[HP] Lover

Malfoy Manor, Flower Hall

Lucius, who had been staying in the manor for more than a month, finally changed into the windbreaker he was going out on this day, and left from the fireplace with a snake staff. Immediately afterwards, Snape, who lived here with his suitcase after the holiday, also left. the manor.

Draco was relieved. With Lucius and Snape watching in the manor, he couldn't let go of his hands and feet to investigate the matter. His original plan to write to Ivan also fell through. For some reason, he didn't want Lucius to know about Ivan's existence.

Although even if Lucius knew about Aiwen's existence, his first thought was not to separate the two, but how to maximize the benefits and use this relationship to gain benefits from Aiwen.

"Are you going? My mother got the ticket for the top seat." The dark-skinned boy leaned over the balcony and looked down at the aristocratic boy and girl who were socializing, shaking a glass of red wine carelessly with his right hand, "It's that...well, a certain A higher-ups took the initiative to send it, what is it called...'Salamander'?"

"Hey..." The black-haired girl next to him laughed. She put on a very glamorous makeup today. The black eyeliner and strong eyeshadow look more exquisite and outstanding than Cleopatra. Stepfather's name will be remembered wrong... huh?"

"Mr. Malfoy should have gotten the best ticket, Draco." Blaise drank the sober red wine in a sip, put the goblet casually on the side of the petal-covered terrace, and said, "I remember you I’ve been thinking about going there half a year ago.”

"I've changed my mind," Draco lazily lowered his eyes, and his eyes quietly stayed somewhere in the banquet hall on the first floor, "You two go."

"I'm afraid... only Blaise himself," Pansy smiled, leaned back on Blaise's shoulder, and sighed, "I can't go either."

Pansy didn't look as flamboyant as usual. Instead, she frowned slightly, looking very depressed. Draco turned his eyes from the first floor to the wine glass in her hand and the red corners of her eyes. up.

Although she is not good at brooms at all, she has said more than once before that she likes Quidditch and the freedom of Quidditch.

"I heard from Salamander that Parkinson is going to marry the Heim family this summer," Blaise raised his head, frowning, and said, "Don't tell me it's you, Pansy, it's just a joke."

The Heinm family is an aristocrat in the German wizarding world, with a long and very old history and many family members, but only the main family has lived in the Heinm Manor for generations.

"Then your hopes will come to naught. This weekend, I'm going to Germany, and I'll probably come back after school." Pansy rolled her eyes, and was seriously fiddling with her crystal nails with her left hand. The ten fingers are long and white, just like the owner of these hands, she has always been a beautiful and well-maintained girl.

"He...how is he?" Draco managed to find his voice, even though he was very clear that the descendants of nobles, including himself, would be like this in the future, but he never thought it would be so early.

"Rich, tough, and full of charm," Pansy said, spreading his hands indifferently, seemingly not at all troubled by being raped by a fiancé. "Everyone says that, but I've never met him."

Blaise opened his mouth, and finally didn't ask the question "Do you like him?" He probably drank too much alcohol and drank too fast, otherwise, why did he suddenly feel that his eyes are so sore.

"That's good, since everyone thinks he's good, then it's true... I heard that the Germans are very strict..." Blaise relaxed his shoulders to make Pansy lean more comfortably, and he was still casual smiling, revealing a row of neat teeth.

Much better than me.

The boy with chocolate-colored skin paused, but did not say the following words.

Blaise is a well-known playboy at Hogwarts. He has girlfriends in almost four colleges. Without exception, they are the kind of obedient girls who like white skirts and long hair. Draco never thought that he likes Pansy .

Now that I think about it, there are actually many things that have been foreshadowed. For example, in every potion class, Blaise will always be in a group with Pansy, who is not good at potions. He writes two potions papers at a time. For example, Blaise obviously doesn’t like that. Not a gentleman's broom, but he still couldn't wait to participate in the selection of the Quidditch Academy team in the second grade.

It's just that one of these two people pretended not to know, and the other pretended to be stupid.

Draco didn't know when Blaise started to like Pansy, and he didn't know when everyone started to grow up. He only remembered that because he didn't like those girls who had been around since childhood, Pan Xi Xi has been doing her best to help her get married. Later, when she met Aiwen, she didn't interfere even if she didn't agree with it very much.

It seems that from that time on, everyone had their own affairs, and even Gore and Crabbe were no longer inseparable from him, and everyone began to disperse slowly.

Now, she was going to be someone else's girl.

Draco sighed vaguely.

Pansy blinked her smart eyes, her obsidian-like eyes were curved with warmth, she said with a smile: "I want to be more open, in fact, this is my own choice, it should be my cousin, but then I thought So, the Heim family is so powerful, so why not just give my cousin the chance to surpass me, I want to inherit the Parkinson family, and marrying the heir of the Heim family is the most effective way,"

"It is very wise for the ancestors of the Malfoy family to choose a generation of single-fax. Look at our family, even though my grandfather and his brothers are as close as one, we, as descendants, cannot avoid competing with each other."

