HP leap time

Blaise was woken up by the low cry of the bed next door. It was just dawn, not far from the time to wake up.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and the floating light on the chains could clearly illuminate the whole room with the change of time, adjusting the brightness in the cellar to be the same as that on the ground.

So he could clearly see that the sweaty, panting boy in the next bed was the Draco he knew.He sat upright on the bed and looked between his legs in shock.Then the gorgeous pink water dye spread from the neck.

"It's terrible..." He shook his head, his pale golden forehead was messed up with the savior.

"Having a dream? Draco." Blaise hid his lazy smile under the bedding.

Ignoring him, Draco turned over in a daze and got out of bed, and hurried to the bathroom in a hurry.

Blaise squinted his eyes tiredly and muttered a few words he couldn't understand, turned over and fell asleep again.

Draco took a shower and changed his clothes, then looked at himself in the mirror with a blushing heartbeat.

Harry Potter, is that Harry Potter?

The answer was obvious, what he felt couldn't be clearer.

The left hand trembled involuntarily, and the unforgettable touch left on it was so real and terrifying, it was like a dream.

It's really like a dream... In the dream, there is a seed that will not grow, but when I wake up, I find that it has sprouted, blossomed and bear fruit.

How wonderful.

Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Harry Potter...

Glittering, the field of vision is hazy.

"I seem to like you." The heart was struggling violently in his body, and Draco felt as if he was going to break down.

"So." Harry's voice became blurred.

"I'm going to have you." As if you were really the savior, a pompous fool, Draco dismissed the words.

But he still couldn't help it, the corners of his mouth raised, and he lowered his head to study the delicate dark green dark lines on the dressing table, avoiding the stupid boy laughing in the mirror.

I couldn't help but think of that real dream, and my body began to become hot and dry.The feeling of inserting fingers into the soft black hair, the satisfaction of intense rubbing and biting, the emotional murmurs and intoxicating gasps, the air is full of moist and lingering breath...

And those eyes that are as clear and moving as a green lake full of lust...

Draco covered his face in the towel as the heat surged through his lower abdomen.

Draco is a little bit different today, what is different, and I can't sum it up well.

Pansy blew on the freshly applied cherry-colored nail polish, squinting her eyes to look at the tall and slender boy from far and near.

A neatly pressed white shirt, a soft sable fur vest, and a delicate silver-green tie... Even the two jeweled cufflinks on the cuffs with the Malfoy crest printed on them are the same as before.

That's it...Pansy stared at the black robe behind him, which was shaking regularly with his footsteps, with flickering eyes.The position is a little coquettish...

Compared with the gloomy boy with low pressure in the previous month, the guy who is walking quickly now looks very happy and happy.

If it wasn't for the fact that he knew how stubborn... haughty Draco Malfoy was, he might have thought that he had successfully confessed.

"Good morning, Pansy." Draco sat down lightly. "Wish there were cream bars I like this morning instead of a few greasy sausages."

"Hmph, cream bars." Pansy sneered self-deprecatingly. "Good morning, Draco."

Immediately, he turned his head and gestured to Blaise next to him with joy, and then he was staring blankly at the plate of bacon sandwiches that had just appeared in front of him.

"I thought you at least knew something about what happened." Pansy looked at him sharply.

"Maybe I saw it inadvertently?" Blaise was still immersed in a half-asleep, and he shrugged to show that he was completely unaware. "Discovering the savior may not be as tasty as a milk bar."

"You're hopeless for Blaise."

Draco concentrated on stirring the polenta in the bowl with one hand, resting his chin slightly with the other.With a pause of his hand, he raised his head as if in response, his gray-blue eyes deftly passed through the obstructive head and faced a pair of green pupils.

As if being stabbed invisibly, the other party's eyes shrank for a moment, and then were instantly filled with provocation.

Silly bird Potter, with his mysterious and powerful power, thought he could conquer a pure-blood wizard.

Draco didn't cast a cold glance at him before lowering his head like before, but raised his head and gave him a contemptuous smile.

Unsurprisingly, the other party stared at him pretending to be angry.

