Perhaps due to Malfoy's proud intuition - which they claimed had saved them in many crises - Draco's consciousness came back just in time. Really, some people will make moves that are beneficial to them at critical moments, whether it is the instinct of the body or a coincidence of fate. Anyway, Draco was already sleeping in the peaceful dream created by Merlin, but his consciousness was vague. The ground woke up.
When he regained consciousness, the only sounds in his ears were the sound of breathing, the sound of the air conditioner, and the friction of the thin quilt when he moved unconsciously. He immediately realized that he was in Harry's room, on the bed, and it was time to sleep now - oh , shit, the ends of his hair are still wet. The person lying next to him was undoubtedly Harry. The heat and the scent of milk shower gel showed this, and the weight seemed to be fine.
Draco was so tired that he didn't want to move a finger. He was just about to sink his consciousness and go back to sleep, when he heard a voice very close to him saying very quietly but quickly:
"Dad, have you ever thought about this before? I mean... what is love? Did you think about this when you were young?"
Draco shuddered and suddenly woke up, and then he noticed the third breathing sound in the room.
But here comes the doubt - what, what happened, where does this situation come from, where is the background?
Regardless of why Harry's father, a man who was about to get married and was in the sweet period with his lover, was also on this bed, crowded with his son who had already passed the baby grade. How could Harry ask such a question? what is love? Is this the level of ravencla's question? Is this a question Harry would ask? Isn't he still awake? ?
Draco's first reaction was shock, and his second reaction was vigilance. The things he said and did during the vacation flashed through his mind. In the end, he felt a mixture of excitement and fear. The clues directly led to the dancer. At night, I thought to myself, could it be that his secret kissing of Harry while getting drunk was exposed? No, it's impossible. Harry's face is only as thick as a piece of parchment in this regard. If he finds out, he won't tolerate this matter without any flaws. This is different from the kiss a long time ago, which was artificial. Breathing is snatching from the hand of death, it is forced, it is panic... In short, you can find a few slaps for the reason, but the kiss on the corner of the mouth in the rose garden cannot be fooled, as long as it is discovered , Draco’s little secret can be revealed at a glance.
He pricked up his ears and pretended that he was still asleep. Even if he still couldn't understand why the topic between father and son suddenly jumped to this topic, Draco was still very concerned about Harry's cognition that this question could reflect.
Although it was Harry who asked this question, what is Harry's definition of 'love'?
Draco desperately wanted to know the answer to this question.
"ell..." Charles seemed to ponder for a moment, "You know... your aunt told you that when I was young, I was a very good drinker. I also used to chat up beautiful women in bars, trying to find a great job. Love." There was a smile in these words, "I didn't think about such a great topic as 'love' at that time. I just hoped that life would go smoothly. I hope that I can make many friends with your aunt, and I hope that I can meet someone who can talk to me. Beauty, you have to admit that many times, young people fall in love in order to feel less empty and lonely." He smiled again when he said this, "I also hope that someone can understand my academic praise and know more varieties. Later I met Moira, she was almost the most ideal woman I have ever seen, and I think I liked her."
who is moira. Although he still had to think about it at first, Draco couldn't help but twist his facial features in the darkness. The reason why he remembered this name firmly was because he killed the other party's son.
"...But later I discovered that it was different from the feeling when I was with Eric." Charles recalled the gap between this and the beginning. Even though there were many hardships later, he still regarded that time as He regarded it as a treasure in his heart, which made him smile. "When life was good, I lived, worked, and taught with Erik... It felt like the wind under the sun. It has no lack of weight, but it can blow you gently." soul, you will be greedy for it, because I will be greedy for the feeling of being with Eric. That is... strange. Before that, I was not exactly such a happy person, and he was not such a happy person, but now I think about it When we wake up, we can still remember that we were so happy at that time, as if we were different people, staring into each other's eyes, thinking that we could both lie in the grave if we could be friends with each other."
