When Harry gritted his teeth and joined Draco, the two of them stopped panting, and he had to work hard to withstand Draco's weight and the strange gaze of his 'dear brother-in-law Lucius'. With a caring look on his face, he whispered to Draco to take a breath, as if it was natural for him to be here and not strange at all.
Yes, it's actually quite strange for a friend's mother to come with her when she has a baby. Whether it's a cousin, an aunt, or the godfather's sister, when they don't lack family members, it's always not polite for Harry to wait for them to give birth. He wasn't quite sure whether this was too rude for an ancient British aristocratic wizarding family.
But what can I do? Can I let Draco, who has weak legs, come here alone? When his father was not a gentle and considerate father - after all, not every father is like Charles, who puts majesty last and love first - I couldn't. Harry thought through this set of reasons firmly.
"Good afternoon, Uncle Lucius." Although it was not the right time, Harry still did his best to greet him. Lucius barely glanced at his sincere face, and then nodded perfunctorily without saying a word.
He seemed to want to express some opinions, but he was afraid of his brother-in-law who was pacing crazily behind him. Who knew whether this lunatic who had been in Azkaban for a long time would jump up and beat him up, or whether the man behind the boy would The power would be dissatisfied with him... He just swallowed all the bad words he wanted to say to the boy and couldn't help but sprout.
For Merlin's sake, his son was becoming increasingly strange and unpredictable, all thanks to 'that boy'. When a father in a noble family has difficulty controlling his son, even a father like Lucius who teaches and dotes on his son will feel extremely dissatisfied. The thoughts of young people are all unknown seeds. When you cannot control its place of origin, air, sunshine and water, it will be difficult for it to bloom the flowers you want or bear a desired fruit.
But when someone forced him, or reality forced him to let go... Lucius opened the collar of his robe, temporarily putting aside this troublesome problem, and stared nervously at the door of the delivery room. There is a small lamp hanging there. There is no fire in the lamp, but there is a small bronze statue of a witch holding a baby for baptism. If there is a fire, the witch and the baby move and sing, it will represent This sacred process of production has come to an end.
Sirius Black was pacing crazily behind his brother-in-law. Note the word, crazy. When Harry noticed him while feeling dizzy, he was pacing frantically back and forth every three seconds. He didn't say a word, but the face and Draco really looked like his uncle and nephew: the tight face even had lips. They were all so tight that they were sweating quietly.
Harry watched speechlessly as Draco was still rushing forward, so he had to pull his arm, yes, it was the arm that Pansy hugged just now, and then grabbed him, otherwise he would definitely collide with Sirius.
"Oh, oh, you're here, good." Sirius stopped pacing when he saw the two boys and put his arms around each other. Harry could smell the hot adult male breath on him and slapped him heavily. on the top of the head and neck, and the big hand on the shoulder was also covered with cold sweat, "Come here, nothing will happen, she will be fine, we hired the best therapist, and used the best potion." .”
Draco was extremely nervous, but he still managed to speak: "Of course I know - she will definitely be fine."
Harry twitched the corner of his mouth, looked to the left, and then looked up again, thinking that it would be best for these two people to look at their expressions before speaking.
"It's not easy to give birth." What Harry didn't expect was that Sirius, probably out of nervousness, started talking about old things incessantly, and from the perspective of a man who was not very careful, he paid so much attention to this matter. It was almost an attitude of respect. The man rubbed the tops of the two boys' heads and kept rubbing them, as if touching and looking at the two healthy boys would ensure that a healthy child would be born safely inside. " Narcissa is not very healthy." Sirius smacked his lips and recalled, "Yes, she was so thin that she had only a belly. She couldn't eat even if she ate repeatedly. I heard that Draco was born prematurely; Lily is relatively healthy, but She was also nervous when she gave birth to a baby for the first time, and James got pinched a lot, but Harry was extremely healthy when he was born, and his arms were as fat as chicken legs."
Lucius squinted his eyes at this unruly brother-in-law, and endured the urge to kick him out - his wife cared about this brother very much, and his wife was giving birth to a child. When a noble lady gave birth, she was there It is more dignified and more comforting for the mother to be accompanied by her family, so why can't we talk about it later?
A noble needs to learn to be patient, and a Malfoy needs to learn to be patient even more.
