There were only two boys at the dining table, but the house elves refused to be perfunctory at all. They placed the prepared delicacies on the long table one after another, arranged the expensive tableware, lit the sterling silver carved candlesticks, and then lit the candles. Brighten up the living room, polish the floor-to-ceiling windows and the marble floor as bright as a mirror, so that although the whole room does not have many gilt or pure gold ornaments, nor any bright red woven gold, it can give people a sparkling and dazzling feeling.
Harry was careful when he entered the restaurant - he didn't want to slip or get blinded.
When the head of the family who controlled the general direction was not at home, Draco casually ordered a menu of his own, and asked the house elf to take out the coke he had collected from Sirius a few days ago and chill it before serving it. Some snacks such as cod fish sticks and potato chips (that is, French fries) were served, as well as a few French dishes that he liked... This made him have an ordinary American tongue, and he had a strange impression of British food. Harry also breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he also praised the grilled beef brisket on the table. He thought it was delicious, tender and juicy. The asparagus in milk as a side dish and an indescribable yellow color The sauce is also amazing...
If Draco hadn't looked so unhappy, he would have wanted to ask for the recipe.
The whole eating process was a bit silent. The sound of clinking knives and forks was almost the only sound in the restaurant. The house elves were still standing by at any time. Although Harry couldn't see them at first, every time his or Draco's plates were empty, the house elves would The elves would appear and give the boys more delicious food, which made Harry start to wonder if he looked too thin, or if this was hospitality etiquette.
The atmosphere throughout the dinner was a bit strange, and according to Harry's observation, Draco's mood calmed down a little after the desserts were served, because it was then that he told the house elf: "Remove the flowers."
The house elf appeared with a pop, bowed, and removed a large handful of daffodils that had no blocking effect at all and were only eye-catching at best.
After Draco removed Narcissus, he realized that he didn't know what to say at all. This dinner was a bit strange. He only mentioned a few dishes and asked Harry to try them, but didn't say anything else. It could be said that his silence was a bit unusual, and his actions were also a bit unusual: what would happen if he removed the decorative flowers? How about that? Even if they are piled together, they can only cover a person's chin.
What made people angry was that he heard Harry ask him cautiously: "Are you not angry anymore? Can I talk to you?"
I wasn't angry anymore, but I'm so angry with you again! Draco threw the fork on the plate angrily: "If you stop saying such things, I won't be angry!" After that, he gave him a white eye.
But you look angry, so how can I not feel that way? Harry shrugged and changed the subject: "Can you give me a cup of hot tea?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a house elf immediately and diligently delivered a tea set. The tea cup was filled with hot black tea and landed firmly in front of Harry, including lemon slices, a milk jug and a sugar jar. Harry didn't add any sugar or milk. He took a sip after picking it up and didn't touch the cake in front of him as a dessert.
"Let's talk about it," Draco crossed his hands in front of him and forced himself to ignore the topic. The word "love letter" must disappear from their minds immediately. Both of them need to pretend that this matter has never happened. "You How many invitations are there to send in total? Do you have to send them in person? Your uncle Erik has so many..." Draco wanted to say followers, but after thinking about it, he changed the word, "Subordinates. He has so many subordinates, why do he need them? Are you going to deliver it yourself?"
"Oh," Harry couldn't react at first, but then he realized that this was probably a problem caused by class differences. He cleared his throat, sat upright, and explained to Draco in detail: "That's not the case, you misunderstood." He took the milk jug and sugar bowl over and put them together: "Although there is a conflict between superiors and subordinates. relationship, but in fact, whether it’s me, Uncle Erik, or my dad, we are all basically equal, we are all mutants - we are each other’s compatriots.” He pointed to the milk jug and sugar bowl side by side, "When something happens, our positions separate us into different levels. But you have to know that in terms of positions, of course my status cannot be compared with theirs. I am still a child, and they are adults who have done a lot of things."
