[HP] Lover

Ivan originally thought that Draco would come back after playing for a day, and he had already made up his mind to pester Draco by all means, and then he would never be so willful again.

But when he squatted in the corridor on the third floor until his legs became numb, and he patted his legs to go to the library to read a book, he turned around a few bookshelves to the innermost corner, and suddenly found that there was already a person at the table he often went to.

The man sat upright on the chair, heard the footsteps of Ai Wen approaching without even raising his head, and was still concentrating on flipping through the potion book in his hand. The sun shone in through the window, shining on his platinum-blond hair Staying there for a moment left behind a dazzling light, that delicate face seemed to be carved by the creator with the most exquisite chisel and the most meticulous techniques, and every move carried the elegance and restrained arrogance of the ancient family.

He just opened the first page of the potion book, and it looked like he had just sat down.

"Sit." After waiting for a while, the boy raised his head impatiently and said, "Aren't you tired after squatting for more than an hour?"

"Tired!" Aiwen responded, and the lingering depression in his heart suddenly disappeared. He walked over cheerfully, sat on the other side with his buttocks, wrapped his hands around him like bones, and kept rubbing against his arms, " Draco - Draco -"

"Tsk... sit down honestly, I won't accompany you if you are kicked out." Draco pinched Ivan's exposed earlobe pretending to be disgusted, and the warm touch made him unconsciously brush a touch of softness from his heart. No matter what, I couldn't bear to be really angry with this boy who was lying in his arms and acted like a baby.

Ivan didn't speak, his eyes were almost cracked into a smile, Draco's chest was as warm as ever, with a strong and powerful pulse, which made people indulge in it unconsciously, he felt like a thirsty fish, nostalgic and deeply Loving the embrace as deep as sea water.

Draco finally didn't go to Hogsmeade Village, but the next day, he still threw Ivan a big box full of all kinds of candies.

Ivan holds the box and counts the remaining candies every day, and when he finishes eating the first layer, he holds a star-studded licorice stick in his mouth and laughs with Edward on the Hufflepuff long table At that time, there was a commotion from Gryffindor.

Neville Longbottom, a third-year student, rushed out amid the laughter of Slytherin, and the voice of a very stern old lady slowly disappeared in the auditorium.

"A yelling letter, it's really bad, Edward, did you hear me? That's Longbottom's grandmother, right? What did he do wrong?" Ivan trembled with lingering fear, the roar was a hundred times louder than usual The silverware on the table rattled, of course, followed by the exaggerated out-of-key laugh that clearly belonged to Draco, obviously, he was the one who brought up the Slytherin's laughter.

"You are the scum of the family, the family is ashamed of you--" Edward glanced over there, and said in a drawn-out voice, but then he clicked his tongue: "And Malfoy's laughing .”

Hearing him say Draco, knowing that it had nothing to do with him, Aiwen still blushed a little, lowered his head and said nothing. Seeing this, Edward slapped Aiwen's waist narrowly, with a very deliberate big pimple on his face. Smiling: "What are you hiding?" He quickly accepted the fact that his friend fell in love with Slytherin.

Ivan was ticklish, so he pushed his hand away with a smile, and said with a smile: "You haven't told me... why did Longbottom receive that..."

"I don't know, it probably has something to do with Blake breaking into the Gryffindor lounge a few days ago." Edward stood up to catch his package, and let the white owl grab a piece of bacon from his plate, and then circled Fly away from the window.

"Oh my god, he didn't tell Black the entry code, it's terrible." Ivan patted his chest with lingering fear, he saw Edward take out a necklace with the little Snitch from the package, and then put it and the box together Stuffed it into the schoolbag, "I heard that Blake rushed into the Gryffindor dormitory with a knife and almost hacked Weasley to death!"

"This! I should ask Wen Na and the others." Edward's eyes widened in surprise, and the round faces embedded in his round face looked very funny, but Ivan was in no mood to chat with him, because Dela Ke mouthed him, then stood up and left the auditorium with his schoolbag on his back.

