[HP] Lover

Until the next game was about to start, Ivan didn't summon a real Patronus, which made him extremely frustrated. Draco kept coaxing him patiently, but soon, Draco's mood changed. Worse than Ivan.

Potter's Fireball is back.

After Christmas, many people saw that Potter got a new broom, and it was the latest model of firecrackers, but Professor McGonagall quickly confiscated the broom. Draco gloated and said to Ivan: "It's best to wait until the House Cup is in Professor Snape's office before returning it to him."

Unexpectedly, only two weeks later, several Gryffindors, including Potter, directly showed off their fire guns during meals, and they even deliberately flew around during Slytherin training. Go, and loudly praise its excellent performance.

"Why didn't that damn broom break Potter's neck! Speed! Speed! Damn speed!" On the high platform, Draco cursed angrily, and threw his broom to the ground with his right hand. It is also a high-end product, which is the best in terms of stability and speed, but it is still a little bit weak compared to this year's new fire.

"Wait—" Ivan hurriedly stood up, caught the broom and put it aside. This was the first time that Draco got so angry in front of him. The little Ivan was so frightened that he could hardly speak, he just held Draco's hand tightly and looked up at him.

Draco looked at Ivan's pitiful little face that seemed to be still glistening with tears, and the anger in his heart that was aroused by Gryffindor's deliberate show off disappeared suddenly, as if he was splashed on it when the burning was in full swing. After a basin of water, there is only a touch of warmth left.

The timid Hufflepuff must have been terrified by the look just now. Thinking of this, Draco lowered his head, gently held Ivan's chin, and kissed comfortingly on that pale little face , softly coaxed: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid of me."

The fear that had just risen in Ivan's heart was dispelled by this sentence and a kiss. He stretched out his arms around Draco's neck, buried his face in the neck, and greedily breathed the rose fragrance on his body.

He was not afraid because Draco lost his temper. Ivan knew that it was not against him. He just thought, what if one day he really did something that made Draco angry? The scene, just thinking about it makes people's faces turn pale with fear.

"Tomorrow is the game between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw," Ivan calmed down, looked at Draco with blinking eyes, his hand was still tightly grasping a dark green skirt, and said seriously , "The match between Slytherin and Gryffindor is still a month away. We still have time to practice more. A good broom is only part of the game. The key depends on the skills and abilities of the players."

Draco picked up his broom, smiled and said, "Dear Alvin, you're right." Then he stepped on the broom, his platinum-blond hair blown to pieces by the strong wind.

Ai Wen stood on the high platform and stared blankly at his flight trajectory, his face was slightly red because of the phrase 'dear', there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes pursued the air with attachment, that flying cheerful figure.

Two weeks later, the weather has become very cold. Ivan, who is always afraid of the cold, is wrapped in a coat even in the warm dormitory with a fire. His coat belongs to Draco, which is bigger than his whole body In the number, especially when wearing it and walking around the dormitory, you can almost only see a wriggling piece of clothing rubbing back and forth.

Edward hugged and slept with Ivan almost every day, but one day he accidentally saw the small card that Draco sent to Ivan with a private message.

In fact, it’s not Edward’s fault. Aiwen put all the cards under the pillow, and took them out to look through them when he was free. When he was laughing with Edward at night, the card accidentally fell out. The paper with dark green patterns was on the white paper. The bed sheet is very prominent, with the signature of 'Draco Malfoy' on it - 'Love you Draco Malfoy'

Ivan carefully put away the card and didn't dare to look at his friend's face. If Gryffindor and Slytherin are the worst match, then the next one must be Hufflepuff. Slytherin always looks down on people. Ordinary Hufflepuff, Hufflepuff also can't understand Slytherin who always looks at people with his chin and the white of his eyes.

But not only was he with Slytherin, he was also the proudest and most domineering Malfoy in Slytherin.

Fortunately, Edward didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he changed the topic to discuss the Hogsmeade week next Saturday. Ivan took a peek at Edward and found that his face still had the same smile as usual. He took a breath, and started talking along Edward's topic.