Draco didn't like that he always regarded himself as a pure mutant, so he unconsciously pouted and reminded him: "You are still a wizard."
"It's all the same." Harry said, "And at the wedding, they are all people who help prepare for the wedding. They are companions, friends, and subordinates, but they are not 'one of the family members'. Things like sending invitations , how can we show sincerity if it is not delivered by one of our family members? We are not kings, right? We distribute posts to everyone and everyone has to come. Of course we have to respect those who we want to appear at the wedding. , and as a member of the family, I must have a role to play, um, but my father didn’t want me to read too many documents and thought I should walk more, so he sent me out to run errands.”
"...Oh." Draco was not interested in this part. "You haven't answered me yet - who else do you want to send invitations to? You said that your father asked you to send invitations to several friends' houses."
"I've already sent them to Hermione," Harry counted while using a small spoon to divide the red velvet cake. "I also want to send invitations to Ron and Neville's family... Speaking of which, Draco, you know them. What are their addresses?"
Draco: "………………"
Draco now regrets that he agreed to accompany Harry to deliver the invitation. If he stepped into Weasley's house tomorrow, the news would be enough to make headlines. What's worse is the Longbottom family. Yes, the Longbottom family is even worse. The fat man's uncle is a possible dangerous person. Regarding the incident when Harry's broom went crazy in the first grade, he had always had a potential list in his mind, and Antonis Longbottom (Antonis Longbottom) had always been on the list, and he was still at the top.
Harry comforted him and said, "You don't have to accompany me. Just tell me the address. I can visit by myself."
This is his thoughtfulness. Normally Draco would be happy to accept this thoughtfulness, but now? It's hard for him to accept Harry's thoughtfulness. After the love letter incident just now, the last thing he needs is for Harry to be considerate and polite to him. He needs Harry to be rude and inconsiderate to him. Only in this way can his heart feel better. To feel better, he couldn't bear the distance that this thoughtfulness might represent.
They are as nice as a person, and sometimes politeness and consideration are not needed. Draco made a serious note to himself: If he wasn't just accompanying Harry to send invitations, and he wasn't going to be a guest at either of these two houses, the tabloid reporter wouldn't be waiting at the door of Malfoy's house every day, let alone the door of Weasley's house.
Draco simply waved his hand: "It's just to accompany you to deliver the invitation, and it's not a test. It makes it - it makes it seem like these two families are terrible. It's just that I have to endure the poverty of the Weasley family and the stupidity of the Longbottom family. That’s all.”
Harry's mouth twitched at this description: "Wait a minute, I know there are conflicts between your families... But, considering the last incident, it's best not to say this description tomorrow, otherwise you will It’s better to wait for me back in the manor.”
——Especially such a description full of personal subjective characteristics. I heard that Ron's mother is a very powerful lady. Even if they are still children, adults generally don't care about children, but who knows what a housewife will do? Harry didn't want Draco to eat Ron's mother's pan yet.
Draco raised his chin and snorted: "I don't know what you are talking about - even if the other person is rude, a Malfoy will never be the rude person."
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When Erik opened the door, he encountered a very wonderful situation - his lover, who had just taken a shower and was still exuding hot steam, was standing at the door waiting for him, not even her brown hair. After drying, they are in a slightly curled state, and some of them are very charming and attached to the rosy cheeks, slightly dripping with water.
He took a deep breath, feeling like a young boy of seventeen or eighteen years old that he was deeply in love and could never extricate himself.
"Why are you here?" He stepped forward, and as soon as he said a word, Charles kissed him. When the two breathlessly let go of each other, Erik's blue-eyed lover went inside. While walking, he expressed his troubles: "I originally wanted to sleep with Harry today. He has been working too hard during this period, and I haven't read him a bedtime story for a long time... But I just sent him an invitation in the afternoon. He was detained." He told Erik half-complainingly, half-jokingly.
