HP, don't come here

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Under Draco's strong request, you went from coming to Malfoy Manor as Professor Snape's assistant teacher to you coming to Malfoy Manor with almost no foundation (Draco personally certified) pure Blood family lady etiquette.

You have to study under his nose!

So Professor Snape twitched wildly at the corner of his mouth while watching you blankly answering the teacher's questions.

Draco nodded in satisfaction as he stirred the potion.

After a while, the interested expression on Snape's face gradually disappeared, and his face became darker and darker.

"I think, if Miss Dumbledore can give the perfect answer to all the questions her etiquette teacher asks, this disturbing etiquette class seems to be meaningless?"

Snape: I have a right to suspect that you're asking these two men to give me a lesson in manners.

Draco just shook his head helplessly at his Potions professor: "Teacher, I think you should also understand that just because she can answer all the questions doesn't mean she can really do it."

Snape sneered.

"Oh yes, clever little Mr. Malfoy thinks this farce-like etiquette lesson can help Miss Dumbledore rebuild her broken etiquette?"

"I have to say that this is really a clever—trick—" Without waiting for Draco to answer, Professor Snape continued the conversation with a mocking expression on his face.

If it weren't for that old man Dumbledore insisting on him being patient...

God knows why he endured it?

The old professor clenched his fist.

The etiquette teacher also felt that it was really unbearable for her to stand next to this potion master who usually only existed in rumors, not to mention that this gentleman was really merciless, and she didn't dare to do anything about what he said. objection.

What drove her crazy was the girl in front of her, she really didn't know what to teach her, she knew everything!

This made her arrival seem like a meaningless joke.

Then Draco turned his head and saw two pairs of pleading eyes.

Etiquette Teacher: Leave me alone, Mr. Malfoy Jr.

You: Let me go, Draco.

Snape closed his eyes: Spare your poor old Potions professor.

(Laughing to death, wait a little while to see if I can fix all of you)

Potions Master Rage: 99%

Our little Mr. Malfoy sighed as he handled the leech neatly.

"Well, for Merlin's sake." He poured the leech juice into an expensive container, and said, "You guys go to the class next door."

"Check in 10 minutes."

you:?

Etiquette teacher:?

When Draco finished his Potions class and came to the next room, he only saw the shivering etiquette teacher and you, who was sleepy.

Draco:?

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Draco sighed, waved the etiquette teacher away, and then carried you to the bed and tucked you in.

With a wave of his wand, the curtains were drawn and the room was darkened.

But did he give up?

(No, no one really thinks that a boy who can stare at Harry for seven years will give up easily when he encounters what he wants to do)

Then he took a series of measures, personally went into battle to introduce you, took you to various banquets and let you stay with those ladies, and he even read aloud in your ear when he was resting with you Ten Things Ladies Shouldn't Do".

You have to sigh, the Malfoy family's library is really... full of rivers and rivers.

However, Draco has always been difficult to succeed. As he has seen before, you are impeccable in terms of etiquette, and you even know more books than he has read. He often listens to you when he introduces you. This topic unfolds an hour of allusions related to etiquette.

Not to mention parties, your etiquette is like a benchmark.

You can only express to him helplessly: I understand the truth, but what does this have to do with me wanting to touch your ass.

Draco chose to give up in the end, it was because he stood by your side while making the potion and worked hard to export to you that a lady should not have such thoughts and hobbies...

Your hair goes from blonde to light silver the next day you come in.

Sure enough, you can't overuse your brain.

But when have you ever used your brain? (scratches head)

Although it is still the same good-looking, but it really scared the young master Malfoy. He kept condemning himself in his heart, thinking that it was because he was always forcing you to do something that made you uncomfortable, so he directly turned gray.

Even though you keep explaining to him that you're really not bothered, he still thinks your hair has turned gray since he started talking to you about this stuff.

Then not only do you not need to take some meaningless classes, you can finally talk about other things during date time and lean on him comfortably.

Draco's attitude towards you has turned into pampering in no time.

If it weren't for Lucius' dark face, Draco would even wish to feed you with his own hands.

Next time we must find a chance to get Lucius away from this table, you think.

Please, my boyfriend feeds me with my own hands, so happy, okay?

Moreover, it's not gray hair at all (here I despise the aesthetics of a boyfriend who suddenly turns into an old lady and then suddenly turns into a badass), it's silver hair!silver hair!silver hair!How cool is that!