In fact, Edward had already discovered that Ivan was in a relationship with a Slytherin. After all, they lived in the same dormitory and ate and slept together. Of course, he knew that Ivan had something to hide from everyone. The roommates who sneaked out late at night always wore The clothes with the Slytherin logo came back, but the clothes disappeared the next day, and they were sent back at first glance; Ivan, who had been saving money and never bought things casually, suddenly raised a pussy. I put it on my shoulders in my arms; I don’t know when my friends who are not good at matching will start to dress more and more tastefully, and they will also pay attention to their appearance, and their hair is combed every day. They used to go to the library when they had nothing to do, but now When there was no class, there was no one to be found. Even when eating, he looked in the direction of Slytherin obsessively, and then laughed.

I just didn't expect that person to be Malfoy...

It's really good to hide it. Edward looked at Ivan, who was smiling and relaxed and brimming with happiness, and laughed along with him.

It's good luck to meet someone who looks at him from a distance and is happy all day long.

On Saturday, Draco still called Ivan out early in the morning, and told him carefully in a corner of the corridor.

"You are not allowed to go out of the castle gate, you are not allowed to provoke dementors, and you are not allowed to sneak to Hogsmeade Village..." Ivan was still laughing in his heart and wanted to continue to go to Hogsmeade Village from the secret passage on the third floor. Draco A series of not being allowed to come down directly knocked him stupid, standing on the spot with his head up, his stupid look caused Draco to burst out laughing.

Ivan lowered his head in frustration, staring at his toes, at the hem of Draco's robe, and at the pattern on the floor, but he didn't lift it up.

"I'll buy you whatever you want, huh? What do you want?" Draco wrapped his arms around Ivan's shoulders affectionately, blowing on his red earlobes.

Ivan shrank his neck because of the sudden coolness, pursed his lips and muttered: "I want to be with you, Draco."

"I'll be back early," Draco said, "and you can see me by lunch at the latest."

"But I really want to be with you. I don't want anything. Just let me follow. I went to see it. No one found the secret passage on the third floor. I won't collide with Potter."

"There are dementors in the castle and in Hogsmeade," Draco said, still unmoved, "I'm worried."

"I learned the Patronus Charm. You taught me. Don't you have confidence in your abilities? Draco."

"Ivan..." Draco sighed helplessly, "Your patron saint is still a cloud of mist up to now, please be good..."

"I don't want to be obedient!" Ivan suddenly interrupted Draco, his eyes widened and his neck was stuck and said: "If I am obedient, I won't be with you, Draco, you can't be in the castle, with Me, since you're worried, why are you still going!"

"No one will let go of the opportunity to go to Hogsmeade Village, just this day," Draco frowned, pinching Ivan's shoulders, and his tone was a little anxious, but he still asked softly: "Ivan, Something is wrong with you..."

"There's nothing wrong!" Ivan patted Draco's hand away, took two steps back, and shouted at him: "If you want to go so much, go, don't worry about me, whether it's being killed by Black or being demented It has nothing to do with you if you blame the kiss."

There was a trace of injury on Draco's face, but in the next second, he restrained his expression, said nothing with a solemn face, and just looked at Ivan with those gray eyes that were exactly like his father's.

After Ivan blurted out, he realized that he had said the wrong thing. He knew that it was wrong to be so clingy, but he felt wronged again and again until Goyle and Crabbe walked down the corridor while calling Draco's name. In the past, Draco responded impatiently, turned around and walked out without looking at Ivan.

Aiwen squatted on the steps annoyed, feeling agitated. In fact, whether Draco went to Hogsmeade village had no effect on him. Originally, the two of them didn't see each other every day, but he didn't know that he What's going on recently, I'm always in a panic, I want Draco to coax him well.

It's just that he forgot that Draco wasn't such a good-tempered person in the first place, and those tenderness and tenderness were just because of liking.

If one day this liking is gone, will Draco face him with such an impatient face, all those tenderness, those soft-spoken words, and those sweetness, all given to another person, that kind of situation, just think about it uncomfortable...

Aiwen looked at his toes blankly, his eyes gradually became firmer, and he made up his mind to look for Draco when he came back, whether he acted like a baby or apologized, in short, he couldn't just leave without saying a word like this, which made people feel flustered.