"This sounds great," Harry couldn't help but say as a listener, he was extremely envious. Even as a friendship, this feeling was a model enough. He also wanted to be such a good friend with Draco, the kind without flaws, for example, he didn't have to Listening to Draco's sarcasm from time to time, Draco doesn't have to punch him from time to time, and Ron, the others and Draco can sit together and talk and laugh in a friendly and polite manner...
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Forget it, Y shook his head and shook the picture of 'Malfoy and Easley's friendly meeting' out of his mind.
Charles laughed again, raised his hand and looked at the engagement ring on his hand through the desk lamp: "Look, our hunch was right. Although we are more than just friends, we are inseparable." He touched it casually. The son's little head said, "But when it's bad, it has a different feeling. It's a bit like Loki's..."
You love him, you can't stop loving him, but when you discover this, you hate yourself especially and hate the person who you can't forget. Sometimes you will hate why the world is so bad, why it is so difficult for you to just be with someone and it is as difficult as saving the world, and it is almost difficult to find a gap.
He always wrote countless painful and fragile words about 'love', but when it happened to Charles himself, he realized that those words were not exaggerated at all. Each word was more real than the last, just like Loki stabbing Thor. The knife and the sarcastic words spoken by the silver tongue are bloody and alive.
Charles didn't say these words out loud. This was actually not easy for children to understand. He also hoped that Harry wouldn't understand this feeling. After all, who doesn't want their children's life to be smooth?
"When it's bad..." Harry repeated almost vaguely. He hid the words in his mouth and thought about it carefully, "It's... it must be very uncomfortable."
This goes without saying. Harry has known his Uncle Erik since he could speak. Really, this name is still in his middle name. He has seen many situations like this: everyone was surprised and happy when he came. , when we parted, it was as if we would never see each other again - not that the atmosphere was really that sad, but Erik's eyes were very moving. As Harry became more sensible day by day, he gradually understood that his 'Uncle Erik' Every time, he didn't want to leave. The reluctance was stronger than Nina's unwillingness to leave him. Erik wanted to stay with dad all the time.
But there is something blocking him, and Erik has to go every time, otherwise it will be like crossing a certain line that should not be crossed, and the whole thing will go wrong.
Again, Harry had seen that scene many times. Usually at night, Uncle Erik would hold Nina, who was asleep or had a tantrum and refused to leave, and say goodbye to Xavier's father and son face to face.
Under the dim light of the corridor, the two men hugged and said goodbye. The words were not intense or lingering. The air seemed to be solid and solemn, but the joy of the past few days was actually retained, which made them not. Sadness, it seems, is just unfinished. Harry holds his father's hand. Sometimes he raises his head and sees Charles' smile and eyes that have been filled with relief for ten years. The boy rarely sees loss and reluctance in it. Maybe it's because of adults. He is just stronger, maybe Charles is so easily satisfied.
Harry was only six or seven years old at the time, and he was quite disappointed. Nina was a cute little sister and a very good playmate. After she left, the little boy would go to her previous room to touch the dolls and pat the pillows with nostalgia. , recalling the happy time the two had before and didn't want to sleep.
Now, the thirteen-year-old Harry couldn't help but tremble.
He is like this, so what about dad?
According to Harry's current understanding, Loki is like a madman, and his feelings towards love are like a glass of fruit and vegetable juice mixed with some unknown thing, because 'love' pours all kinds of things that shouldn't be poured into this strange juicer. . Dad is like a cup of coffee, the temperature is just right, bitter and sweet, but fortunately, it is enjoyable when you drink it at the end.
Harry thought so and remained silent, but Charles knew what his cookie was thinking and couldn't help but laugh. While ruffling his son's hair, he kissed his son's forehead. The sound was so loud that it made him laugh. Draco, who was pretending to sleep, couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.
