so much?"

"Let go!" Lucius shook his head, but was gripped even tighter.

"Am I not obedient enough?" Lucius tried to close his eyes, but he had to open them because of the pain in his jaw.

"Tell me, I'll change it, I can change it, as long as it's your request!" Scorpius' other hand wanted to grab Lucius' shoulder, but failed because Lucius regained his own hands.

Grasping the pair of wrists again, pressing back to Lucius' side, Scorpius got closer because of the change of movement.He stared at the person in front of him expecting a response.

Lucius once had a stunning appearance that was chased by countless ladies in Europe. Scorpius had also heard of this.

But in front of him, in his field of vision, all Scorpius saw was a distressed face.

The charming eyes were dim, the eye sockets were sunken, and there were fine wrinkles at the corners of the eyes.Lucius' fair cheeks were clouded with gauntness from weakness.The carrying of the body's metabolic function also brings dry and dull hair, as well as countless fine spots.The tight lips are like a dry river, and the prominent lines are like ravines.

Aging, irresistibly carved traces on Lucius' body, and at the same time took away all the qualities that could be called attractive in him stroke by stroke.

Maybe walking on a strange street, in the eyes of strangers, this is just a weak old man.

Lucius' excessive aging is indeed related to the overuse of his body and the exhaustion of magic power, and it is also due to the dimming of the fire of his soul deep in his heart.

It's just such an enclosure as a prison, only for the body and remnant soul that died quietly.Scorpius couldn't take his eyes off at all.

Short but rich pictures are intertwined in front of my eyes.

Scorpius wanted him to laugh.

I want him to look up.

Want him to respond.

Wanted his hugs.

Wanted his touch.

want everything from him.

If the soul also has a sense of smell, Scorpius is like a cat that smells fish, once it locks on, it won't let go.

What he longs for is the filling of the emptiness of his soul, and he firmly believes that even the last ray of warmth, the person in front of him is all he really longs for.

"Get out! Get out of my room! Get out of here!"

Leave, this is the last order Scorpius can follow at this time.

"Father, can you smile at me and let me stay with you all the time?" As if raving, Scorpius once again ignored Lucius's strenuous resistance.

"Let go! Don't call me father, you are not my son, get out!"

I don't know if it was a coincidence or necessity, but the noise in the room happened to be silent at this moment.With a hoarse roar, he covered his head and face, and threw himself at Scorpius, whose face was full of desire.

"roll!"

The blood color faded away in an instant.

The author has something to say: It really is a dark type, ah, a dark type~