[HP] Lover

The closer it was to the third game, the more flustered Aiwen became. He began to put more and more energy into the library, flipping through books non-stop, feeling restless. Many times when Draco looked at him, Aiwen felt Wen Du was looking worriedly at the playground, where the direction of the third game field was being built.

This made Draco very unhappy.

A few weeks before the game, Draco hugged Ivan and whispered, and Ivan hid himself in a corner with his head down and said nothing.

Draco reached out and clasped Ivan's chin, forcing him to raise his head, his voice could not hide his anger: "Ivan, what are you thinking?"

Evan said something in a low voice.

"What?" Draco clearly felt his lover's trembling. He thought he had hurt Ivan, so he let go of his hand and rubbed the beautifully shaped chin again.

"Do you believe in prophecy? Draco." Ivan asked.

"I believe the future is unpredictable." Draco replied. He raised his eyebrows and said, "So, what prophecy did you hear? Trelawney's? She is an old liar, and everyone knows it."

"She once accurately predicted—" Ivan's words were blocked by Draco's hand, and the tall and handsome platinum-blonde boy roared in a low voice: "He has disappeared! More than ten years ago! Ivan, It's not your concern..."

Ivan pressed down Draco's palm and looked at him stubbornly. After a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "Draco, do you want to hear the prophecy about yourself?"

"You..." Draco's voice faltered suddenly.

Ivan didn't tell Draco that he had followed the old path of the Wilson family, he tilted his head mischievously, and said, "It's just a small trick, Draco."

Ivan closed his eyes pretentiously, took out his wand and waved it.

"Mr. Draco Malfoy, your future - prosperity and wealth, a smooth life."

His voice was as clear as a teenager and as long as it was ancient, with a solemn tone like an oath. Draco lowered his head as if bewitched, and asked, "What about my offspring? The offspring who inherit your and my genes must be very good... ..."

"Draco!" Ivan puffed his mouth accusingly, "It's hard for me to be so serious, and you still interrupt me!"

Draco snorted: "I have doubts, Mr. Prophet."

"I never thought so much! I'm a boy!"

"Huh?" Draco bent down and pecked Ivan on the face, "We've been dating for so long, of course I know you're a boy, in fact, I knew very well from the time you got drunk—"

Ivan blushed and turned his head away. Draco stretched out his arms and took Ivan to the cellar, "Maybe I will work hard on the issue of future generations... How about staying in the cellar today..."

Ivan shook his head and muttered no, but he followed Draco non-stop.

After they left, two shorter figures stepped out from behind the sculpture, the snake-shaped emblem on the corner of the robe gleaming.

"Idir, I really didn't expect that my cousin and your brother are here." Nils wrinkled his chubby little face with a very embarrassed expression on his face. The two of them got off the astrologer and got lost. , Nils chose a direction at random based on his intuition, but he didn't expect to meet two senior students who were intimate in the unmanned corridor, and one of them was his cousin.

Yidier was even more embarrassed than Nils, because the one who was easily kissed, blushed and dragged to the dormitory for the night without saying a few words was his brother, dear brother!

In this corner where even the air was filled with ambiguity, the two of them didn't even stay for a while, they hurried towards the right direction.

Nils asked his friend stupidly, "Didn't you just say that you wanted to send a letter to your brother? Yidi."

Yidi laughed dryly. He thought that the matter would be exposed, but he didn't think about Niels' question.

"That... oh... I'll give it to my brother tomorrow." Yidi said dryly, wishing he could fly to the library to read books in a second.

"It's so troublesome," Nils Black, with a negative EQ, said in a daze, "You can just send it to my cousin's dormitory tonight."

Yidi staggered a bit, thinking about this kind of thing, as long as he knew it, why did you say it!

The next morning, Idiel went to the Black Lake with Ivan while Draco was in class.

The two brothers haven't had such a chance to chat since the beginning of school. The key is that Draco watched Aiwen very closely, for fear that he would accompany him wherever he lost something. He even skipped some courses to accompany Aiwen. arts.

Ivan also accompanied him, and he didn't feel displeased at being controlled at all. He even enjoyed it a little bit.

Willing to enjoy everything Draco has to offer him.