"Don't feel sorry for me, dear," Charles said, "Yes, in bad times, I do feel lonely, sad, and reluctant at certain times, but, Harry, you may think that what I say is very similar to What..." He smiled and looked for adjectives, "What magazines and words, but I want to say something that may make people feel arrogant: I am extremely happy now, so all the pain and sadness have become bricks and mortar in my love. One, they will no longer bring harm to me, but will only bring me a sense of solidity and nostalgia. If we can still get together after experiencing so much, we can even form a new family...
Harry heard Charles' gentle tone, but said firmly:
"-Then those represent how indestructible our love is, Harry."
When it came to the last word, Charles couldn't help but put it softer. When his eyes fell on his hand caressing his son's forehead and on the ring, love surged out of his heart like warm honey water, enough to heal all the painful old wounds.
Harry could hear his father's tone, which was enough to relax him. He breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "That sounds good."
Was I scared by Loki's heart during the day? He asked himself at this moment. Why would I ask such a question? How could I just let my dad talk to me about his past? That must be a bad experience.
But now my father's voice sounds happy enough. He couldn't help but think.
"Love is a very good thing, a very good thing." Charles held his son on his chest, hugged him in his arms, patted his back, and comforted the child with his generous palms, "It's not just about me and Erik. Love, as well as my love for Raven, you, my family, and my friendship and love for friends like Hank, Alex, and Sean... Without these to support me, I would be an empty person, a Empty shell. Life without love is incomplete, Harry, listen to me, don't be afraid, no matter whether it brings you pain or happiness in the end, if it never appears, it will be worse than any situation, so Don’t be afraid, we just need to be ourselves and face it bravely.”
"Of course I listen to you, dad," Harry said, "but I'm afraid Loki's situation is bad enough."
On the other side, Draco, who was lying down, could hear a little confusion from these words,? Which loki? That loki? Why did the topic come to Loki again?
"There's nothing good enough in the front to use as a reference," Charles smiled lightly, "How can the things in the back be called bad?"
Harry's mouth formed an O shape because his words were so to the point. His head nodded in Charles's arms, and then moved a little deeper into Charles's arms - his father's arms were warm, so he didn't mind at all, but continued to pat his back with a smile - for his son , the father’s generous chest is also a good place to give a sense of security.
After thinking about it carefully, Harry felt that this was indeed the case. It's impossible to love someone without a reason, and it's impossible to hate someone without a reason. From the time Harry came into contact with the Asgard brothers until now, it's really hard for him not to notice Thor's love for his brother. Family love or something else, it’s love anyway. They must have a "past" as brothers and sisters, otherwise why would Thor be so persistent, and why would Loki be so persistent? Just because of rights? impossible.
Love brought destructive experiences to both Loki and Thor, but before that it brought them enough good things for all to enjoy.
Harry felt he understood a little better now. 'Love' is complex, yes, Y can even make a new metaphor: it's like hot coffee, scalding and bitter, but it also has a unique aroma that attracts the God of Lies, making him unable to get rid of drinking it one sip after another, torturing that person. With a silver tongue, he wanted to get rid of the bitterness but couldn't get rid of the fragrance. He was obsessed with and hated the drink; Charles, his dear father tasted a cup of hot cocoa, which tasted soft and sweet, although it had the bitter taste of cocoa, But fortunately, the sweetness of milk and sugar dominated the taste when he drank it. The bit of bitterness became the perfect companion to set off the sweetness, making Charles smile and fall in love with the bitterness.
love.
Harry chewed the word over and over in his mouth.
Seeing him lowering his head and thinking, Charles felt funny and pinched his son's face.
"This is not homework and research, Harry. You haven't studied this yet, and I couldn't fully understand it when I was young. You just need to, well, be yourself, like in the lyrics." Charles winked at his son. Blinking, "Speaking of which, why are you so entangled in this issue today? I mean, do you already have a girl you like?"