Draco's eyes never left the door. He couldn't help but said: "My mother is no longer the best age to have children..."
"Ron's mother gave birth to six children, and now I heard that she can still knock twins down," Harry tried to comfort him, "This shows that the medical treatment in the wizarding world is very secure..." Before he could finish his words, Draco was He glared hard.
"How can my mother compare with the red-headed family!" He growled, "Their family's ability to survive is better than anyone else, they are different! And my mother only has physical strength when shopping!"
"No, don't you think it's important for your brother and sister to buy something from her?" Harry couldn't laugh or cry. Although natural birth is indeed very laborious, isn't there also a caesarean section... Thinking of this, he paused again, wait a minute, the wizarding world Was there a caesarean section? There should be, right?
He glanced at Lucius, who had an unkind expression, and after thinking about it, he felt that as an uninvited person, it might be a good choice to swallow this potentially rude question for the time being.
Harry had no choice but to hold Draco's hand, clenching it tightly with one hand, and stroking the back of Draco's hand with the other, comforting him like a vigilant female cat, while also holding on to his slight nervousness and exploration of obstetrics and gynecology magic in the British wizarding world. The heart waits for the news inside.
Were my parents like this back then? He couldn't help but have such thoughts in his mind. After thinking about it for a while, when he turned his head again, he found that Draco was biting his lips nervously and clenching his fists tighter and tighter, as if he would faint in the next second. past.
Harry couldn't help but feel strange. You know, giving birth to a child is no longer a very dangerous thing in modern times. Why is Draco so nervous?
Could it be that the previous war in Cairo gave Draco a very bad psychological shadow?
Or is it because I don’t quite understand the situation in the wizarding world? Harry thought to himself.
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In fact, this matter is not as scary as the men think, nor is it as mysterious as the boys think.
In just three hours, the lamp hanging at the door became hot and shining, and the entire wall was lit up with the golden light of the gas inside. The witch inside sang and lifted the baby from the baptismal water. Hold it out, the song will be as soft and sweet as a lullaby,
As soon as the door was opened a crack, the soundproofing effect was gone. The cry of the baby made three of the four men present sob that they could hardly stand. They all breathed a sigh of relief involuntarily, and their moods also skyrocketed. At this time, even if the Dark Lord stood in front of them, it would probably be a bit beautiful in their eyes.
The remaining male, Harry, stood up and looked like he wanted to take a look inside, but he restrained himself. When Lucius came forward to ask and Sirius almost rushed in, he and Draco moved a few steps forward together, tilting his head to listen to the adults talking.
"How is my wife? How are the children?" Lucius asked with concern. The nervousness had made his whole body stiff and upright like a steel plate. Only now did he relax and regain some of his usual calmness.
"Mrs. Malfoy gave birth to a healthy boy safely," the witch, one of the healers, came out and stood at the door with a smile, and said to Lucius, "He is a bit small and a bit underweight, Mr. Malfoy, but I assure you that he Definitely a healthy little wizard. Mrs. Malfoy may need some more time to recuperate, but there is absolutely no big problem."
It is impossible to know whether a baby is a wizard or a squib when it is born. No matter how noble a family is, they will worry about a squib in the house. Therefore, although I know that there is no magic test in the world to 'whether it is a wizard', this sentence still pleases me very well. lucius. In any case, for a family with a small population, having another healthy child is a good thing.
He showed a smile that was more obvious than usual. After relaxing, he grabbed the one and nodded to the therapist: "Well, please, I want to go in to visit my wife and son."
When he said this, Draco had already pulled Harry and rushed in. Lucius was speechless with his eyes wide open. He felt that Draco was so impatient and embarrassed. But little did he know that Draco had changed since he came back from Cairo. Become an opportunist?
Practical lessons taught Draco a habit - when you want to do something, it's best to do it quickly.
So while the therapist was talking to Lucius, he slipped in through the gap, causing Harry, who was still holding him, to almost float with him. The two boys crept in together, but did not attract too much blame from the St. Mungo's therapists. After all, this was not the sixteenth century with low medical standards. The boys did not even see blood when they came in. Since the mother was in good spirits, the boys were allowed to visit Narcissa at her bedside.
