HP leap time

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Hey!Scarhead, I heard you like me?

In the History of Magic class, Pansy piled a few thick books in front of the table and next to his left hand, then hid in his small space and began to seriously paint his nails with a layer of translucent light red, light, Nails with a touch of glitter look extra sparkly and pretty in the rich afternoon sun.

She sits on the side of the aisle, so she needs to be extra careful that Professor Binns walks around here with a textbook, even if Blaise next to him says that you eat spaghetti under his nose, he won't pay attention to you... But then Anyway, she hadn't worried about the professor in the first place, all she cared about was the group of Gryffindors across the corridor.

Pansy turned her head and looked through the air stained by the sun outside the window to see Harry Potter sitting on the other side of the corridor, oh, and his friends.

Pansy thought that even though they were all pretty much sleeping on their textbooks (except that Granger), she didn't want to do something personal in front of them.

Why wouldn't she want to?Pansy secretly raised his head and looked over there, for example, Ron Weasley's saliva dripped on the table, disgusting!For example, Neville Longbottom played with a triangular glass block intently, making the arcs of sunlight reflected everywhere, disgusting!For example, Harry Potter is now drawing on his own parchment, boring! ...And she can see clearly when she tilts her head slightly... This is the consequence of not intentionally covering it.

What is Harry Potter drawing in boredom?A golden snitch with a broom underneath?Maybe another bad devil's web on top of the Snitch...

No, no... This is a strange thing, it looks like a mutated native or a hairy lollipop... Pansy laughed at the savior's style of painting in his heart while putting away the thing Just sit there idly admiring your nails.

When Professor Binns stopped to take a sip of tea, Pansy noticed that Harry Potter, who was next to him in the aisle, was looking at his painting and giggling. He was alone and strange.

Pansy straightened up curiously and maintained the posture just now to look at the painting he placed on the table. It was still the same mess, except for adding a few weird circle effects.At this moment, Harry Potter moved. He waved his sleeves and raised his eyebrows, and wrote on the side:

Dracomalfoy

Then add an arrow.

"Pfft." Pansy muffled his indecent laughter into his small space, and because of the violent movements, he still woke up Blaise, who was drowsy with his arms on his pillow.

"What's the matter with you?" Blaise rubbed his eyes, his face was full of tiredness, Pansy was still smiling mysteriously at him and gesturing to Draco next to Blaise.

The blond boy sat there with one arm propped up. From her angle, she could only see the tapered chin under the light-colored thin lips, and the white and slender neck that was exposed outside the shirt.

"Tell Draco that Harry Potter was sneakily painting him," Pansy said quickly, blinking, her voice full of laughter.

"Oh." Blaise nodded in a trance, poked the blond boy, and Draco's head slipped from his palm and almost fell onto the table.

"Why?" Raising his sleepy blue-gray eyes, Draco blushed on the left side, which was the imprint of his hand.

"Harry Potter is watching you secretly?" Blaise said furtively, blinking, is that what Pansy just said?

"What did you say?" Draco was stunned for a second, looking at me for what?Subconsciously, he began to brush his hair with his hands, gathered his neckline, put the green tie back neatly, and pretended to be impatient.

"Pansy said Harry Potter was looking at you," Bracey murmured again, as Pansy tugged at his arm.

"Tell Draco, it's been a long time..." There was another burst of suppressed laughter.

"She asked me to tell you, Harry Potter has been watching for a long time." Blaise said, curling his lips. "Wait, don't look at him now, Draco, it's embarrassing, you should pretend you don't know anything and grab something."

"Why is he watching me sleep?" Draco frowned and restrained himself from raising his head abruptly. He always felt something was wrong in his heart, but he couldn't say it.

"Is there any reason, Draco." Blaise winked and touched Draco's arm ambiguously. "What's the difference between that and me peeking at pretty girls in class?"

"You mean..." Draco pursed his lips into a smile, and buried his head in it too. "Harry Potter... thinks I'm..."

"Sexy?" Draco reached out and turned over the collar of the white shirt, unbuttoning the second button to reveal a small piece of fair skin under the collarbone.

Pansy tugged on La Brese's sleeve again, and Blaise moved into the girl's private space with a late gesture to Draco.

As soon as Blaise got down on the ground, Draco felt that he was completely exposed to the air. The sunlight and the earthy air around him became sharp, as if a beam of warm light swept across the corridor from the left and hit him Come.It swept over his face, neck, and collarbone, which made him feel tense and flustered, and it seemed that there was a gust of hot wind, brushing over his lips, earlobes, and Adam's apple, and then flowing wantonly on the skin To linger till the fire is planted and wait for it to spread reddish over it...

"Tell Draco," Pansy said in a low voice. "Harry Potter has laughed at him for a lesson, and if he doesn't do something about it...he's likely to show it to someone else..."

"What do you mean by showing it to other people?" Blaise thought ignorantly, trying to figure things out, and he secretly glanced at the black-haired boy from above the books Pansy piled aside.

Harry Potter was smirking with his head propped up, his green eyes bent into crescent moons, and his skin that looked a little fair in the sun was pale pink...

Tsk tsk tsk, it looks like someone in love.

"It will be shared with other people." Pan Xi explained casually.

Look at Harry Potter's smirk, he may not even believe that he can draw such an ugly thing one day.

"Draco." Blaise raised his body again and said solemnly in Draco's ear. "Harry Potter seems to have smirked at you for a class, Merlin, didn't you see his smile, it's like taking a love potion..."

"Is there?" Draco propped up one arm, rested his left cheek in his palm, and looked at Blaise with his pale eyes awkwardly.

"Pansy said that if you don't do something...he might tell other people about it..." Blaise shook his head with his hands spread out, then added after a pause. "About the fact that he loves you to death..."