He was a little excited when he talked about this. After all, talking about love with his son is an important experience for a father, but Charles didn't notice the other side of the bed at all. Draco was so breathless that he almost started grinding his teeth again. There is a squeaking sound.
Harry's mouth twitched when he heard this tone, and he could have shaken his head off if he hadn't been lying down.
"No," he said seriously as he answered his father's question seriously, "the women around me are all very nice, but I have never thought about falling in love."
"You're already thirteen, it's time for you to fall in love," Charles said with great interest, "Raven has been pursued since he was thirteen."
"You didn't meet Uncle Erik until you were in your twenties." Harry pointed out this point with laughter and tears. "Peter said that you almost fell in love at first sight, but it was you, and Aunt Raven didn't have her first love so early, right? "
"Don't worry, I just want my son to be popular." Charles smiled at the corner of his lips, brushed the boy's forehead, and joked, "You are a potential stock that can attract a dozen good girls. I promise, Harry, you have it." Have you ever thought about what kind of girlfriend you are looking for for the first time? I heard that your friend has a little sister who is your biggest fan. Is it true? There are many beautiful seniors in your college, but there are really no People pursue you?"
"...Keep your voice down, dad, don't wake Draco up, and don't let him hear you mention this!" Harry said in a panic, dumbfounded, and at the same time, he made a note to Peter, his unreliable brother.
charles: "How to say?"
"Well, he is very picky and cautious." Harry tried hard to summarize Draco's attitude. "He chooses girls with the same attitude as choosing a princess, and he is overly protective. He thinks every girl except Hermione has ulterior motives."
y added in his heart. The evidence is the last class reunion.
"I'm not saying that everyone has to rely on love at first sight to solve their problems," Charles joked, "but you have to know that even if you are lucky enough to fall in love with someone at first sight and have feelings for someone, she may also be someone else's lover, right? So start early, son."
"Don't," Harry was glad that Draco was asleep, otherwise he would really have no face to see anyone, "Don't, dad, don't, it's too early for me to tell you - I don't think I will fall in love with someone at first sight one day, then It's a bit pretentious, isn't it? And I don't believe that you and Uncle Erik fell in love with each other the first time they saw each other, Peter must be lying."
Harry wasn't trying to dodge, he really felt it was too early. His life is very good now. He is learning the mysteries of magic in the castle. He can go home to see his father(s) when he wants. He can take time to go to the academy if he wants to. On top of this, he not only has a Wanted siblings, and a strict mentor who lives in a portrait...
More importantly, he has Draco by his side all the time. He feels that he does not need love to fill his life. His life is already enough and too perfect.
Harry felt that when he had Draco, he would not think of the word loneliness at all.
...Well, what if Draco starts falling in love?
Harry's thoughts suddenly changed, and the corner of his mouth trembled. He quietly turned around and looked at Draco who was sleeping, not wanting to admit that he had a little selfish worry in his heart.
When Draco has a lover, I have to make time for them. This is what good friends should do.
Harry knew this, but in that case, Harry felt that even though he had other friends, he might still feel lonely.
well.
However, this is also an unavoidable stage in life. You have to be steady, Harry, Y comforted himself in his heart. After his mood gradually calmed down, he realized that Charles was still talking about this issue.
"...But I'm still wondering, son, why are you not popular with the girls? Is it because you spend too little time in school? It seems that you will be asked to hang around the school more next semester. Oh, don't rush to refute. Me, I have always known that my Harry is a gentle and considerate handsome boy, and I firmly believe that there will be a dozen girls who want to be your girlfriend..."
Charles was still talking with great interest. Harry listened to each sentence and objected to it. He felt that in his father's mouth, he was more popular than the captain of the rugby team. He was embarrassed to raise his face and could only keep saying "I" Either I don't have it or I'm really not that age yet... What the father and son didn't know at all was that Draco, who was pretending to sleep on the other side, was listening to them saying, "Harry (should) get a girlfriend sooner." , holding in my breath felt like a mouthful of blood stuck in my throat, I wanted to vomit but couldn't.
