[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

There is a big difference between Draco's tongue that has been dealing with sweets all year round and William's non-scrupulous meat and vegetables.Seeing his pale face, as if he had drunk a drug, William realized that he didn't know enough about the lethality of this potion.In his eyes, "a bit strange" is probably not as simple as "unacceptable" to Draco.

Perhaps it really should take a moment to address the taste issue?He rubbed his nose, thinking a little guilty, but quickly denied the idea himself.

Kingsley already knew about memory magic, which meant that Draco's sequelae had to be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise he would not only be in danger, but the memory leaks from time to time might reveal how he passed the Veritaserum test. Leitlin's plan to return falls short.This was unacceptable to Draco, and William, watching his efforts for Slytherin, understood deeply how important returning was to Draco, and to the Malfoy family.

"Cough..." He walked to the kitchen door and coughed deliberately to attract Draco's attention.The boy frowned and turned his head, his eyes still burning, staring at him very impolitely.However, perhaps because he was facing William, Draco's stare unconsciously felt a little more coquettish, fierce and cute.

William immediately turned his face to the side, trying to restrain the smile on the corner of his mouth, almost forgetting that he was looking for something to divert Draco's attention.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked, staring at him.

"We should go to the next door." William said as he walked over and grabbed his arm to prevent him from hiding further, so as not to get too close to the knife holder and accidentally hurt him.

After being reminded, Draco woke up from the potion, remembering that Hope was still at Mrs. Hudson's.

Since the baby came to England, he was always busy with the wizarding world, and Hope was basically taken care of by William.Sometimes in order to be with him, William can't take care of Hope, so he can only let her stay next door.

Draco has always felt guilty for this. Although Mrs. Hudson likes Hope very much and takes care of her no worse than her own grandson, this does not change his dereliction of duty as a genuine relative.

It was already midnight at this time, Baker Street was completely immersed in sleep, and there was no one there.As soon as Draco went out, he stopped hesitantly.

"To pick up Hope at this time?" He turned around and asked uncertainly.

William didn't think there was a problem at all, and went directly to ring the doorbell of 221b: "Don't worry, Mrs. Hudson knows that Sherlock is going to pick John up today, so she must be still waiting. We'd better tell John the news she."

As expected, the door of 221b was opened very quickly. Mrs. Hudson appeared at the door with a look of surprise, and her face collapsed immediately after seeing William and Draco: "Why are you? Where are John and Sherlock?"

William smiled: "They won't be coming back tonight."

"Why?" Mrs. Hudson became nervous: "Is something wrong?"

William shook his head: "No. Sherlock needs to take John to check his physical condition, and you can see them tomorrow. I guarantee that both of them are alive and kicking."

"That's good." Mrs. Hudson patted her heart, and finally laughed: "Are you going to take Hope back?"

"Yes." William said, "Thank you for helping us take care of her."

Mrs. Hudson let them in and led them to Hope's crib.

"It's nothing, I like to take care of children, look at how cute this little face is!" She stroked Hope's soft chin, watched William gently pick up the baby, and said goodbye in a low voice.

Draco didn't say anything along the way, except to greet Mrs. Hudson out of courtesy when entering and leaving the house.

The baby's return seemed to calm him down a bit. William saw him lying on the side of the cradle, playing with Hope's little fleshy hand, couldn't help smiling, and silently left the bedroom.

William originally just went to clean up the dresses that the two had thrown in the living room after they got home. As a result, 10 minutes later, when he came back with warm milk, the bedroom door had been locked from the inside.

"Draco?" He shook his head dumbfounded, and called softly through the door.

"Why don't you go back to your room." Draco's voice came out, and he could hear the sleeping baby so he consciously lowered the volume, but because he was standing on the other side of the door, the words that came out remained the same. clear.

For Norway, Allen's magic circle couldn't trap William, let alone an ordinary door.William touched the door panel with one hand, and the magic power gathered in his palm. It only needed a slight push to open the door, but he was stuck on this action.

