[HP] Lover

When Draco put on his cloak and hurried outside the dormitory, he saw Aiwen sitting motionless on the ground, breaking his fingers very seriously.

The weather in England is not too cold at this time, but the cellar is still cooler than outside, especially the floor. Draco put the cloak on his arm on Ivan, squatted down, and softly persuaded his little alcoholic.

Feeling that there was an extra cloak on his body, Aiwen still struggled for a while. The exquisitely crafted cloak was very effective in blocking the cold wind, so Aiwen stretched out his hands and wrapped them up spontaneously after struggling for a while, his big eyes squinted happily. He got up, blinked, moved his eyes from the pillar to Draco, blinked slowly, and said, "Draco, can't you get into the dormitory too? What a coincidence—"

Draco's heart contracted violently because of Ivan's soft tone. He stroked Ivan's brilliant blond hair and said, "It's not a coincidence at all."

"Huh?" Ivan tilted his head and looked suspiciously at Draco's eyes that became more and more captivating under the dim light, as well as his handsome and tough side face, which slowly turned red.

Draco chuckled, holding the back of Ivan's neck with his left hand, and grabbing his leg with his right hand, he hugged the small ball in his arms hard, and buried Aiwen's head under the action of inertia. When he was next to his neck, he whispered in Ivan's ear: "Because I came here specifically to find you."

Ivan felt the tips of his ears being itchy by the hot air, and moved a few times. Of course, this was not the first time Draco hugged him, so Ivan easily changed to a more comfortable position. His calf was shaking.

Never try to reason with a drunk, no matter who you are.

Draco sighed helplessly, and continued to squat on the ground earnestly persuading the little guy lying on the carpet to get up and take a bath.

"Ivan...I've already put in the water and your favorite essential oil, how about it?" Draco was about to talk dry, but Ivan was still lying on the carpet, unable to get up if he couldn't speak.

"..." Aiwen hummed softly, rolling around on the carpet several times like those children arguing with their parents to buy snacks and toys, wrinkled their hair and clothes, and there were several folds on the carpet.

Before he had time to feel sorry for the expensive handmade carpet, Draco patted his forehead and simply took off the plum-like clothes on Ivan's body right here.

Draco regretted so much why he left Ivan in the bedroom by himself. God knows how he felt when he came out of the bathroom after putting in the water and saw Ivan rolling around on the carpet.

After finally coaxing Aiwen into the bathroom, Draco went out to get a change of clothes, but when he came back, he found that the door of the bathroom was locked from the inside, and there was still the sound of dripping water.

Fearing that the drunk boy would slip inside, Draco knocked on the door and said loudly, "Evan, open the door."

"I can—" Alvin shouted.

No matter what Draco persuaded, Ivan was determined to wash himself, but he didn't open the door, and then he stopped talking. Draco stood at the door. The bathroom door was equipped with a magic circle, unless he could open the whole door. The door is blown up, otherwise I can only wait for the door to open anyway. If the door is blown up, Ivan will definitely be injured, and of course Draco will not do that.

in the bathroom,

Slytherin's dormitory is already big, and Draco is a rich man who is willing to work hard. Just one bathroom is as big as Ivan's dormitory, and the bath, which occupies half of the room, is steaming with a faint fragrance. , Malfoy is the one who enjoys it the most.

God knows that Ivan wants to wash with Draco again.

That picture is too good to think about.

In fact, Ai Wen was almost sober at this time. He was drinking beer with almost no alcohol content. He was only drunk because he drank too much and anxiously just now. When the cold wind blew and took a bath, the alcoholism was suppressed.

Ai Wen was naked, raised his hand and took out his trousers on the golden hook on the side, and took out a well-sealed potion bottle. The body of the bottle was flat and very small, and it was almost invisible in his pocket.

Aiwen still had foam in his hands. He bit open the cork with his teeth, raised his neck and drank all the liquid inside. He carefully put the empty bottle in the interlayer of his clothes.

After doing this, Ai Wen jumped back into the bathtub and washed off the foam on his body.

Draco had recently taken a liking to the chocolate chip rolls on the Hufflepuff table, by his own account.

I like to sit in Hufflepuff for every meal, because the Slytherin table does not serve this kind of food that will leave a lot of food.

Ivan was convinced, and devoted himself to grabbing food with other people, and then piled all the hard-won grabs in front of Draco.

Draco would smile, and share the same crispy roll with Aiwen affectionately. Of course, most of it went into Ivan's stomach, because Ivan missed other delicious food in order to grab the crispy rolls. To compensate .