"I think he has long passed the age of reading bedtime stories." The idea of 'reading bedtime stories to adult twin siblings' flashed through Erik's mind, but he immediately ignored it because it was unrealistic. Together we walked quietly up the stairs back to the bedroom, "Detained? By whom?"
"I was detained at the first house." Charles said with a smile on his lips, "Who else has this ability?"
Erik thought of the answer a little unhappily: "So it's still Malfoy. I don't like his parents, stupid, closed, backward, and useless arrogance." After saying that, he added, "Since you want Harry to stay at home so much , why not keep him?”
"I can't bear to part with it," Charles said with a smile, holding a cup of tea. He was sitting on the bed, and the corners of his raised mouth looked really beautiful from Eric's perspective. As a father, his gentleness was just right for this smile, "Harry He has lacked playmates of the same age since he was a child, and it’s hard for him to have such a good one. It’s time for him to have some memories of spending the night at a friend’s house.”
"I thought your students came here to play often." Erik said.
"Then how is it different from the people he knew, made friends with, and even survived together with each other?"
Charles smiled and said, "I think there is always one special person among friends. For little Draco, Harry should be that special one too, so I thought, since they haven't seen each other for a long time, they can stay for a few days. Do I still need my son to accompany me for a few days?"
This time Erik really started to frown.
"Is that boy and Harry too sticky?"
He tried to put it tactfully.
Charles didn't think so: "Think about when we were good friends, we wanted to live together every day, drink, pick up girls, write papers... Of course, later it turned into training, making plans, and fighting." He rushed to Erik. With a smile, they had a lot of good times when they were just friends.
"But you are the most special friend in my life, Charles." Eric sat down and put his arm around Charles' waist. "We are indeed very good friends. We will get married soon." He said seriously He looked into Charles's eyes carefully and said, "Don't you think that the good relationship between Harry and his friend is a bit too much?"
Charles burst out laughing: "I have to remind you, you are talking about two children who are almost thirteen years old."
Age is indeed an issue. As a man who devoted most of his love to Charles, Erik examined his thoughts and found that he might indeed be making a fuss out of a molehill.
"But..." Erik wants to say that Peter is not like a friend, but think about it, Peter hasn't had such a friend yet. His best friend is Harry, and they have long known that they are brothers.
While he felt guilty again, he began to hesitate again. After all, he really didn't have any criteria for judgment, so he could only say dryly: "I don't want to give an example like this - Sean and Alex wouldn't be so sticky. Although I don't want to use them as an example, they are the most popular people I know. Someone who is close to young friends.”
"Come on, Erik, my dear, I know you always feel that you should care more about Harry, because you always feel that you are not good enough for him," Charles felt very happy, an Erik who was suspicious of his children? If Wanda has a boyfriend in the future, what will happen to Erik? Will she always think that all her boyfriends are liars?
He reached out and patted Erik's cheek, "I love you for this. You are a good father, but, my dear, no matter what, thirteen is a little too early. Children all like to stick together. I don't care about this." I know better than you, so don’t make any...explosive comments about their pure friendship, okay?"
Whatever you say is fine.
What else could Eric do? Eric could only nod.
"You're right." He said obediently, and really dispelled the doubt in his mind just now.
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When Harry came out of the bathroom with a little flutter, Draco couldn't help but fixate his eyes on his pajamas with blue and white stripes and a star in the middle, as if there was glue sticking to his eyes.
"Hey, Harry, those pajamas are so cute." One of the portraits said to Harry as if he never found it annoying.
"Um, thank you, Your Excellency," Harry walked over and turned the portrait over, "But I think it's private time before going to bed... What do you think I'm doing? I haven't washed my face?"
"You bring your Captain America pajamas to sleep in the same bed with me," he said in a serious tone. "I should really cry for my bed because such a worthless pajama is about to be laid on it."