"What do you want me to do? Idir." Ivan was still holding a potion book in his hand, which he had just borrowed from the library, and he picked up a leaf and stuck it between the thick pages.

Edith paused, took out a gold-plated envelope from his pocket and handed it to Ivan, and said in a low voice, "This is a letter from Mr. Malfoy, it's in my mail-order package, it's something urgent, right? You... have a look."

Ai Wen frowned, directly tore open the envelope and took out the parchment with a faint fragrance inside to read. There was not much content, as he read along, his brows became more and more wrinkled, and his lower lip was bitten white by his teeth.

"Brother!" Idiel yelled anxiously, clutching Ivan's sleeve tightly, and worried: "What is it?"

Ai Wen's eyes were empty, and his clear-sky-colored pupils were instantly dyed black. He held on to the letter paper so hard that he almost kneaded the expensive parchment into a ball.

"Mr. Malfoy said...I'd better hurry up and wait...he'll find a way to deregister me and send me away...preferably before the third game."

"Is it okay if you don't go? Brother...or you are at Hogwarts..." Idiel grabbed his brother's clothes helplessly, and his blue eyes, which were very similar to Ivan's, were fixed on his brother's face.

The two brothers grew up dependent on each other and were never separated for too long.

Cancellation of identity means that Alvin Wilson no longer exists in the British wizarding world, and no one will be able to find him again. Why does it have to be like this.

"Because they will try their best to find me—or, to put it another way, find the Wilson family. Now almost no one outside knows that you have recovered your magic power. They will only think that I tried to send you in, but I... Hogg Woz is very safe for you, not me." Ivan sighed, what he didn't say was that there was another reason.

It is against the laws of human physiology for a wizard to give birth. There are no organs in a man's body to conceive offspring. The childbirth potion is to help form an isolated space in the body, supply nutrition to the fetus, and maintain the magic cycle. Even if the pregnancy is successful, can it be possible? It is still unknown whether the person born and conceived will be safe.

In case Ai Wen was the part that failed, he didn't want to see his lover and brother collapse.

So he will leave the magic world with the help of Lucius after he has recovered his body and used the potion.

In this way, even if he died because of this incident, the people he loved would not know, they would just always think that he was in a good place somewhere, living as usual.

But Ivan didn't expect it to be so fast.

Idiel lowered his head in frustration, and whispered: "Brother, will you tell Draco about this?"

Ai Wen pursed his lips, sighed, and shook his head resolutely, "No."

"He likes you."

"I know, so I won't tell him." Ivan smiled and unfolded the parchment in his hand, placed it on the grass and drew out his wand, "It disappeared without a trace."

After the spell was over, a small whirlwind swept by, leaving only the green lawn where the parchment had been placed before, the grass bent slightly and swayed in the wind.

"I don't know."

"Idir, one day in the future, you will meet a person who wishes to give the best you have to him, and it may not be enough. You don't want him to be sad, you don't want him to be sad... At that time you will understand."

"However, he will also be sad if you leave the magic world without saying anything." Yidi tried hard to express something, but he organized his words, but he still couldn't.

"Of course I know that he will be sad and sad..." Ai Wen said.

But it's better than missing a lifetime.

Idil couldn't hear what Aiwen said behind him clearly. He wanted to ask again, but found that Aiwen had already briskly ran to the other side.

He traced and looked over, and saw that a slightly shorter boy was clinging to the arm of another tall boy with a face of dependence. The man was tall and straight, with a handsome appearance, and his neatly trimmed short platinum-blond hair was as dazzling as a god in the sky. Dazzling, the gaze towards the blond boy was full of love that couldn't be concealed.

Yidi raised his hand and touched his blond hair, which was the same as Ivan's, and left here with a wry smile.

……

The wind from nowhere blows through the flames of the fireplace, the curtains hung with long tassels, the bedposts with ornate wood grain carvings, and quietly lifts the hanging translucent bed curtains.

The sound of water was ambiguous, and the room was charming. The Slytherin bed was big enough to hold the entire Quidditch team. The two figures were entangled tightly, as if they would be forced to separate in the next second, hugging each other tightly.

"De... Draco..." Ivan turned his head, his eyes were red as if he had been bullied, and even his voice was crying.

