[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

Draco handed the meeting materials to Deni with a calm expression, and walked towards the tea room under the gaze of many employees.When he went in, he took the door with him, but it was not closed tightly. The door panel creaked and shook for a while, and stopped in a half-open state. It could not block the view, but only aroused more curiosity.

"What are you doing?" he asked casually.

William pointed to the coffee machine next to him with his chin, and Draco just glanced at it: "You can leave this to the secretary."

"But I have always made coffee myself." William shrugged, not very accepting of coffee made by other people, and judging from Draco's acceptance when dining outside, he knew that the coffee he made for outsiders was the same Do not catch a cold.

"Just coffee?" Draco raised his eyebrows, approached William step by step, pulled his tie, made him bend down, and asked in his ear, "What happened to that girl just now?"

William smiled and bowed his head in cooperation: "She is very curious about our relationship, but I think she is probably not the only curious person here."

The movements of the two people were exposed to everyone's sight through the half-open door, and William's half-acute hearing of the vampire could pick up countless gasps.He raised his eyebrows, looked sideways at Draco, who obviously did it on purpose, and let his eyelashes brush Draco's forehead at a very close distance, this small movement was immediately caught by the gossip crowd, and there was another burst of excited murmurs .

The purpose of swearing sovereignty has been achieved, Draco let go of his hand and let William stand up straight: "There is still something to be decided by the president, stay here with me?"

William smiled, looked at him tenderly and intently, and said softly, "I can't think of any other choice."

Under his aggressive eyes, Draco's pale complexion quickly turned pink, and he almost didn't catch President Fan Er.

"Cough..." He walked towards the door uncomfortably, turned around after a few steps, and grabbed William's wrist: "Come with me, just stay in my office."

When passing by Denis, he grabbed his meeting materials and entered his office non-stop, closing the door with a snap.

……

President Malfoy, who accompanied his fiancé to work, did not enjoy it as much as everyone thought.The Merlin Group is the first step for the Malfoy family, and even the entire Slytherin, to return to the magical world, and Draco couldn't be more serious about it.For a whole day, he had been buried in various documents, and William, who was completely ignored, took some time to choose the target of the second business in a few months, and kept observing Draco idly.

This was the first time he was in the position of not worrying about anything, watching Draco concentrate on being busy.It's like a popular saying in a bad street - the man who works hard is the most attractive.At this time, Draco didn't notice that the other person in the room was looking at him all the time, his eyes were fixed on the computer all the time, his expression was serious and focused, his beautiful blue-gray eyes were hidden behind the lens, but he was more beautiful than usual. It has added a different kind of charm that makes people unable to take their eyes off.

On the second day after the two returned to the UK, they unknowingly made a complete contribution to the Merlin Group. By the time Draco closed the documents and prepared to go home, it was already dead of night.

He took off his glasses, turned his back on the dreamlike night scene of London, and walked to the other side of the office.William nestled quietly on the sofa, covered his face with a fashion magazine provided by a staff member a few hours ago, and fell asleep.

Seeing him curled up quietly on the sofa, hugging the pillow in his arms, unable to stretch his legs, the corner of Draco's mouth curled up slightly, he bent down, half-kneeled in front of William, and gently shook his Shoulder.

"William?"

"Hmm..." The man moved forward following Draco's familiar voice, and soon half of his body was already hanging outside the sofa.

"William, wake up." Draco whispered in his ear, lying on the edge of the sofa, blocking his way to continue falling.

William still had his eyes closed, raised one eyebrow, very suspicious that Draco called him in such a voice, and simply didn't want him to get up.

"William?" The boy moved forward and simply lay on top of him.William pursed his lips, put his arms around his waist, turned over, picked him up on the sofa, and laid him on his chest.

"Hey!" Draco stood up and stared at him dissatisfied: "Get up, I don't want to sleep in the office tonight."

William raised his eyebrows, not knowing what interesting content he heard from his words, he smiled meaningfully, wrapped Draco's hand but let him go as he wanted, and waited for Draco to run away Afterwards, he also stood up, moving his body that had been curled up for a long time and was somewhat stiff.

Finally tossing William up, Draco returned to his desk and turned off the computer.The browser was open, which William should have opened during the morning meeting.Draco didn't pay much attention. He wanted to close it directly, but he was attracted by the names of Sherlock and Watson on the title of the page, so he clicked in and took a look.

This glance made his eyes widen in an instant, and he suddenly turned his head to look at William.The man on the other side of the sofa seemed to have sensed something, turned his head just in time to meet his gaze, and smiled at him habitually.