Draco bitterly made a mental note of Peter's talkativeness about Ginny, and vowed to find opportunities to make him look good in the next few days. While the father and son were chatting about love, he was like a poor man who was forcibly kidnapped and put on a roller coaster. His mood was more ups and downs than a bungee jump. One moment he was so angry that he was grinding his teeth, and the next moment he was back in the safe zone and going crazy. Thank you to Nott, Salazar, Lockhart and whoever, the Ministry of Magic too, thank you for making Harry Potter the Heir to the Chamber of Secrets, an evil Parseltongue, and being raised by terrorists and dark wizards. He may be kind on the outside but cruel and cold-blooded on the inside. This bullshit is spreading all over the world.
Draco is not Harry. He has accurate information about the school. You must know that half of the girls in Hogarts have stopped eyeing this golden boy because of those bullshit. They want to chase but dare not talk to him. He could guarantee that if it weren't for these bullshit rumors, at the beginning of the third year, there would be girls trying to invite Harry to Hogsmeade, trying to progress to a date.
It's a pity that rumors will fade over time, and rumors will always slow down because of the low profile of the person involved... No, this is not what Draco wants to see.
Draco immediately, immediately set his first goal in the third grade - he would never allow anyone to cross his line of defense and ask Harry out, absolutely not.
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After a while, no one in the room spoke.
If the love given unilaterally cannot be reciprocated, what method can be used to cure it?
Draco lay on the side thinking about this problem.
Except for the last crazy stage, while listening to the conversation between Charles and his son, Draco almost wanted to blurt out this question during the whole process. On this ordinary night on an unusual day, under the premise of bringing up sour questions, he listened to Harry's father praise love so much, but he couldn't help but bring up Felton... In fact, he was shocked. Why did I think of this person all of a sudden? Maybe it was because this person wandered around with a love that died before he even started, going through life and death. This story is too tragic.
He remembered what Godric Portrait Gryffindor had said to him quietly before: "You have to tell him about Felton. You have to say it. You can't hide it for too long. I suggest you surrender to Harry, otherwise you will suffer the wrath of thunder and a dozen Curse...oh, sorry, it was a beating, Harry doesn't like to use curses."
These words would appear like a curse from time to time and occupy his presence. Draco was really annoyed by this nosy portrait.
When one o'clock passed and Harry and Charles' breathing had calmed down, Draco became more and more awake. In the end, he couldn't help but turn over like a waffle, and he was so irritated that he didn't stop until he shrank into the quilt, put his head on Harry's back, and felt the warmth of the contact.
Draco then thought of the so-called 'falling in love' thing, and he gritted his teeth in a very ungrateful manner. His anger and jealousy made him throw away all Felton's stories in his heart in an instant, and before throwing them out, Draco A big x.
I'm not him. Draco said to himself.
I will not let the 'pain caused by love' occupy an unnecessary place in my life. I'm a malfoy and don't do anything without reward. I want it, I give it, and I'm going to get it.
The idea is ready to come out.
If I love someone, he must love me. I don't need love in my life. It must exist and stay forever, affecting my entire life, because it was the one that broke in unreasonably in the first place. I have already taken responsibility for it, and it will be mine.
Draco thought of this and raised his head.
After the father and son finished talking, they turned off the last bedside lamp, but in the darkness, Draco reached out his hand and boldly turned Harry over, turning him towards him, staring into his gray-blue beastly eyes. It shines dimly in the moonlight.