Narcissa's spirit was indeed good. When she started giving birth, Lucius immediately informed Sirius. This was a sign of respect and a guarantee to comfort her. As the times changed, the risk to mothers was indeed getting smaller and smaller. With the population greatly reduced after the war, various potions and spells for fertility problems emerged one after another and became extremely popular.
If it was the era when Draco was born, she might have been worried about the war that might be launched at any time. Now she only needs to worry about whether the child's weight is not up to standard and whether she needs to be raised with extreme care in the future.
You know, the current society has one advantage - it is relatively peaceful.
"Mother!"
Draco immediately ran to Narcissa's bed and held her hand. Narcissa saw her son, although her face was tired, she still smiled and held his hand.
The therapists in dark green uniforms smiled at each other and made room for the boy who loved his mother. The two therapists also took out some of the used potion bottles and replaced them with a few new bottles. Come. Harry wisely stood a few steps back from Draco, quietly and unobtrusively, but he couldn't help but look at them curiously. With his reading capacity, he could only tell that one of the potions taken out was a blood replenishing potion and one was a wound cleaning potion (the unpleasant smell in the room that had not dissipated and the light purple smoke could prove this. ), but he couldn't identify the remaining bottles standing on the trolley nearby. He could only see that one bottle was a demulcent, and there was a porcelain sealed jar with a slightly open lid. Harry It can be seen that there is an ointment inside. Although the specific effect is not known, if it is applied to the pulse point, it can achieve the effect of incorporating herbs into it.
The therapists withdrew or dispersed one after another. Only one was still adjusting the potion in the bedside cart for Narcissa, mumbling a few spells with his wand. Harry could feel the pressure in this sealed room. The temperature rises a bit, and the illusion of a window substitute on the ceiling changes from green leaves to a flowing sky.
A sound caused Harry's head to turn from its upturned state. It was a cute sound, and it felt like a rubber ball bouncing softly on the ground. Just such a sound attracted Harry's heart.
He turned his head and saw a gorgeous, redundant cradle (perhaps with other functions) on the other side of Narcissa's bed. From Harry's perspective, he could only see a small thing moving slightly among the layers of soft fabric.
Like cubs.
Just a cub!
Harry's eyes lit up, like a light bulb turning on a switch. When Narcissa finished talking to her son softly, and saw the child again, she was amused to find that the boy was looking longingly at the cradle next to him, but he restrained any words or actions.
She was still holding Draco tightly with one hand, and held out her other hand to Harry.
"Come here, Harry," she said very gently. When Harry sheepishly stretched out his hand and asked her to hold the baby's slightly calloused hand, the mother who had just given birth couldn't help but feel filled with joy. Joy said, "No need to be restrained. I'm very happy that you can come with Draco. I haven't seen you for a long time. How are your father and brothers and sisters? I heard that there is a wedding in your family soon?"
She held one in each hand and looked at the two boys softly with her watery eyes, making Harry lower his head in embarrassment. Narcissa is a very typical aristocratic lady, but she is also an extremely gentle mother. For Harry, although she is complete in etiquette, she is gentle and approachable, reserved and reserved, but always willing to make snacks for her son and his friends. She can She scolded Sirius with a cold face, but she also liked to do her best to make the boys happy and comfortable. She was a very rare type of woman in Harry's life so far. Therefore, whenever she holds his hand with a smile, touches his face or arms, ears with her fingers, and there is a very light fragrance lingering around her, he can't help but want to get close to her. But I couldn't help but feel a little shy.
"Yes, my father and his lover are getting married - they are both fine. Thank you for your concern. I have been so busy recently that I don't know the date." He answered seriously.
Narcissa smiled and nodded. How fast time passed. Her Draco was no longer a little dragon who only acted like a baby next to his mother's knee. He was already a very sensible boy. She could tell from the greeting just now. You know, an ignorant boy The worries of a child are completely different from the worries of a sensible teenager. The latter will let you know that he really knows something, so he has many more worries than the former.
As for the other child, to be honest, when Narcissa met him for the first time, he was polite to everyone, she could tell, but this time, although he felt a little embarrassed, he still accompanied Draco in. Doesn't this mean that they Is the relationship great? Inseparable is a good word to describe them both.