Draco chuckled, and said in a low voice: "If something happens to me, the Malfoy house will be broken. It's not very peaceful recently. This is not a good thing. Those portraits in the house will go crazy."

"Anyway, I really envy you, Draco," Blaise poured himself another glass of wine without knowing when, he sighed like a really close friend, "Although I don't know the next one here Who is the hostess, but at least you have been with the person you really like, you can exchange love openly and express your feelings—"

Draco smiled, noncommittal.

"Draco, where is Mr. Malfoy... is that the girl from the Wilson family? When did she dye her hair?" Pansy asked hesitantly, following Draco's gaze to the banquet hall on the first floor, the man who was with him A dancing girl from a certain noble boy, her dazzling and splendid blond hair is almost exactly the same as Ivan's.

Perhaps feeling the gaze from the second floor, Eleanor Wilson raised her head inadvertently, and smiled at the three people on the terrace. Her exquisite appearance and slender and attractive neck attracted several boys around her to look back frequently.

"Oh, God!" Pansy turned her head and made a retching motion, shaking her head in disbelief: "She's like a chicken in a phoenix skin, she's glowing and ugly as hell. Draco, Don't tell me this is Mr. Malfoy's arrangement, I'm beginning to think that Ivan is a little angel."

Draco squinted his eyes and chuckled, the Malfoy family's iconic platinum-blonde short hair was very softly attached to his ears, the sun shone in from the rose window, and painted a layer of holy gold on his side face, "No, I don't want to No one can make me compromise."

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wilson manor

"...No one can make him compromise on things he doesn't want." The handsome and proud Patriarch Malfoy sat on the side of the sofa with a smile, his tone was very soft, his eyes very similar to Draco's were slightly narrowed, and he looked, Like a resting fox, lazy but still exudes a dangerous atmosphere.

He will smile and lure you to come to him, but behind him is an abyss.

"Mr. Malfoy," Ivan lowered his eyes, covering a layer of tulle-like azure blue eyes, staring seriously at one of his perfectly cut octagonal cufflinks, his tone without any ups and downs, as if he was talking about someone who had nothing to do with him "Are you here today just to show off your heir to me, a Hufflepuff on leave?"

"I don't intend to be with you, but please tell me why you are here." The boy with a delicate appearance and a clean temperament raised his head, and looked seriously at the man in front of him who was about the same age as his father, the most respected father of the person he liked, he was tactful And arrogant, when talking about his son, his tone was full of unknowing pride.

As a father, the kind of tenderness towards his son even made Ivan couldn't help but relax, "It really is the type he likes..." The man sighed lowly, and took out a potion filled with potions out of nowhere. The bottle, the crystal bottle is gently placed on the glass surface to make a crisp sound, and the platinum-colored liquid slowly ripples in the exquisitely crafted potion bottle. Under the sunlight, it looks like a bottle of liquid flowing The gold, the faint gold, tightly grasped Ivan's eyes.

Can only be made by potions masters, the lost, reversal potion that can cure Squibs!

"Just a small deal, Mr. Wilson Jr."

Lucius said this, but his subordinates didn't stop. Under Ivan's puzzled eyes, he put a smaller bottle of potion next to the reversal potion. The dark purple potion was packed in a tightly sealed spiral shape. Inside the bottle, the owner of the potion obviously cherishes it even more. Even the seal is not an ordinary wooden stopper, but a crystal made of the same material as the bottle body. It should be that the mouth of the bottle is tightly fitted together without any gaps.

"This is... me and Dr..." Ivan breathed heavily and then held his breath, looking unconsciously at Lucius' flawless face, tremblingly said: "We...we... "

"Don't rush to deny it, Mr. Wilson Jr." Lucius smiled, his deep brows and eyes were undisguisedly confident and sure: "Don't underestimate your charm, and don't underestimate my ability."

The elf of the Wilson family is very old. He has served the Wilson family for more than a century, and he still retains the old tradition. The afternoon tea of ​​the Wilson family still maintains those red tapes. In front of the table with utensils and daisies, his voice was deep and mellow like the finest black tea. In front of him, Aiwen had no strength to resist.

"The wizarding world is becoming more and more unsettled. Everyone can feel the undercurrent. This river that has been silent for decades is finally about to have waves..." Lucius pointed his slender fingers on the coffee table The two bottles of potions side by side said: "As a father, I have to think about my son, and as a patriarch, I have to think about the future of the family—"

Lucius smiled, "It's rare for me to explain so much to the person I'm negotiating with. May I call you by your Christian name, sir?"

"Yes, sir." Ivan glanced at Lucius secretly, and felt that he was not as scary as it was rumored outside, so eating people without spit out bones. From his words, he could always hear the love for Draco between the lines. Doting, this made Aiwen's favor towards him gradually increase little by little.

The author has something to say:

Pansy and Blaise have a hazy feeling for each other. Can I say that I like this CP very much, but they are not suitable.

There is a tall and straight young man who is serious and serious but nagging in private dotes on her

And that dark purple potion, does anyone know what it is?Good guess~~~

The school that makes students stand and chant at night is the sickest

I'm dizzy from online classes, hey ╮(╯▽╰)╭