A duplicity savior.Draco stared back, the metal spoon fell from his hand and fell into the plate with a harsh but crisp sound.

"Harry, what classes do you have this morning?"

"Harry?"

"Harry?"

"..." Hermione looked at the black-haired boy who was distracted early in the morning with a little surprise, his head was raised high, and his green eyes were bright.My heart skipped a beat, I haven't seen him so energetic for a long time, and the uneasy premonition gradually became stronger while I felt relieved.

With his focused eyes looking over, Hermione's body paused, as expected!It was the boy with the unmistakable pale blond hair, Draco Malfoy!

I couldn't help but use my left hand to hold my forehead, how did they manage to act like no one else was there?Subconsciously looking at the two close friends next to Draco, Blaise drank the juice slowly, while Pansy pushed the plate of sweet and greasy cream bars to Draco's front without noticing.Was she the only one who felt something was wrong?Hermione wrinkled her nose, suddenly feeling redundant.

In the past month, Harry had suddenly spent more time with them, which couldn't help but make people suspicious.And his worrisome passivity is inexplicably suspicious.And as long as all these doubts are placed on an unacceptable point...then everything will go smoothly.

Turning his head to look at the red-haired boy who was eating a sandwich, he unconsciously slowed down his eating after meeting Hermione's strange gaze.

It seems sometimes too smart is not good.

"Clatter..." All kinds of owls flew from the window and the gate with packages of all sizes, and the packages were thrown onto the dining table like a hailstorm.

Everyone's eating was interrupted, and the auditorium became noisy in an instant. Harry also shyly withdrew his gaze following the appearance of the beautiful snowy owl.

The beautiful girl waved her white wings and flew towards him against the sunlight.

Harry flatteringly stretched out his right arm to give her a place to stay. Hedwig seemed to be very useful, and compared to those gray owls who directly smashed into the plate, they looked more arrogant and well-behaved.

Harry took a letter, the familiar pale green envelope.

After his Quidditch field incident entered the medical office, his dear godfather deeply realized that the baby godson was not only a mysterious and scary boy with small thoughts, but also a lonely and vulnerable child with no protection.

When Sirius insisted that he take leave of absence to go to St. Mungo's for a long-term inspection and recuperation, he had been fighting this invisible war for at least a week.

Fortunately, he was not taken away forcibly after he was steadfast and made a promise to ask for leave immediately if he suffered from fatigue again.

Since then, their letters have become more frequent, and their feelings have also begun to be cultivated in every bit of life, just like in the previous life.Harry smiled warmly as he opened the envelope and read it.

"Harry!" Ron tried to grab Harry's arm through Hermione, causing Hermione to push him angrily. "Dean seems to have received a love letter."

With a heartbeat, Harry looked up to the noisy little area beyond the table.

The pink letter paper fluttered and turned into countless hearts, and then all of them fell into the plate full of toast and turned into foam.

People around were making noise, while Dean's face was flushed and stiff.

Harry had some recollection of the event, as if it were a daring Hufflepuff girl who soon became Dean's first girlfriend.

"Oh, look at him." Ron blinked his light golden eyelashes vigorously, making an expression of exclamation. "He must be very happy."

"Excellent." Hermione kept nodding aside

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"You think this is great?" Ron looked at Hermione in disbelief. "I didn't know you'd like this, Hermione, I thought you resisted that."

Facing Hermione's incomprehensible eyes, Ron continued without hesitation. "I thought you would hate everything that had nothing to do with studies."

"Hey!" Hermione said angrily as she clamped the book in her hand firmly into the crook of her arm, staring at Ron's face. "Why should I hate other people's affairs? Also... I don't hate everything that has nothing to do with studying."

Ron shrank his neck and looked at Harry for help, but was disappointed to find that his good brother was sitting by the side, staring blankly at the puddle of pink foam on Dean's plate.

Love letter, I seem to have learned a wonderful idea of ​​confession!

The author has something to say: Only you think such a clumsy way of confession is wonderful @[email protected] (brazenly complaining about myself)