He stared at Harry's sleeping face. Y's sleeping look was really harmless. When he is awake, those green eyes may be relatively confused, but as long as he does not speak or make any sound, the black-haired boy with glasses can make people think that he is very smart, even very wise, with just one glance. '. But when you close your eyes, you look stupid. Draco and Harry looked at the photos of James Potter when he was young. It was indeed a sunny face that was very aggressive and energetic, but his son may have inherited his mother's image. His eyes are the reason why he doesn't like to go out to bask in the sun at all. He is more lovable when he closes his eyes. When he falls asleep, he looks like a lamb. Even his hair stands up like a sheep and becomes easily curled.
mine. Draco's definition of force in his heart. He will be mine. He will like me and love me, because even in front of this stupid face, my urge to kiss him does not waver at all. I have handed over my share and I am not allowed to reciprocate.
Draco boldly stood up and glanced at Charles, and saw that the loving father who had just made his heart beat up was already asleep and breathing steadily.
At this time, footsteps came from far to near. Draco quickly lay down, closed his eyes, and breathed steadily. Soon he heard the door creak open, and a little light from the corridor came in. Judging from the weight of the footsteps, he could Inferred adult man.
oh. Draco rolled his eyes mentally.
Sure enough, after a sound of clothes and quilts rubbing against each other, the weight on the bed lightened a lot, and at the same time, Charles woke up in a daze and asked.
"…erik?"
"This bed is too small. If you squeeze it in here, the children will roll off the bed."
The man said very quietly, and then added: "You continue to sleep, and I will carry you back to sleep."
Charles didn't resist and allowed Erik to take him away. After the door was closed for nearly five minutes, Draco opened his eyes again, straightened his upper body, and scanned the room with his eyes before confirming that there was no one else in the room except him and Someone other than Harry.
So, he boldly looked at Harry's forehead, held Harry's face, and kissed it with a pout.
Just like what he heard, Charles did to Harry, with a pop, he kissed it loudly with his lips.
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Harry was woken up in the morning.
It wasn't that he slept too late and needed to be woken up, or that the person who woke him up meant to wake him up, but the fact was that he was woken up by some discussions and the last sound that was almost a scream. .
"Are you sure this is Malfoy's room? It doesn't look like it, and no one else is here..."
"Yes, are you already up?"
"Just like he did yesterday? Impossible, Neville, I think he must still be in Harry's room. They both haven't gotten up yet. We shouldn't disturb you so early. And, don't look, Ron, I'm sure this is his room, his quill is still on the table."
"What, why is he in Harry's room? Why isn't he in his own room?"
"We understand why, but Ron will definitely die, right, brother?"
"You're right bro, even if little Rony saw them sleeping in the same bed, he wouldn't understand. It was the right choice not to take Ginny upstairs. Come and give me a high five!"
"Yeah! (Chorus)"
"What are you kidding about? (Sound of door opening) - Oh, Merlin's beard, they... they... they really put up the same quilt and sleep in the same bed!! Someone tell me I'm dreaming!"
. No harm, but really, y thought with a headache before he even opened his eyes. This voice is definitely ron.
"You shouted too loudly, Ron! They are still sleeping, it's so rude of you to barge in like this!!"
This was Hermione's voice that she tried to suppress.
...Wait a minute, Hermione and Ron? hermione, and ron? This time? And fred and gee?
"Let's go downstairs quickly, Ron...forget it Harry, by the time you wake up Malfoy too, it will be too late!"
With Malfoy's tone as if he was the Dark Lord, who else could it be but Neville?
...But the words 'forget it Harry' sounded like y slumped on the bed and sighed.
He finally recognized the reality, counted one, two, three, and sat up suddenly.
When the reality is right in front of you, you can't solve the problem by running away, Harry y said to himself. In order to have peace today, you must wake up immediately, yes, immediately. It is up to you whether you can keep the peace in the morning.
The moment he sat up, the voices of several people who were still arguing suddenly stopped as if pressing the pause button. Facing the three friends who were supposed to be waiting in the hotel, Harry showed his usual expression. Smile.