"...You have to be reasonable," Harry said with a rosy face as he was soaked in the hot water of the bathtub. "You asked me to sleep with you, Draco, so don't pick on my pajamas. Now - you know I'm not a nobleman, and I don't have the habit of wearing silk nightgowns." As he spoke, he buttoned the top button, and after thinking about it, he felt so hot all over, that it would be better to keep it open.
Draco had trouble controlling his eyes. He kept looking at his friend, trying to hide his gaze. A Harry who had just wiped his hair from wet to semi-dry was very different from usual. He hadn't seen Harry like this for a long time. Whenever this happened, Draco would find that the hair was in a dry state. Under the influence of water, the messy black hair became much more docile, and the small curls stuck to his cheeks, making Harry's face look particularly white.
This is the advantage of those black hair, being cunning and saving a lot of time using magic spells to make yourself whiter. His mind was racing with thoughts.
Suddenly, his eyes stayed in one place and he couldn't move away, as if he was suddenly cursed, and even his breathing almost stopped.
Harry was about to climb onto Draco's big bed, but he felt strange that he kept staring at one place: "What's wrong?" He looked down, "Are you looking at this?"
He pointed to a part of the neck near the shoulder, where there were two or three scattered teeth marks.
"This is what happens to a brother who fulfills the role of a teething stick," Harry instinctively felt that Draco's face was not very good-looking, so he explained to him, "Nina is having her teeth replaced recently. I think she may have some nutritional imbalance. Because she always feels itchy teeth, I have to adjust her diet...but these days when we sleep, she keeps biting me while sleeping." He rolled up his sleeves and showed Draco a closer look at the teeth on his arms. The shallow teeth marks were only as big as a child's mouth could reach.
Draco couldn't help but start grinding his teeth while dragging the person up.
"Maybe she doesn't just use you as a teething stick..." He said a little sourly, "What did I say when I first met you? She is your little girlfriend. Don't underestimate girls, they are very smart. .”
"...My sister is not yet eight years old."
Harry couldn't help but look down at his palms - he realized that he might have been too gentle to Draco recently, otherwise Draco would say such things now? This kind of words can make me want to slap him on the back of the head?
After thinking about it, he said to Draco in an amiable tone: "If you want a beating, please speak."
Draco finally shut up, because he knew that if he kept talking, he would have to go out with panda eyes tomorrow. Imagine how embarrassing it would be to go to Weasley and Longbottom's house?
The two of them skipped the topic - Harry felt that they might have skipped too many topics today - and Draco handed Harry a book, a manuscript, which was undoubtedly a treasure of the Malfoy family.
"Look at this. Is this the book you asked me about last time?" Draco put the book down and spread it on Harry's lap across the quilt. "It's about the relationship between gems and prayer and blessing talismans. This This book has very detailed records, but the prerequisite is that you must know Old English, German and French at the same time, and there are Latin annotations at the end.”
Harry thought about it and found that he had mentioned this book at least three months ago, so he was very moved, because of Draco's carefulness and good memory - he almost didn't remember asking about this book.
"Then I'll go back and look for a dictionary." Harry flipped through a few pages and found that he could still understand the German and Old English parts. French and Latin were indeed his weaknesses. He said regretfully, "Sirius said that the manuscripts are all It’s very precious, I definitely can’t borrow it… Can I come to your place to borrow it next time?”
Draco squinted his eyes, raised his head and said proudly: "No, it's unnecessary to ask for a dictionary. There is a person who is proficient in multiple languages sitting in front of you."
He leaned half of his body towards Harry, stretched out his arms to flip through a few pages of the book, and asked Harry, who was wide-eyed in surprise: "Tell me, what can't you understand? I started learning when I was three years old. It’s a foreign language.”
Then, he actually started to help Harry translate the text step by step in great detail!
…………
Draco is acting weird today.
Harry had this thought until he almost fell asleep while reading. He took off his glasses and buried his face into the soft goose feather pillow, feeling sleepy and delirious.