This is good. The mother of two couldn't help but think. It's always good to have a close friend, and Harry is undoubtedly mothers' favorite kind of 'son's friend'.
"Come and see your little brother," she said, holding the hands of the two boys to the other side, gesturing for them to turn around, and jokingly, "and your little nephew."
"Don't say that," Harry touched his chin, embarrassed but impatiently gathered around the cradle and rubbed his hands, "Draco doesn't like me as an elder."
Draco gave him a roll of his eyes before they both walked to the cradle. The two boys were lying next to the cradle with their heads stretched out. At this time, the two men finally finished questioning the therapists, and neither of them let the other in first.
Adults are always better able to suppress their curiosity, so they did not move forward to compete with the boys for space to watch the baby.
"How are you, Cissy!" Sirius spoke before Lucius. After Harry called him "Sirius, keep your voice down" in disapproval, he lowered his voice to a gentle tone and looked at his cousin's face. Searching for any symptoms that might indicate discomfort, he was also searching his mind for all the considerate words he should say to women. However, perhaps due to his lack of experience, he could only manage to hold back these few words: "...Are you feeling okay? ?what do you want to eat?"
Narcissa couldn't help but laugh, and after Lucius glanced at Sirius, he whispered to his wife. The first sentence was actually the same as Sirius's first sentence: "How do you feel?" He looked at the man next to him. The cradle surrounded by boys couldn't help but feel filled with the joy of being a father for the second time. He reached out and held his wife's hand, "Thank you for your hard work... How was the process? Did you find it difficult when you gave birth to him? Now Is there anything else that feels uncomfortable?"
"Not bad," Narcissa replied gently, "He's a bit small, but he's in good spirits and he came out right away."
A glimmer of gloom flashed in Lucius's eyes - if Bellacritus hadn't been so crazy at the beginning, taking his sister as a hostage, and also intimidating and appropriately threatening her, as well as violently moving her, I'm afraid this would have been a serious blow to the Malfoy family. Children who are said to be as precious as gold will be healthier.
This debt must be recovered. Even if Bellatrix and the Longbottom brats are killed, Lucius will always have somewhere to collect the debt.
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"He is indeed a bit small." Harry said almost holding his breath.
Draco tilted his head and looked at it, then nodded reluctantly, but looking at Harry's cautious look, he couldn't help but feel bad in his bones, as if the little thing in the cradle was not his brother, he said deliberately: " He’s not fat, but he’s too ugly.”
Harry looked at him with his mouth wide open: "What does it mean to be too ugly? He is so cute!" He even kept his voice low, and put his palm in front of his mouth to prevent his saliva from spraying on the baby in the cradle, "Such a little baby A little bit, a little fatter proves that he is healthy - of course I don't mean that he looks unhealthy."
The little one who was wrapped up comfortably was a baby about three hands long. He had an almost invisible layer of soft, slightly blond hair sticking to his forehead. He was like a boneless meat dumpling, his eyes were tightly closed, and his clenched fists were soft.
He was a little red and wrinkled, but Harry knew that all children were like this. Nina was also like this when she was just born. He had seen it, and judging from the little appearance of the baby who occasionally smacked his mouth in the cradle, this baby He will definitely be a cute baby in the future.
Harry lay down next to the cradle with a smile on his face, and carefully put his fingers in. The baby instinctively held his fingertips, and the soft touch made Harry's heart melt. He sighed happily, his face flushed, and it seemed to Draco that he had drunk too much wine.
Draco felt very novel. He looked at the baby with its mouth unconsciously pouting as if he were looking at a new toy. Before he opened his eyes, he wanted to put Harry's finger into his mouth, but Harry pulled his finger out again. , Pian Pianzui looked like he wanted to cry, but he recovered after a while and slept like a puppy.
"He looks so much like you, Draco," Harry looked at the cub in the cradle without blinking, thinking about the future when a big Draco would lead a little Draco, a big platinum head and a When the small platinum heads were placed side by side, he couldn't help but laugh even more happily, and his shoulders began to shake with laughter. "His hair color is exactly the same as yours, and his facial features are also very similar to yours...Pfft..."
He thought about going further back - when Draco and this little guy have children in the distant future, there will be more platinum carrot heads, one after another, all cub versions of Draco...