Ivan stood up abruptly, but he just looked at Draco and didn't notice that he also had a letter. The little owl hit him directly on the shoulder, and a white envelope fluttered to the ground. Ivan picked up the envelope and stuffed it into his pocket. He ran out without looking.

"Draco!" Ivan yelled. He looked around and found that no students had passed by here, and Draco was standing in front of the window, throwing his black schoolbag on the ground. He turned around when he heard the sound, and then Ivan Jumping up all at once, wrapping both arms around Draco's shoulders, and wrapping his legs around Draco's waist from the front, they are very flexible and slender. In this way, his whole body is like a koala on this tree. On the tall and slender tree with platinum-gold seedlings, "Why did that Longbottom receive the roaring letter? Could it be that there are too many crucibles? The old lady Longbottom should be used to it, after all, Longbottom almost every week Crucibles will be mailed."

The corner of Draco's mouth curled up into a mocking arc, and he sighed and said, "Yes, yes, the savings of the Longbottom family for a hundred years have almost turned into a crucible...but he will receive the Howler letter, which still has to be done. Thanks Potter."

"Hey? What do you say?" Ivan blinked, what's the matter with Potter, and was about to ask, Draco grabbed Ivan's hand on his chest and nodded his face, the purpose was very clear, the meaning It is clear.

Ivan's face turned red slowly, he tilted his head, leaned close to Draco's slender neck, and kissed that pale and tough face, in the empty and quiet space where even breathing could be clearly heard, The warm breath sprinkled on the side of the neck, and the light kiss like a dragonfly's water gradually deepened, and Ivan could even hear his intermittent whimpering from his throat.

The two of them still maintained their previous posture. Ivan clung tightly to this person, and accepted the man's passionate kiss with his face sideways. When his consciousness became blurred due to lack of oxygen, he heard Draco say : "...Blake, who has always wanted to enter the Gryffindor lounge, picked up a note full of passwords, and that note belongs to Longbottom..."

"What?" Ivan only heard the vague words of 'Black', 'Longbottom' and 'Password'. When he wanted to listen carefully, Draco had already put him down and shoved him in the corner, so even Those few words were quickly forgotten by him, and he focused on chasing those two pale lips.

Until dinner, Edward still chirped and asked Ivan about the shouting letter. Obviously he didn't get any useful information from Wenna, and Ivan said something indiscriminately. Black wanted to go to Gryffindor to rest Room and Longbottom knew the password.

"Longbottom will never tell the password to a wanted criminal. Every Gryffindor will know the password. Why is it Longbottom?" Edward was still asking, because Ai Wen's answer was exactly the same as the guess in the morning, "Ai Wen Wen, you didn't ask about that..."

"Maybe he is very stupid." Ivan replied innocently. Maybe it was because he had been with Draco for a long time. Some of Draco's views directly affected Ivan's evaluation of some people. Most of the comments are inaccurate, but if you listen too much, you will inevitably be biased towards his point of view, such as Longbottom is a fool and the other Gryffindors are brainless violent madmen.

After dinner, everyone gathered in the lounge to write Professor Lupin's thesis. Ivan heard a girl tell her friends that her grandmother was sick in a letter this morning. He remembered the letter in his pocket and hurried to He tore open the envelope and pulled out the thin parchment inside. It was written by Idir. He brought some bad news. Ivan pursed his lips and threw the parchment after reading it into the fireplace.

The next day was a fine day. After the flying lesson in the second grade, Ivan carried the broom and laughed and walked to the castle with his friends. They could finally use their own broom in the flying lesson instead of struggling with the broken broom at school. , when we were about to reach the castle, many senior students came from the other direction, and Ivan noticed with sharp eyes that Draco Malfoy was among them. He walked with Goyle and Crabbe. The middle made him look very thin, but Ivan knew how strong he was and how amazing his explosive power was.