"Good morning, Hermione, good morning, Ron, good morning, Neville." He stretched out his hand, put on a pair of glasses habitually, and when his vision changed from sleepy blur to clear, and successfully focused on the opposite side, he realized that Ron was watching the soul-catcher. She looked at his waist strangely and danced around; Neville looked remorseful and ashamed and was trying to pull Ron back; as for Hermione, the girl just shrugged with an expression of 'I didn't mean anything' on her face.
Harry looked down again and saw that Draco might have slept in the splits. There was still one hand on his stomach. He sat up suddenly just now, and the arm fell to his waist.
Harry: "…………"
I want to explain, but I don't know how to explain the problem. Maybe Ron's reaction was too big, but Harry felt a little embarrassed in front of his friends for the first time. After thinking about it, he took Draco's hand off and stuffed it into the quilt.
"harryyyyyy!!!!!!" This action seemed to give a signal to the other side. Ron's expression was as if he had seen a ghost. He shouted again, "How could you, how could you and Malfoy——"
"...I don't know why you are so excited...well, but I think the matter is not as serious as you think, and it is different from what you added in your mind." Harry said helplessly, trying to rationally solve Ron's short-circuit in thinking. at.
Ron believed it immediately, and believed it from another angle. For a moment, his facial features finally returned to normal: "I knew Hermione was lying to me! You must have been like this because you were all tired yesterday. You definitely didn't sleep together all the time. Right, Harry?"
Harry felt a little baffled by Ron's reaction: "...You know, Hermione didn't lie to you. I went to Draco's house and slept with him. So what's wrong?"
Ron's expression twisted again.
Neville was dumbfounded for a while, and then looked at them with his mouth open. He was more honest and said in a very down-to-earth and envious manner: "You guys have a really good relationship, Harry... but Ron and I live in the same room, so we all share the same room. I sleep on the bed, Ron is just not used to it?"
Harry shrugged and didn't really think there was any problem, so he asked him another question: "Why are you here? Well, I mean, is it still morning?"
"Your brother brought us here." Hermione looked at Ron, then at Harry and Draco, then at Draco and Harry, then at Ron and Neville. She seemed to be thinking about something, but she still answered smoothly, "He said yes. Let us visit your sleeping position... Of course I didn't take it seriously, Harry, I just came here to watch them." She pronounced the accent and glared at Ron and the twins who were snickering at the door.
"Merlin, Harry's brother said we could visit Harry and Malfoy sleeping, and then we saw Harry and Malfoy sleeping in the same bed -" Ron was in a trance, horrified, and spoke softly, as if he was sleepwalking, "- Did I mistake a girl for Malfoy? Or did I enter the wrong room and mistake a girl for Harry?"
hermione: "...but they are just friends."
Ron: "But they don't lack beds, so why do they have to squeeze into one bed all the time? That's Malfoy. He even wants to take out his own knife and fork when eating. He throws away his quill if someone touches it. And Loha." Malfoy is going to wipe himself and Harry clean after he finishes speaking——"
While he was gushing, there was a clang, and the next second, an alarm clock hit Ron's face, and Ron fell down due to the inertia of the collision.
Harry looked back with an 'O'-shaped mouth, and saw Draco sitting up next to him. Draco had a pair of dark circles under his eyes, expressionless and murderous, and his hand was still in the posture of throwing a shot put, as if he was next Ron will be executed on the spot in seconds.
Harry: "......draco."
Draco: "Listen to what this idiot said, Harry, except that I am a girl, you are talking about a girl, as if it is not normal for a boy to sleep in the same bed with a boy. This proves that there is something wrong with his thinking, and he may even discriminate against gays. I hit him for his own sake, why did you ask me to do that? Don’t you think I should hit him? Shouldn’t I hit him with this disrespectful thing that broke into other people’s rooms and disturbed my sleep?”