No, I can't stop laughing. Harry smiled sullenly and turned away, but Draco saw his shrugged shoulders.
Originally, Draco was looking at this little thing with the joy of having a little brother... but Harry's reaction simply made him want to roll his eyes countless times.
"I'm not that ugly!" Draco couldn't believe Harry actually said that, "Oh Merlin, are you blind!"
Lucius noticed this ungraceful speech and had to remind him: "Draco! Your language."
"You weren't even cuter than him when you were a kid, kid." Sirius sneered at his nephew, "You should have seen Harry when he was little. We were all shocked when his dad took him out. That was really—— "
"Sirius!" Harry felt that he still had a sense of shame. His face was so red that he was almost bleeding. He stretched out his hand in time to signal and stopped the godfather's speech. Oh, God Merlin King Arthur, what does this have to do with him!
"No, no, no, tell me, uncle!! What did Harry look like when he was a child?"
"...draco!!"
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"So," Hermione took out a potato chip from the puffed food bag and stuffed it into her mouth. She leaned forward with great interest. It was a holiday now. She was wearing a very cute skirt and her legs were dangling to listen to the story. , and her mother, Mrs. Granger, was beside her, listening with great interest, "What did you look like when you were a child, Harry?"
"I'm begging you, Hermione," Harry said with a wry smile, "Although it's rude to say this - but I'm here to send wedding invitations, not to tell stories."
"Okay," Hermione shrugged, "Then let me change the question: Harry, you are carrying such a big bag - are these all invitations?" Her face showed that she was smart and already had an answer in mind.
Harry buried his face in his hands, said 'Oh', and then asked her: "Do you have to hit it with one hit, Hermione?" He picked up the school bag next to him and said a little feebly, "Here are my changes of clothes. .”
Hermione hummed and curled her lips: "I knew it."
Harry nodded: "Yes, I have to stay with him - mind you, 'accompany' him for a while, otherwise I won't be able to visit his brother who is 'barely fair and cute but very popular with me, a pervert'. And I You have to go tonight, tonight." He repeated, then relaxed again, "As a price, he has to accompany me to deliver the invitation - he may not have thought that if he agrees to me like this, then the Ron family and the Neville family will He also has to go with me.”
Mrs. Granger, who was listening in, covered her mouth and laughed silently - Oh, little kid.
Hermione shook her head and sighed: "I knew he wouldn't let you go easily. Oh my god - Harry, you just like children too much. Really, Draco knows this about you too well. You should learn not to let him go." Got the clue... Ah, speaking of children, how is your sister doing lately? Have your family's affairs affected her? "
"Nina is very good, thank you, Hermione." Harry's wry smile disappeared as soon as he mentioned Nina, "You don't know how cute Draco's brother is - so cute, I can't help but want to see more of him. Draco is still He said he wanted a sister but not a brother, but I think the younger brothers and sisters are pretty good, and Aunt Narcissa even asked him to name the child. I really envy him."
Harry had always hoped to have younger siblings - he didn't even ask for many, many younger siblings. Only Nina was not enough. It would have been nice to have three or four. Of course older brothers and sisters are fine, but first, he already has a pair of adult brothers and sisters. Second, he prefers children. When he thinks of the soft little baby being held in his arms, the heart in his chest The heart can melt together like chocolate in this summer.
"Okay, so what did he name him?" Hermione put down the potato chip bag regretfully and said with a cup of black tea, "Although I doubt this, you know, about-" Hermione's face showed An expression that looked like a sour lemon, "——Can he give his brother a normal name?"
"He said he wanted to think about it for a few days." Harry said, "He will give his brother the best name." After saying that, he pushed the wedding invitation forward on the table and coughed a few times to signal the end of the topic. , "Then, I have to go back early. Draco asked me to have dinner with him...so, I will come to visit next time." After saying that, he stood up and bowed to Hermione's mother, "If you are willing to accept this This is a sincere invitation. We will send someone to pick you up when the time comes. If you can come, we will be very happy and grateful." After saying these formal words, he winked at Hermione again, "I hope we can come together. Split the cake.”