"You liked the gossip about Sherlock and Watson!" Draco dared not reply.

William raised his eyebrows, still a little unconscious: "I'm just a little bored, I didn't expect it to be so surprising."

Draco rolled his eyes and said helplessly, "You are using my account." Seeing William continued to look at him inexplicably, Draco explained in another way: "You are using the president of the Merlin Group." account!"

William froze for a moment, but soon returned to the state of just waking up, and shrugged indifferently: "It's okay, everyone likes to gossip, and occasionally a like will make you more popular." He stood up and helped Draco turned off the computer, pulled him out of the office, walked through the empty corridor, and entered the elevator: "Go home, Mr. Workaholic."

Deni had already rushed to the night show, and there was only a black Bentley parked there alone in the underground garage.The two got into the car, crossed several main roads in London that had passed the rush hour in the brightly lit night, and soon returned to Baker Street.

Watson didn't know what he was busy with that day, but he came back as late as they did.William wanted to say hello, but the gentle and easy-going doctor walked straight into 221b and closed the door with a bang.

There is no doubt that he already knew what was going on on the Internet.

"Occasionally a like will make you more popular." Draco stood aside with arms crossed, gloating at William.He didn't bother with the two people next door, and pointed to another ugly high-end off-road vehicle at the gate of 220, frowning in disgust: "Whose car is this? If no one moves it, I will give it to the towing company." called."

William glanced at the license plate, searched his memory, and shook his head: "I don't know."

"Merlin!" Draco glanced at the car again, turned his back unbearably, and prepared to go back to 220 to make a call.

The door to 221b next door was opened in time, preventing an accidental injury.Mrs. Hudson poked her head out, waved to them, and beckoned them to come over.

Seeing her, Draco just stopped at the door of the house and didn't go there, but he didn't continue to open the door.As usual, William cooperated with Mrs. Hudson very much. When he walked over, he saw three familiar young people standing behind her.

Seeing these three faces, you can know who the car in front of your house belongs to without thinking about it.

"Good day, William." Marcus grinned, and shook the car key in his hand triumphantly: "This is my new one, isn't it beautiful?"

William didn't say he was beautiful or ugly, and nodded slightly with a smile, ignoring the question directly: "Hi, Marcus, Blaise, Pansy." He glanced at Draco as he spoke, The boy who had heard their conversation clicked his tongue and walked over slowly: "Marcus, your eyes are still the same as before."

Marcus, who had always been obsessed with himself, didn't hear the sarcasm in his words, laughed as if he was being praised, shook the car keys in his hand, and hugged Draco: "Hi, long time no see."

"It's only a few days." Draco let him hug for two seconds, and then pushed away his dusty embrace: "Let's go, go to my house."

The four young people walked towards No. 220 first, and William followed behind them, smiling politely at Mrs. Hudson: "Thank you for entertaining them."

Mrs. Hudson looked very happy: "It's okay, I'm happy to help you. I used to think that Draco didn't have any friends of the same age, but now it seems that I may be thinking too much. But..." She saw a few A guest had already walked into the gate of No. 220 under the leadership of Draco, and then he lowered his voice and suggested in William's ear: "These people are a bit weird, it's better to tell Draco to keep a little distance from them. "

William's smile deepened a little, but he still nodded calmly to Mrs. Hudson, agreeing to her proposal: "I will find time to talk to Draco."

……

On the other hand, the Slytherins and the others entered 220 Baker Street as if they had entered a tourist attraction during the free time. They had to visit everywhere, trying to find something different from William Schiller.It turns out that the most special thing about William is that there is no magic in his house!

In the whole of No. 220, except for the huge Draco portrait on the ceiling of Draco's room, there is no trace of magic.It was like an ordinary Muggle apartment that couldn't be more ordinary, no different from the dozens or hundreds of other apartments on Baker Street.

"Don't look," Draco explained. "He likes to separate wizarding life from Muggle life. In Muggle London, live by Muggle rules."

Only the two boys listened to what he said. Pan Xi has been standing at the door of his room, looking up at the delicate and three-dimensional ceiling, like a real portrait of Draco, with envious little stars in his eyes, muttering to himself Said: "It's really beautiful."

Blaise also came over to take a look, and immediately laughed: "Obviously, our Master Malfoy doesn't need to care about William's rules."

Draco raised his eyebrows, without specifically explaining that he didn't prepare the painting himself. When No. 220 was rebuilt, he thought it was just restoring the original appearance here. Who knew that William would personally break the rules he set and give him a big gift?