"Why would he tell anyone else?" Draco frowned and touched his earlobe.

"Maybe one person can't bear this fact?" Blaise curled his lips. "Look, he knows you hate him, you've always been against him... Poor Potter can only suppress his emotions, suppressed, afraid of being hurt..."

"That's none of my business?" Draco opened the textbook, picked up the quill, and the long white feather inadvertently ran across his jaw, reaching the well-curved lower lip.

But I couldn't help but start to think about Harry Potter's appearance in my mind, raised those green pupils to look at him hesitantly, and looked at him from the side of the aisle through his lenses.A ray of sunlight fell on his side face, on his faint smile, on his shiny black hair...

The heart couldn't help thumping, Harry Potter seemed to have peeked at him more than once, Draco recalled, sifting through his memory, those eyes and the contact and intersection of those eyes.

Whether it is in the auditorium filled with the smell of bread, or in the aisle full of candles, the Quidditch field with reddish thin clouds in the sky, or the Honeydukes candy shop smelling of mint after every snow... They are in They had stared at each other in many places, and he thought it was the usual hatred between opponents.To be honest, they are indeed very similar, with staring eyes and mouth showing their teeth... But he never thought that there are other different meanings in those green eyes... Maybe Harry Potter was peeking at him before he noticed him. he...

Draco automatically blocked Blaise's chatter, rolled his eyes and looked over there.

His gaze flicked over a beam of missed sunlight, and collided with those green eyes.

Malfoy actually reacted and looked over!Harry's eyes widened suddenly, and he turned over the drawing paper that had been transformed into a more vivid image with some guilt. He just happened to glance over there.

If this unfinished work is seen by the other party in advance, it may die early before the awakened Ron can appreciate it...

Harry came to his senses quickly, and looked calmly into those inquiring blue-gray eyes.

Pulling his eyelids and sticking out his tongue, grinning his teeth, Harry made a successful grimace, then rolled his eyes and lowered his head, without changing his expression, he placed a new roll of parchment on it.

Draco's heart throbbed uncontrollably, the black-haired boy's peeking was still caught by him, careful, twitching, restless, panicked...

What was that ugly grimace trying to hide?Are you shy... My mind began to involuntarily recall the appearance of the sun rippling in those green pupils...

Fuck, why does it feel like, a little bit cute?

I must be crazy...

"It's boring enough," Pansy told Blaise. "However, Draco's reaction is commendable. At least he didn't fight with Potter's paper plane in class like before, and he didn't discuss with Goyle and Crabbe how to block him after class... This is a mature performance..."

"Anyone who encounters such a thing will be a little surprised..." Blaise scratched his head with an expression of thinking too much. "Draco might just be at a loss..."

"No no." Pansy immediately denied him, and she looked at Draco who was sitting there and started fiddling with his fingers uneasily. "If only he'd been talking bad about Harry Potter to us with his mouth shut..."

"He might just be a little scared..." Blaise shrugged, who would suddenly find out that the guy who hated him was actually interested in him? "This thing is indeed a bit weird and scary."

"Afraid?" Draco moved his head closer, lowered his face, and gave Blaise a hard look, obviously he felt that he had grasped the key word. "How could I be afraid of that idiot with the scar on his head!"

"I'm just thinking of a surefire plan that is absolutely beneficial to me." Draco raised the corner of his mouth and showed a triumphant smirk. "Not only do I want to trample on the other person's self-esteem, but I also want him to treat me...he can't stop!"

Pansy took a weird look at Blaise and Draco who were smiling at each other, feeling an inexplicable...excitement in her heart...

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After the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Harry began to pack his things in a hurry, books, quills, ink... The red-haired boy next to him stood up and stretched a lot...

"Oooohhh...you knocked over my ink!" screamed Hermione, pushing Ron hard as she pulled her matted hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." There were still a few light red bookmarks on Ron's face, he hurriedly straightened the ink bottle, and quickly picked up the ink-stained parchment and the books that hit the ground...

The students in the classroom all bustled away from the aisle one after another, and Professor Binns disappeared through the wall...Harry stood in the aisle waiting for them with a few books that he couldn't put down in his arms. The setting sun dyed the nape of his neck orange-pink.

"Hey, Potter." The blond boy gathered his robes, narrowed his gray eyes and smiled wickedly, and his small white canine teeth gleamed at the corners of his mouth.

Harry turned around with a wrinkled face, and saw the Slytherin who was already half a head taller than him and led a group of followers to block him firmly in the aisle...

"So what..." Harry had just opened his mouth when his partner took two steps forward and pushed him hard against the table. With a muffled sound, the pain in his waist made Harry's mind go blank for an instant, and his hands The books in the book crashed to the ground.

Grass it grandma!Do you do it as soon as you come up? !

Anger was burning in his heart, and before Harry could raise his leg to give a beautiful whirlwind kick, the tie was pulled hard!

Pull it, pull it... pull it, pull it...

Something soft and hot was stuck to the mouth...

His heartbeat stopped suddenly, and his ears were filled with the sound of whistling wind, as if sitting on Buckbeak and flying across an entire rolling valley...

Draco's cheeks were hot and he kissed that lip. His tongue slipped through the gap between the other's teeth and he didn't dare to stick it in. He gently sucked the other's lips a few times, and then bit his soft chin provocatively. lips.

There were gasps in my ears.

"Maybe I haven't woken up yet..." Ron muttered, Hermione's ink bottle fell to the ground again, and the harsh crash echoed in the silent classroom...

Draco let him go, looked back triumphantly at Pansy and Gore Crabbe who were still in shock, and then looked back at Harry, licking the corner of his mouth ambiguously.

"Aren't you happy, Potter?"

Whhhhhh what the hell? ?Harry froze, feeling something pop in his head.

Open... Open your father's heart!