"Oh, you are so kind, my dear," Mrs. Granger said lovingly and sincerely. "It is an honor to receive such an invitation. Your father is a respectable man. Please tell him that we will definitely go. "
"I rather hope you can control Draco," Hermione joked with Harry, "Don't let him drug Ron and the others in the cake. When we came back on the Hogwarts Express, they didn't leave the toilet because of Draco' And got into a quarrel with them."
"..." Harry smiled dryly, "I will - speaking of it, Hermione, do you know where Ron lives?"
"Why don't you ask Draco," Hermione suggested to him calmly, "I heard that his father and Ron's father are sworn enemies. I think he must know."
The reason is of course to find trouble with each other.
"……makes sense."
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While Harry was chatting with Hermione, Draco did everything he should do in the hospital: he hugged his brother, talked a lot with Narcissa, and after confirming that his father would stay here with his mother until late, he returned After leaving the manor, he returned to his room like the wind and locked himself in it.
He opened the largest drawer on his desk, rummaged around and took out a black-painted mini cabinet as big as two palms. After opening the first drawer, he threw a few pieces of letter paper and notes all over the table. yes. Some of these notes are ordinary printing paper and letter paper used by Muggles, some are parchment paper used only by wizards, some are wrinkled or crumpled, and some are folded into neat squares.
Draco found all of this from Felton's drawer. When he was cleaning it up, he also wondered how impatient this man was to throw away a drawer full of notes... But then again, because of this, Draco , or in other words, only Draco can notice these now and then look for the man's thoughts and secrets from above.
"Let me guess, are you looking for a toy for your brother?" The founder of gryffindor, who had been placed on the table for almost a month but was not noticed because no one recognized him, said with interest, "Or is it your mother?" Gave birth to a little sister for you?”
Draco buried his head in searching and ignored him at all.
"Oh, I heard that Harry is here. While I was taking a nap," Godric said enthusiastically, "When are you going to tell him about Felton? And about these things?"
A vein throbbed in Draco's forehead.
"Although I have been saying this for half a month, it is best not to have secrets between friends. This is my personal experience..."
"Excuse me, even my relatives who are almost not relatives are not as gossipy as you. So, can you ask less questions? Your majesty as a founder has long since ceased to exist. At least you have to have something special to make people respect you. Can you please?" Draco replied impatiently while looking for the papers one by one, "I can only tell you that my mother gave birth to a boy, and he got Harry's extraordinary love...here."
Draco unfolded a small piece of parchment. This was one of the things Felton left behind. He couldn't understand many of the contents in it for a while, but now he suddenly understood it.
He slapped the parchment on the table and examined it carefully. The word 'brother' was written on it in a handwriting similar to Draco's, and was crossed out with a line. Under this, after several black dots that had been wiped out completely, there was a seemingly completely unrelated word. The word appears.
scorpius.
Draco chewed the word in his mouth several times, feeling more and more that his guess was correct.
In felton's world, his mother probably wasn't pregnant with the baby who was still blowing bubbles in the cradle... so felton was confused about this variable (he learned this word from harry). And scorpius, this should be a name... a name that Felton couldn't help but give to a brother he had never met.
An idea flashed in Draco's mind. In this way, Felton definitely hopes that this child will be born safely... because this child is a variable and a different existence. He means that the future will be different for Felton.
This child proves one thing——
——The fate of this world has already deviated from the direction of felton's world.
"...Or else, let's call him Scorpius?"
Draco crossed his arms and muttered to the parchment. This word represents Scorpio. Overall, it is indeed a very Malfoy name, and it matches Draco's name. Many pure-blood nobles like to name themselves after constellations, which is very common.
Before he could finish speaking, a pop behind him set off alarm bells in his heart. He quickly swept all the notes on the table into the largest drawer, then closed the drawer with a loud bang, holding the The parchment was also stuffed into the long-distance running pocket.
Harry had just returned here when he was startled by the loud noise: "Draco?! What are you doing?"
"Nothing." Draco pretended to be indifferent and flicked the non-existent dust on his sleeves. When he turned around, he secretly pushed his butt against the drawer and closed it tightly. He scolded Harry for not saying hello and teleporting without any warning. Over and over, "Can you learn to walk by the fireplace? Can you? It's rude to show up suddenly in someone else's room!"
Harry's mouth twitched, and he counterattacked with a tone of 'can you please explain me': "Could it be that I remembered wrongly, is your fireplace connected to Hermione's fireplace?"