Ai Wen still believed in it, and looked at his handsome lover more affectionately, accepted his lover's feeding and warm love words, and gained countless admiring eyes.

After taking a bath that night, Draco was going to have a good time with Ivan, who knew that Ivan drank too much beer, and kept going back and forth between the toilet and the bed until the early morning, on average every half an hour .

Draco was always woken up by him, seeing Ivan so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes and had to hug him.

On the second day, both of them had big dark circles on their faces, and Ivan was even more depressed. He spent the whole day lying on the big soft bed in the Slytherin dormitory, fully tasting the consequences of the hangover.

"Oh—it's so hypocritical." Blaise could clearly see the satisfied smiles on Draco's face across the crowd.

"Which aspect are you referring to? Blaise." Without looking up, Pansy knew who Blaise was talking about, of course it was their friend who had been running to the Hufflepuff table for two consecutive days.

On the second day when Ivan was drunk, Brace, Draco's roommate, was locked out of the dormitory for no reason all day long, so that he could only "miserably" continue to date a certain beautiful woman.

"In all aspects," Blaise curled his lips, "I obviously don't like the kind of food that doesn't taste elegant at all, and I can really pretend—thanks to little Wilson's trust."

Pansy laughed and said, "Stop talking, Draco finally found food that Hufflepuff has and Slytherin doesn't."

"Isn't it enough to just go there? Why is it so troublesome." Blaise couldn't understand it.

"Oh," Pansy glanced at him lightly, "Don't you know what kind of temper Draco is?"

While speaking, a pretty Slytherin girl blushed slightly, looked at Blaise expectantly, and asked if he could accompany her to the Christmas ball.

Blaise's peach blossom eyes were misty, and he seemed very expectant and full of helplessness and said to the girl: "I'm so sorry, Miss Lidis, I already have—" He looked at Pansy.

Pansy quickly hugged the arm of her fiancé next to her, showing that she was not Blaise's partner.

Lidis looked over softly.

The other noble ladies on the long table also looked over.

Blaise covered his forehead in pain, he finally understood why Draco ran to Hufflepuff in such a hurry.

Edward despised Ivan's behavior of bringing his boyfriend to the dinner table very much. He always felt that their every move was against a single person like him, so he sat far away from Ivan uncharacteristically.

Ivan didn't even notice, of course, all his mind was tied to the person next to him, he added food to Draco's dinner plate very attentively, with a smile like a little angel on his face and Draco Get together and twitter.

Draco was amused by him and laughed happily from time to time, raised his hand to rub the little golden hair, squeezed Ivan's chin and pressed a kiss on those soft lips.

In fact, he is not used to the atmosphere of Hufflepuff at all, just like Ivan is not used to Slytherin, but he still sits and eats in a site that does not belong to his college when he wants to.

The suppressed screams of the Hufflepuff girls reached the ears of the two of them very clearly. Obviously already used to Draco's kisses from time to time, Ivan still flushed with embarrassment, and his beautiful blue eyes moved around. Just don't look at Draco.

Draco frowned indistinctly, he found that he didn't like Ivan's blush in front of so many people.

How can you show your own things to others casually?

I want to build the most gorgeous and strongest castle, put layers of thorns on the outside of the castle, surround the most difficult and winding maze, put the softest clothes on my golden-haired angel, the most delicious food, and give him the most comfortable The environment prevented him from getting out of the golden cage he built for him.

Ivan sensitively sensed Draco's mood, and asked worriedly: "Draco, what's wrong with you?"

Draco looked down at him, Aiwen's eyes were like the most clear crystals, blinking and blinking was complete trust, and the full love was almost overflowing.

It made Draco's thoughts even darker.

"It's nothing." Draco lowered his eyes to cover his dark thoughts, took a sip of pumpkin juice, swallowed it, and said, "Come with me at the Christmas ball, Alvin."

Draco didn't even notice that his hands were trembling slightly.

He could only feel the faint taste of pumpkin when he opened his mouth.

Damn pumpkins!

Draco wanted to drink something else, but he didn't look at Ivan's face at all, for fear that he would shake his head or something.

Ai Wen rubbed his face vigorously, and managed to suppress the desire to laugh, but he couldn't help laughing when he opened his mouth. He grabbed Draco's neck and offered it with his face up. a kiss.

Draco glanced at Ivan's half-drinked milk in his hand, bent his eyes, and raised his hand to hold the back of Ivan's head.

What brand of milk?It tastes really good.

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PS: This time I am telling you very seriously that this article is really coming to an end, and I really don’t like wars, so ten years later——