pure blood loyalist

After class was over and everyone was gone, Malfoy came to Snape's side and said respectfully, "Godfather, I need to talk to you about something."

"Dumbledore didn't suspect you," Snape said, looking at Malfoy who was still uneasy, and added, "Come to my office at noon."

"Okay, Godfather."

When Malfoy walked out of the basement in a happy mood, he was suddenly taken aback by the person around the corner,

"Potter! What are you doing here if you don't go to class with your close friends!?"

"Aren't your inseparable bodyguards with you, Malfoy?"

"So?" Draco looked at the boy in front of him inexplicably.

"It's rare to catch you alone..." Harry said with a smile, looking at the still confused Draco in a good mood, the recent efforts finally made Draco no longer have a conditioned defensive posture against his approaching.

"You waited here for me, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Looking at the confident and arrogant young man in front of him, his slightly pouty thin lips seem to say that the young master has allowed you to please him, so be grateful to Dade.

Harry swallowed while looking at the curve of the neck, "Ahem... I mean, are you free recently?" With Draco's raised eyebrows, Harry continued, "The paper... I want to ask you for help..."

Draco tilted his head and squinted at Harry, "Abandoned by the Mudblood, Potter."

"Uh...Hermione also really wants to read the thesis you supervised. You know, she admires what you showed in class today." As for the title issue, Harry selectively ignored it, and there will be more ways to "educate" in the future. He corrects.

Malfoy seemed to relish the flattery, "I don't have time to waste on idiots, Potter. But—" he paused slightly, "if you beg me, maybe I'll think about it."

Hearing this, Harry stretched out his hand, and a miniature nigrum appeared in his palm. With Draco's surprised expression, he raised it in front of Draco. The little dragon in his palm flapped its wings and made Harry's voice, softly "pleassssse" over and over again It almost melted Draco's heart.

Harry looked at Draco engrossed, and slowly bent down. Just as he was about to touch the golden forehead, a voice as deep as a cello came and he immediately clenched his hands, and the little dragon disappeared instantly.

"What are you doing here?" Professor Snape came out of the basement and looked at the two people in the empty corridor.

Harry straightened his back, and Draco turned around as if awakened from a dream, looking at Snape like a kid caught doing something wrong.

"You should be on your way to class by now. Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy."

"Yes, Professor." Harry took Draco's hand and turned and ran.

"Hey - Potter! Let me go..." Draco thought it was a weird development, he was running hand in hand with Harry Potter in the corridors of Hogwarts - oh, Merlin.

"Hey!!! I said you let go of me——! Potter! Harry Potter!" He was obviously a Chaser, why did this guy have so much better physical strength than himself! ?

Harry suddenly stopped and turned around, and Draco bumped directly into his arms as expected, and grabbed the other's waist, and couldn't help but sigh secretly, ah—so thin...I used to think that his waist proportions were not perfect, I didn't expect that in my youth, I was so fine as to foul.

"Harry, can you call me Harry?"

One of Draco Malfoy's previous life teachings: When you have a conflict with the other party, use something more sudden to distract you.

"Hmph, dreaming!"

Sure enough, Draco didn't immediately ask the other party to let go of the hand he was holding and the hand on the waist

"draco—" Harry said, leaning over

"Shut up, I remember telling you not to call me by my Christian name."

"draco—" moved a little closer

There were gradually students in this less remote corridor, which made Malfoy feel extremely embarrassed, and his face began to turn pale and red.

"You - let me go first. Potter! Let go! Do you want Gryffindor to take a point penalty for your rudeness?" He slapped off the hand on his waist and struggled to shake off the grip on his wrist the other hand

"draco——" The stubborn man never let go, he didn't seem to care about the points, he really didn't mind the prefect taking him as a reason to deduct points, if he said the reason.

"Potter! Do you still want me to help you guide your thesis!" Draco had to say through gritted teeth.

"You promised?"

"Let go!"

"Did you say yes, Draco?"

"If you let me go, I promise you, now!"

Harry let go immediately

"Damn Gryffindor." Draco glared at Harry, and walked quickly to the next class that was already late.

But as soon as he sat down in class, he found a miniature nigrum drilled out of his cuff, kissed his finger and turned it into a line on his parchment:

See you at the library at eight o'clock tomorrow night. ——harry

Snape's office at noon

"Good afternoon, Godfather. Sorry to bother you."

"Sit down." Snape glanced at the visiting Malfoy, put away the things on the table, and took out two cups of tea.

"You were late on opening day." He saw Malfoy coming in through the gate very late.

"There were some accidents..." Malfoy was hesitating. Since Potter promised him that he would keep it a secret, he didn't want to bring up the matter that left him a stain. Passing out is really not something to show off.If you want to say why he believed Harry Potter's promise, it's too natural-because it's a real Gryffindor!They may hide or keep quiet, but they are the most trustworthy people, not trust, they are not so reliable - but trust, yes, Slytherin actually believed in the promise of Gryffindor. "It's just a little thing, and it's all settled."

"You can do what you have to do. The Dark Lord is very satisfied with your first mission."

It gave him a jolt to hear the Dark Lord, whose dementors had tried to kill him!But he couldn't say that his godfather was the Dark Lord's confidant!He wasn't quite sure whom the other party would choose to believe.

"I...not for this matter."

Snape waited silently for Draco's next words.

"Potter...it's been weird lately..." he said hesitantly

The muscles on Snape's face twitched vaguely when he heard Potter's name, it was Potter again...

"He... gave me a... Firebolt..." The more he said, the lower his voice

"...What did you say?" Snape doubted his ears for the first time, "Potter sent you a Firebolt?" He repeated steadily, but it made Draco's face slowly warm up a little.

"Yes, Godfather...I want you to check if he cast some kind of spell on it." Draco replied eagerly, as if trying to cover up something.

"Why did he send you a Firebolt?"

"...he said he wanted to be...friends with me?" Draco lowered his voice again, not quite sure of the veracity of this sentence, and put a question mark on it.

Snape looked at the young man in front of him inquisitively, recalling the nonsense Harry told him about dreams during the summer vacation, he was somewhat sure that Harry's intention to approach Draco was probably related to Voldemort's mission.

He tapped his index finger on the table and thought to himself, maybe it's not a bad thing - Dumbledore has always wanted the Malfoys to switch camps, if Draco is used as a breakthrough, the things he can't say as a loyal Death Eater can be explained by Potter came to open a hole...

"godfather?"

"Bring me the broom in a few days and I'll check it."

"Thank you godfather."

"Slytherins make friends with anyone worthwhile."

Malfoy was taken aback for a moment, then nodded seriously, "I see, Godfather."

Yes, he was a Slytherin, why should he bother about whether Potter really wanted to be his friend?It's ridiculous.