"..." Draco was choked and speechless for a moment.
Harry looked suspiciously at the drawer blocked by Draco. If Draco said 'nothing' and he could believe it without a doubt, then it can only be said that his ranking first in grade this semester was a dream.
He crossed his arms, exactly the same way Draco usually crossed his arms to question.
"What did you lock inside?" Harry said, "You know I'm very strict with my mouth. Your secret is safe with me. Can you tell me what it is? I'm a little curious."
The implication is, shouldn't this be something I can see?
"..."
Draco's heart was beating very fast, and he was quickly searching his head for a reason that could excuse Harry. When your friend's IQ is above the average level, this is more distressing. If it were Goyle and Crabbe, would they dare to ask a word about this?
Why not tell him?
No. Draco instantly rejected this choice.
However, if he didn't tell Draco, he knew that Harry would think he had a problem and would try his best to find out and help. Then Draco wouldn't be able to hide Felton's affairs. Originally, Felton had left all his private property to Draco. That's weird enough.
But what should he put in to make it appear as if nothing had happened and make Harry give up on pursuing the case————
"Hey, hey, don't ask, it's a love letter." Suddenly, Godric laughed, propped his arms on one side of the frame like a gossipy young man, and faced the portrait with his extremely handsome face. Harry winked and said, "This is a very suitable season for the beginning of love. Harry, we have to understand him. The love letters written by the little girl must be read secretly, regardless of whether he likes the little girl or not - this is a very personal matter."
--love letter? love letter? Affection--
Draco almost spit out a mouthful of blood... If he hadn't drank tea at this moment, he would have sprayed tea on the portrait.
Harry said 'ah' and suddenly realized something. Think about it carefully, they are all in third grade. In Hogwarts, there are many people in this grade who fall in love. Even a noble lady like Pansy will hold Draco's arm and feed him cakes with her own hands.
What kind of place wouldn't love sprout? It's the holidays now, and there are no exams or assignments. It wouldn't be surprising if a girl writes a love letter to Draco.
Thinking of this, he nodded thoughtfully, and at the same time said "oh" sheepishly, scratching his face: "Um... I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have come in casually... Look, I still have You don’t need to take care of my things, why don’t you take your time and look at them while I put my things in the guest room?”
Draco's face was as tight as a piano wire, his breathing was rising and falling, and his whole body was shaking unnoticed. He felt like there was a large piece of glass stuck in his throat, and he couldn't swallow it or spit it out... He Biting his mouth tightly to avoid spitting out words that he shouldn't say, for example, he wanted to scream, 'This is not a fucking love letter'.
But the love letter is such a good excuse! It fits perfectly and is the right size. Not only does Harry accept this reason immediately, but it also perfectly explains all his actions of hastily hiding things. The most important thing is that Harry will remember the lesson and will never do this kind of behavior towards Draco from now on. Ask more.
Harry looked at him questioningly for three seconds until his teeth hurt from his bite. He resisted the urge to give the portrait a blasting spell and nodded... then quickly shook his head when he realized that the content was wrong.
"Don't stay in the guest room, you stay with me." He squeezed out these words through his teeth, "The guest room is...all covered with a thick layer of dust, and the things are not complete, so how can I let you stay here? .”
There are so many house elves at home, don’t you think your nose will grow longer just by saying this? Harry wisely didn't say this out loud, but just said "Oh" a little awkwardly, and then looked around.
Harry tentatively: "Then I still sleep with you? Is this appropriate? Do you need a little ... private space?"
Draco: "No other choice, dear Mr. Xavier, don't force me to talk nonsense. You can only go this way, and you are not the first time you squeeze a bed with me."
"Um, okay, then my luggage?" He mentioned the bag in his hand, "Where should I put it?"
Draco made a finger. The two family raising elf immediately appeared. After receiving the luggage in Harry's hand, he resigned respectfully. At the same time, he properly said that dinner was ready.
"Do two distinguished young masters need to enjoy dinner immediately?"
One of the small elves asked. It is wearing an old pillow cover with a high -tenal green eye with a large tennis. It looks not very high in the Malfoy home. When Harry found that the nourishing elf looked at him, his face was much more hot than watching Draco.