Draco obviously also saw Ivan who was bouncing around and carrying a big broom. He still had no expression on his face, but his walking speed slowed down obviously. Goyle and Crabbe scratched their heads and followed suit. At a slow speed, the students behind quickly overtook them. After Ivan said goodbye to his friends, he still followed Draco with his broom in his arms, like a little follower.

"...It's useless, the verdict is in Lucius Malfoy's pocket...I'm sure the rest of his time will be the happiest..." When he was about to go up the steps, Ivan was surprised to find Hagrid Also, not far in front of Draco, his eyes were swollen like small walnuts, red and red, and he held a dirty handkerchief in his hand, and he raised it up to blow his nose from time to time.

Hearing them mentioning Malfoy—because Hagrid's voice was really loud and very sad, Ivan found that Draco had stopped and was about to speak, so he walked a few steps quickly until behind Draco, he Hearing Draco say in his usual lazy, sarcastic voice, "Look at the way he's crying," he turned to Goyle and Crabbe, "have you ever heard of some very pathetic things?"

Potter, Weasley, and Granger all ran over quickly, furious. Ivan suddenly remembered Draco's evaluation of Gryffindor. When he took a closer look, Granger didn't even have hair. About to explode, looking menacing like a lioness, she clenches her fists, lifts up, and then she hits nothing—you can see how much force she's using, the force of the momentum knocks her out of her feet. He fell into the arms of Zabini on the other side.

Ivan quickly grabbed Draco's robe and pulled him behind Goyle, but Draco obviously didn't expect Granger to make a move. He froze, shook a few times in shock, and stood there .

"How dare you call Hagrid poor, Malfoy, you mean fellow!" She was still clenching her fists, "Hermione—" Weasley said weakly, trying to pull Granger up in Zabini's arms .

Ivan was still grabbing Draco's robe, but no one paid attention to him. Draco's pale face was quickly stained with a thin layer of red, and he stared angrily at the other people present, "Brace—" He sighed, calling Zabini's Christian name like a true friend, "When did you win Granger's heart? Look, she's throwing arms." Then he let out a sneer, Reached behind and grabbed Ivan's wrist, pulling him to the stairs leading to the cellar.

Ivan grabbed his broom and looked back, and found that the three of Potter were still talking angrily, Blaise smiled and waved at Granger, Crabbe and Goyle quickly followed Draco, still No one noticed him.

"Don't be angry, Draco." Ivan said from behind Draco.

"I'm not angry, not at all." Draco raised his eyebrows high, looking very proud, he pinched Ivan's nose, "I'm not the one who lost face."

After being intimate with Draco on the basement floor for a while, Ivan ran back to the lounge, and Draco walked along the marble stairs to the second basement floor.

There were very few people in the lounge. Edward was playing wizard chess with another roommate. Ivan squatted on the sofa beside them and watched for a while, before deciding to find Professor Sprout.

The herb class in the afternoon was over. When Ivan arrived at the office, Professor Sprout was grading assignments. Her office password was mandrake, which every Hufflepuff student knew.

"Wilson, is there anything I can do for you?" Professor Sprout looked up and asked, she was a pudgy and very gentle witch with some dirt on her skirt, she had obviously just returned from the greenhouse.

"Uh...professor...it's about the Easter holiday a week later...I have some urgent matters at home, so I think..." Aiwen was always a little uncomfortable in front of the professor, and he struggled to explain clearly.

Professor Sprout was obviously very patient. She nodded patiently after listening to Ivan, and said: "Of course, Ivan, but you only have two days, because my authority is two days, more You need to go to Professor Dumbledore to apply during the holidays."

Ai Wen was very surprised to be able to get a vacation. There is no difference between two days and three days. He just wants to go home once.

Aiwen didn't want to go to the principal at all. Although the bearded headmaster Dumbledore smiled every day and looked very kind and nice. Aiwen did have a good impression of this old man, but he didn't want to trouble him with small things. Headmaster, even if it's not a small matter to him at all.

The author has something to say:

If you don't go, don't go, Draco is so decisive~~

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