Dark Lord, please let go

Xia Feike's interest in Draco is obviously very strong, and she seems to have not heard the rumors that Draco is a bastard who can make girls cry, which makes Xia Feike's hand still firmly in the Draco's arm.

"Oh, dear Draco, do you have something important to do with Senior Riddle, if possible..."

Before Shafik could finish his sentence, Draco's pale face was already blushing. Of course, he was not shy, but was annoyed by the whispers of others in the common room. He was now being treated like an idiot. Onlookers.

"No ifs, Miss Hafik." Tom raised his eyebrows, and roughly freed Draco's arm from Hafik's grasp.He curled his lips and said jokingly, "Draco is my sweetheart, and there is no one between us, so I can only feel sorry for you."

After speaking, he blinked at Draco.

The moment Tom finished speaking, Draco looked at Tom stiffly, as if he had been petrified.Draco had a crush on Tom, a fact he had known since he was in the first grade, but he never thought of what to express, who told him that the other party was a child "smaller" than himself, and he was also the future Dark Lord.

But now, what did Tom mean by these words?You must know that every time Kasim made fun of them, although Tom would not refute, he would not take the initiative to make fun of it.

Draco didn't speak, he didn't know what Tom meant, and didn't know if he should continue to joke along with him.Shafik didn't say anything, she liked this Malfoy boy from the very first moment she saw Draco, he was pure-blooded, good-looking, and had outstanding academic performance, so no one would object to her dating Draco.But what seemed like a joke made Xia Feike unable to say anything, she could see the madness in Senior Riddle's eyes, those words were definitely not a joke.

The people around were still whispering, but the three fell silent strangely.

"Tom, if you want Draco to be your sweetheart, shouldn't you get my consent first?" Abraxas stood in front of the three of them at some point, interrupting their embarrassing silence.

"You know, Draco is my younger brother." Abraxas smiled, as if he didn't see the weird atmosphere between the three, and joked with Tom on his own.

"I don't deny that he's your brother, but he grew up with me." Tom still held Draco's hand, and didn't let go even under the glance of Abraxas.

"I have to admit this." Abraxas made a distressed expression, then glanced at Shafik who was still looking at Draco nervously, and reminded with narrowed eyes, "Oh , Miss Shafik, your friends are waiting for you."

Abraxas raised his chin and looked at a corner of the common room, where two first-year girls were writing papers.

Draco dared to swear that the two first-year girls and Xia Feike must not be friends. Draco agreed with Abraxas's behavior of telling lies with his eyes open.

Receiving the hint from Abraxas, although Shafek was extremely dissatisfied, he still nodded politely at Abraxas, and finally looked at Draco reluctantly before walking towards her "friends".

"Draco, you bullied another girl. Three girls have shed tears because of you, and I sometimes have to admit that some of Gryffindor's words are true—" Abraxas turned to Draco Winking, "—like, Draco Malfoy's a jerk or something."

That's really sorry.Draco rolled his eyes, cursing inwardly.

In the past, the only girls Draco bullied were Miss Know-It-All, a good friend of the scar-headed savior, but now, the scope has expanded to all the houses, and even Hufflepuff, which has absolutely no intersection, which is really unfortunate.

After seeing Shafik, Tom's mood subtly improved, and he even played wizard chess with the bad guy Devlin in a good temper after dinner.

Draco was nestled on the sofa chair next to him, holding a magic book borrowed from the library to pass the time, but in fact he didn't read a single line of the book, he was still thinking about the one that Tom just mentioned Words - sweetheart.

This word made Draco suddenly enlightened. He always thought that he was like the scarhead savior and red-haired Weasley to Tom. Although he didn't like red-haired, he couldn't deny that their relationship was really good.But when Draco heard the word sweetheart from Tom's mouth, he actually felt moved, and even Tom looked more handsome, making him unable to move his eyes away.Draco knew that he was terrible, and his affection for Tom could not be explained by a close friend.

Taking his eyes off the page, Draco looked at Tom, who was playing wizard chess with Devlin.Although he is only 12 years old, Tom is taller than his peers. He looks like a senior student. He always has an incomprehensible smile on his face, but it makes people feel warm.

As if feeling Draco's gaze, the obsidian eyes met Draco's gaze, and Draco could feel the smile in those eyes.