"Go right away." Draco said in a sigh of relief, and then pushed Harry out, "You don't eat at Granger's house -not, just go to the restaurant first, I will come over, and we can see it on the dining table. "
He tried his best to ensure the peaceful breath, but Harry's face not only carried the expression of "I understand", but also sincerely said: "I really don't intentionally, I am to you ... Well, I don't mean that —— In short, I will remember to land outside the door next time. "
This sentence was to make Draco choke the second breath in his throat, his chest seemed to be beaten two punch, but he couldn't open his mouth to make pain. The other party was not intentionally ... .
Draco pushed Harry outside the door while stunning, and pushed Harry outside the door. The latter touched his nose. He felt more and more embarrassing in his heart. It seemed that he really disturbed Draco's love letter from the girl.
But who is that girl? Pansy? Harry thought that he had trembled in his heart. According to the attitude of the other party, he and Pansy could not coexist, and the other party obviously had a strange attitude with 'having me without him'.
However, Pansy's love letter. Will Draco refuse to show him?
Does Draco particularly like each other, so don't want to ... oh.
Harry felt a little lost in his heart, probably because Draco and himself were always willing to share everything with each other, and they would go together wherever they went. After the appearance, he always has to leave room for the other party, and some of the sharing can only be given to the lover.
Harry wanted to enjoy the time of such a close friend from his heart ... but he thought about it and found that this problem could not be solved -how can this solve?
But anyway, Harry felt that he might still disturb Draco ... Now think about it, it is really not good to appear in other people's rooms, even Draco requires private space.
"No matter which girl the other party is, I am sorry," he had to say again, "I will pay attention next time ... don't be angry?"
Draco endured and endured. The terrible expression on his face still couldn't help it. Harry stunned, and felt that Draco was definitely angry. As soon as he wanted to make persistent efforts, Draco slapped away.
"I'm not angry, you are stupid! That's not ... I don't mean it, it's just a love letter, do you think I care?" Draco took a few deep breaths, "I planned ... I would like to refuse. Because you do n’t know each other, you better do n’t know who it is for politeness. This person has nothing to do with us in the future. Love letter apologize to me! "
"…………ah?"
No matter how Draco stayed, he banged the door and closed the door, and then like a person who had been holding his breath for a long time and regained oxygen, he gasped, his back leaned against the door panel, sliding down from top, his face slowly turned red.
It's as if you need the courage to say that those words just now.
Draco raised his head, took a few breaths, as if someone was watching him, and lowered his head to bury his head between his legs, panting fiercely. He didn't know what it felt like this, but he felt that his anger may not be Gryffindor to make a private life for no reason.
Draco does not want Harry to know that someone wrote a love letter to himself, nor does it want someone to write a love letter to himself, let alone writing a love letter to Harry ... No, running off, he means that they are acting together now. Can't let Harry think that there will be a girl or boy from the air descending down. With Harry's "sensible 'level, he will push away" in knowledge and interest "and leave room.
But Draco does not want his "knowledge and interest 'and' to leave space"!
What do you want him to react to this, Draco Malfoy? Draco asked himself. Isn't Harry doing right? Any friend should leave room when you are in love with your friends to avoid becoming the disappointed person.
But I don't want him to feel that he is the "person who has been disappointed between the three people '... Oh my Merlin, there will be no third person at all! ! Draco thought firmly.
"... Merlin's briefs, have anyone written a love letter to me, don't you know? Are you too easy to be deceived?"
For a long time, he grinded his teeth and whispered himself.
…………
"Boring." From Harry's pocket to Godric, Salazar closed his eyes with his eyes. He is always relatively quiet. He only does some guidance on Harry. Other things have nothing to do with him. Some things he even opened his eyes and closed his eyes.
"Oh ~ this is the boy, he doesn't know this himself: Maybe he is angry, just because he doesn't want Harry to misunderstand who he loves to accept anyone's love letter." Godric said, "Because he may only want to receive Harry for him Written love letter. "
Fortunately, the portrait is far away from the door, and I didn't hear it at the self -calm Draco.
"Multi -pipes." Salazar commented again.
The blonde -eyed young man looked at the salazar next door, and said beautifully, "What can I do? Can I just push them such a little? How interesting is this, salazar!"