Harry: "..." Okay, actually I just want to ask if you haven't woken up yet.
hermione: "…………"
neville: "………………"
Peter's loud laughter came from the stairs at the end of the corridor. Harry could imagine him with his hands on his hips and his head thrown back, laughing crazily. At this time and place, thinking about the causes and consequences, even Harry would have a feeling of domestic violence in his heart. impulse.
And at this time, he heard Draco say: "Why are you still standing? Do you want to continue to disturb my poor little sleep?" After saying that, Harry felt pain in the back of his head - Draco fell back on his back, and he It was also suppressed.
Innocent onlookers standing:………………
The innocent onlookers who fell to the ground said: "Blood, blood, my nose is bleeding!"
y couldn't help but think about it.
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Xavier's home always has a medicine box with everything from capsules to potions, so Ron's nose was saved. And when they all sat down at the dining table, Harry realized that these friends had actually arrived not too early. Charles and Erik had gotten up and gone out at half past eight, and now it was already ten forty, and they would have to eat soon. It was lunch, and with the idea of causing trouble, Peter brought Ron and Hermione to watch his brother sleep. However, at the same time, he thoughtfully ordered a table of takeaways to fill Harry and Draco's stomachs.
Ron chewed the pizza with big mouthfuls. He was completely relieved of the pain of being smashed by this new type of food. His face was full of enjoyment: "Oh my God, if Muggles eat this every day, I would also like to be a Muggle...not me." I don’t think mom’s cooking tastes good, but this one is really delicious.”
When he was saying this, Peter and Harry were sitting side by side. They were about to become the eldest boy and the little boy of the two brothers. On the surface, they were sitting very straight, but in fact they were playing under the table. You step on me and I step on you. , if someone squats down and takes a look now, they will find that their legs under the table are so fast that only afterimages are left. In most cases, neither one can step on the other, but even though Harry grabbed Peter's goggles and held them tightly, Peter was still Faster, stepping on Harry's foot lightly and deftly from time to time, while stepping on it, he asked: "Is it because there is no pizza in the UK or there is no takeout in the wizarding world? Do we need to order takeout for you across the country? Huh? Harry? Have you missed it in the UK? Burgers and pizza?”
After saying that, he even rubbed Harry's head, and Peter had a drink.
"The lifestyle of wizards is stuck in the late Middle Ages." Hermione explained while poking a small piece of strawberry cake. "Although magic makes wizards' lives much more convenient, in terms of overall style, they are not as technological and modern as ordinary people. "
Peter smiled and pushed a plate of chocolate lava cake over: "Thank you for your explanation, little Mione." He also passed the Mont Blanc cake to Ginny who had been quietly looking at the place: "And this little beauty, you If you don’t like pizza, how about some cake?”
The red-haired girl quickly looked away, her face turned slightly red, and she thanked her very quietly.
Harry rolled his eyes at Peter in a friendly manner: "You're so boring, Peter, why don't you help Eric in the academy? Last time I saw you, you were still helping to transport the decorations. Have you finished everything? You I also broke the fifty balloons, you have to make up fifty, you make up ... Don't, don't use this look at the supervisor to see me, I don't want it, but you are too unreliable. " Underground definition, "You are all."
"I have done it! I have to have a holiday, my brother," Peter said in a tone that sounded extremely wronged. "Why can't you have a holiday?"
"Your holiday," Harry compared with his fingers silently, and repeated it again. In fact, he wanted to shoot the toast film on Peter's face. .”
There was a sneer in Draco next to the Draco, and when he was opposed to Peter's four eyes, he was convinced that the mixed ball was intentional, because Peter quickly made a face to him, and he could hardly see it, and then scratched Harry's pen.一个长距离缩短的手势，语气飘飘：“我只是觉得你在时间太太太太——太少，你不能只让我们的小小龙近距离了解你的生活，都是朋友，我们得公平一点，不Okay?"
After speaking, Peter blinked again.
Draco's grinding teeth.
Harry: "... Peter, if it wasn't for your loud laughed, I think you still have credibility." 166 Reading Network