"Goodnight, Draco," he said slurringly.
"Good night, Harry."
Harry fell asleep vaguely after hearing the answer, and at the same time he felt someone reaching out to straighten his collar.
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Pain, stinging. It hurts a little, no, it's a little sore, no, it still hurts.
There is something warm on the neck that is causing pain, like a needle has been pierced into the skin, and a few drops of hot fresh blood are leaking out. It is a bit painful and scary, but it is not too painful and not enough for someone to bite. The teeth screamed in pain.
The pain kept shifting its location, gnawing at the neck, shoulders, and through the clothes - only then did it suddenly dawn on me that this was really like eating - the wrist was pulled up again, gnawing away the pain.
This is not nina. Harry stared in confusion. Nina's little teeth are like pearls. They can leave marks on the skin, but they are not so painful. The little girl prefers to grind her teeth on them repeatedly. It won't hurt after a short time. Now this one is as if she is afraid that it won't hurt and bites her. I want to go down and pierce the blood vessels.
It hurts, it hurts. He thought vaguely in his sleep, and was gradually awakened by the pain. The skin on the wrist is always more delicate, and it is particularly painful to bite it off.
boom!
In the end, he was so disturbed that he couldn't help but slap the head that was chewing from the wrist to the fingers and push it out. With a thud, the weight of the bed became much lighter.
"Merlin - why are you so crazy in the middle of the night! Why did you push me!"
The person who was pushed actually made a righteous complaint.
Harry looked at the teeth marks still stained with saliva on his wrists, and then touched his neck, which was also covered with teeth marks and saliva. He slowly realized that someone had bitten him, and he woke up in an instant.
"You, you," he asked a little stutteringly, "why did you bite me!"
The warm saliva and the remnant touch of soft lips still remained at the crime scene. Harry couldn't help but think of that kiss - he didn't know why he couldn't forget that kiss all at once. It took a lot of effort to let this thing fade away in my mind, but now it suddenly becomes clear again!
He felt the heat gradually creep up on his face, but luckily, the room was relatively dark.
Harry covered his face, moved slightly to the other side of the bed, and then covered his neck and wrists in turn. The place where he had been bitten was numb and painful, and he knew there were marks without even looking.
"Draco, why are you biting me?" He asked again, this time in a much lower voice, and squeezed out a second sentence through his teeth, "You won't tell me that you are also changing your teeth, right?"
Draco crawled back to the bed, and the bed immediately sank again: "Oh."
Oh what do you mean? !
Harry stared at him and found that he had turned over and fell asleep. He had no intention of explaining, so he had to lie down again. After thinking about it, he thought Draco might be sleepwalking. It could be said that Harry casually came up with a reason for him: sleepwalking and teeth grinding.
But not even half an hour later, when Harry could not sleep with his eyes open because of the sensation on his neck, shoulders and wrists, the criminal started his second crime, this time on the other wrist.
After being asked again, "Are you a dog?" and "Why did you bite me?" Draco closed his eyes, hugged Harry's waist without a pause, and continued to sleep next to him.
"Maybe it's because my nutrition is also unbalanced, so I need to grind my teeth..."
He hugged Harry tightly like a doll and muttered impatiently: "Isn't it just a few bites...I fell asleep just now, so I didn't notice..."
After saying that, he really fell asleep again and snored lightly, leaving Harry staring at him in the dark. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was telling the truth or a lie. You have to prevent him from biting you a third time.
Is it intentional? Or was it not intentional?
Not intentional? This is not the first time he has slept with this person in the same bed!
Is it intentional? Why do this? Compete with Nina? Or is it just a prank?
Harry was holding the bitten place, he was really distressed, all his sleepiness was driven away by Draco's actions, he just wanted to get up immediately, sit up and think crazy, or slap Draco awake... He kept thinking about it until five o'clock in the morning before falling asleep again.
So he failed to get up on time the next day.