There is no place in the world that William can't get into, and the ordinary Muggle door in front of him is of course the same.But the fact that Draco didn't want him to enter successfully restrained him. No matter how powerful the magic power was, it couldn't be used in front of the door closed by Draco himself.

William stood outside for a while, and unsurprisingly, he chose to compromise.The milk glass in his hand slowly floated up, passed through the door panel, and was sent to Draco.

"I added honey, I hope it will make you feel better," he said softly through the door.

On the other side of the door, Draco slowly took the glass floating in front of his eyes.The temperature of the milk is just right, and the sweet fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose, which really relieves the nausea caused by many potions.

He curled his lips, took a sip reluctantly, took another sip, and drank the whole glass of milk slowly.

The strange taste in his mouth was finally covered up temporarily, Draco suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, lay down beside Hope's cradle bed, and said softly to the sleeping baby with a serious face: "You have a very annoying brother."

Little Hope slept with his limbs wide open and his mouth slightly open. He waved his little hand in his sleep, as if to cater to Draco's words, and the big boy lying beside the bed couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"You think he's annoying too, don't you?" Draco rested his hands on his chin, his blue-gray eyes blinked, and his smile gathered into bright stars.

He crawled onto the bed, buried himself in the soft quilt, and stared at the empty glass on the table with one eye.

"Good night, William." He muttered softly, with a smile on his lips, and slowly fell asleep.

When Draco woke up the next morning, Hope was no longer in his room.He rubbed his eyes, and it took him half a beat to remember that Hope seemed to cry once last night, but before he was fully awakened, William had already tiptoed in and carried Hope out.He glanced at it in a daze and then fell asleep again.

Draco half-closed his eyes, walked out of the bedroom with a head of messy hair that just got up, swayed into the bathroom, and swayed to the kitchen door half an hour later, lying limply on the door frame, watching William slightly bent over, carefully looking at the Arrange fruit pieces on the finished cheesecake.

Hope sat in the baby chair, clapped his hands excitedly when he saw Draco at the door, and babbled baby talk to him.

William pursed his lips, and before he could turn around, Draco had swayed over, put his arms around his waist from behind, lay on his back, and pressed him back to his original position.

"Aren't you angry?" William asked, raising his eyebrows, and continued to place fruit pieces on the cake.

Draco smiled and nodded, and kissed William's neck several times, not forgetting to add: "It's all for the sake of the cheesecake." He leaned over and quickly took the strawberry in William's hand, But he just bit it between his lips and didn't swallow it.

At this time, he was still wearing a loose pajamas, and the open neckline could clearly see the line from the neck to the collarbone.There was a bright red strawberry between the pink lips, and the blue-gray eyes looked at William with a smile.

It was just a simple movement, and William's eyes darkened instantly, and he couldn't help but be tempted to lower his head, approach Draco's lips, and share the sweet and sour taste of the same strawberry with him.

The kiss lasted for a long time, and when the two parted, they were both panting, and Draco put his head on William's shoulder and couldn't help laughing.

"William."

"Huh?" William lowered his head, rubbing his chin against the boy's short platinum hair.

"It's nothing." Draco shook his head again, lay on top of him lazily, stretched his arms, and directly broke a piece of cake.

William looked at him with a smile: "I haven't finished it yet."

"It's for me, right? Then I can eat whatever I want." Draco said, sneaking a side face covered in cake crumbs to rub William's chin.

William smiled, pretending not to notice his little prank, he picked up a piece of mango and fed it to his mouth.The boy's soft lips gently brushed against his fingertips, leaving a crisp and itchy touch.

"I want creme brulee for afternoon tea," Draco demanded.

William turned his back silently, couldn't help rubbing his fingers, and restrained the impulse just now.

"Not today, we have to pick up Sherlock and John from Zabini's house."

Draco glared at him dissatisfied, and the red lips that had just been kissed pouted slightly, and William could only obediently surrender within a few seconds.

"Okay. I think they'd be willing to lend me the kitchen."