Draco raised his eyebrows and smirked at Tom without the slightest shyness.What a joke, he is a Malfoy, even if the person he likes is the Dark Lord, he will never show weakness, the word "shy" will never appear on a Malfoy.

Tom didn't keep his eyes on Draco for a long time. He turned his head and continued to play chess with Devlin just for a moment. Lin's chess pieces were smashed into pieces one by one.

Kasim finally gave up and stopped giving Devlin any more moves. The more moves he made, the faster Devlin's pieces would be broken.Kasim sat back on the sofa chair in frustration, then blinked at Draco who was pretending to be reading, and whispered: "It seems that you have figured it out Draco, I thought you would still have to struggle for a while meeting."

"Which aspect are you referring to?" Draco didn't even bother to raise his head, and continued to stare at the fugue of the letters on the page that he had read no less than ten times.

"Of course it refers to the sweetheart." Kasim looked at Draco with a half-smile, "I'm the first to see it, am I not? Sometimes my intuition is so accurate."

"Maybe you'll be an Auror or something, so you can use your gut-wrenching instincts to bring criminals to justice."

"…Oh, don't be like that Draco." Kasim surrendered, only a little more curious, but absolutely harmless, he could swear on it. "I bet the girls at Hogwarts will be sad tomorrow that their Slytherin princes belong."

"I agree with your words." Draco finally moved his eyes away from the book, he closed the book, and nodded at Kasim, "And the number of sad people will be more than you expected , because the Slytherin nerds have their own way too."

After finishing speaking, Draco lightly kicked Tom's calf, "I'm going back to the dormitory to rest. If you plan to continue playing chess with Devlin, please keep quiet when you go back to the dormitory. Wake up."

Before Tom could say anything, Kasim whistled from the side, "Oh, I thought you were going to invite Tom to rest together, it seems that my intuition is sometimes inaccurate."

Tom raised his eyebrows, looking at Draco's slightly flushed cheeks because of Kasim's words, he felt happy.He pushed the wizard chess in his hand into a ball, "I concede Devlin, let's continue next time."

"Oh, of course, in fact, if I continue to play, I should lose." Devlin's eyes quickly swept over Tom and Draco, "Then good night, Draco, Tom."

"Good night, Devlin."

Tom said good night to the others in the common room, then took Draco's hand very naturally, and returned to the dormitory under the mocking eyes of others.

Obviously no one spoke, but the two of them didn't feel embarrassed, as if it was normal for them to get along like this now.

Tom half leaned against the bed, watching Draco drive Locke and Adil off the sofa chair, watching him change into his nightgown and go into the bathroom until Draco came out Tom's eyes were still glued to Draco body.

"Oh, what the hell are you looking at?" Draco finally couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Some kind of glowing creature." Tom shrugged casually. "I think tomorrow I'll get a yelling letter from Mr. Malfoy asking why I abducted his nephew."

"Come on, Malfoy never sends Howler letters, and it's not Weasley the Red," Draco said sarcastically.

As soon as Draco finished speaking, his chin was pinched by a hand. Tom's obsidian eyes looked at Draco with warmth, "Why do you hate Weasley so much? I heard Abraxas say We weren't at Hogwarts when Weasley graduated."

Draco turned his head, but he didn't avoid Tom's hand, "I'm not born with a Weasley—" knocking Tom's hand off his chin, Draco continued: "You should be glad that Weasley has graduated from Hogwarts, otherwise I couldn't help but go to trouble him."

"Don't show such a cute expression, Draco. Also, I have to remind you that even if Weasley hasn't graduated, he's still your senior, and you should be polite accordingly."

Then, under Draco's furious gaze, Tom did what he'd always wanted to do, ruffled Draco's neatly combed hair with his hands, and it felt just as good as he'd imagined.

Draco continued to glar at Tom, as if trying to kill Tom with his eyes.It wasn't until Draco's chin was pinched by Tom again, and there was a warm and soft touch on his lips, that he was shocked to see Tom's enlarged face become normal size again.

Tom let go of Draco's hand, squinted his eyes at Draco for a while as if nothing had happened, and then said, "Good night, Draco."

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ps: I have a meeting this afternoon, I got off work late, and the update is late, please forgive me _(:з」∠)_