Draco propped his hands on the pillow next to Ivan's head, and whispered in Ivan's ear, a drop of sweat ran down his forehead to his mouth, he stretched out his red tongue and licked it, his voice was hoarse and his eyes were dark.

Ai Wen only felt that his whole body was going to be drowned in this sharply rising temperature, his head was in a state of confusion, he couldn't think of anything, he couldn't say anything, his only thought was to hug this person tightly, and he was tightly wrapped around him like a vine. absorb nutrients from the body.

The dormitory was quiet in the middle of the night, without any sound. On the big bed with dark green curtains hanging down, a slender figure slowly slipped out from the gap in the curtains. The silver tassels moved without wind, and the figure fell to the ground in embarrassment. .

Ai Wen barely straightened up, groping for his clothes with the light coming through the gaps in the curtains, from the door of the dormitory to the four-poster bed, clothes and various accessories were spread in a mess, and the pocket watch with a pure gold bracelet was hooked casually The carvings on the desk were swinging back and forth in mid-air.

Aiwen still touched the buttons of his shirt in the fur of the carpet. He remembered that Draco eagerly tore Aiwen's clothes open when he just came back, with such strength that even the buttons collapsed.

He took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and drank it. His body was terribly sticky but he didn't even wash it off. He hurriedly left the cellar with his robes and his clothes in his arms.

Not long after Ivan left, there was a flash in the dormitory, a fireball was suspended in mid-air, and the jumping flames illuminated the entire room.

The hand holding the wand was hanging down, Draco sat on the bed with his upper body bare, and took out a double-sided mirror from under the pillow.

The wand tapped on the double-sided mirror a few times, Draco lowered his head, looked at the man in the mirror, and said in a muffled voice, "He's gone."

"You didn't keep him?" the man on the other side of the mirror let out a low laugh and said lazily.

"..." Draco pursed his lips, remained silent for a long time, and finally said, "Protect him, Dad."

"When it's all over, I'll go find him, wherever he is."

"And your heir." The man added.

Two years later

A war was caught off guard, and the little wizards who should have enjoyed their wonderful study life at school were forced to pick up their wands and go to the battlefield.

They used to be tied up with a cleansing spell, and then they recited the famous curse without any fluctuations in their hearts, and when blood spattered, they didn't have any expression on their faces.

Draco Malfoy, who used to be the savior Harry Potter's fierce enemy, hated Gryffindor deeply. During the war, he uncharacteristically raised his wand, his face sinking like water, and led the people staying at Hogwarts. The students bravely resisted the invasion of Death Eaters and werewolf hordes.

As an ungraduated student, he had an astonishing record, defeating the Death Eaters who were trying to assassinate Fred Weasley with his smart spells.

Successfully won the 'heart' of Mrs. Weasley.

After the war, Hogwarts, Hogsmeade Village, and many wizard's manors, including Diagon Alley, were in ruins. The war affected the entire wizarding world, and it took two full years for wizards to return to their pre-war lives.

Lucius Malfoy decisively closed the Malfoy Manor in the middle of the war, and thanks to his foresight, the manor where the Malfoy family lived for generations was preserved intact.

Instead of losing all the precious old ornaments like Black's old house, Sirius, the head of the Black family, still keeps his eyes open and guards the doorways of various shops.

Afterwards, nothing seemed to change.

Harry and Draco were still fighting over each other, Pansy and Blaise fanning it, and Ron and Hermione, who dated [-]/[-], couldn't wait to get into walls whenever they could.

The Potions professor is still a "ghost-sorrower", with too many homework and class deductions, and he hates Gryffindor.

Niels seems to have fallen in love with Idiel, and is pursuing him awkwardly, but it's a pity that Mr. Wilson, who is usually very smart, doesn't understand anything about this kind of thing.

Edward would still practice flying on the Quidditch field. Later, there would always be a boy with black messy hair by his side. When flying side by side, his robes flapped in the wind.

Draco still likes to read books by the Black Lake, and when he meets beautiful leaves, he will be caught in the book.He borrowed a thick potion book from the library, opened the page, and saw a beautiful leaf.

Another few years passed.

The savior and his friends became Aurors, passing by Malfoy Manor occasionally in a hurry, and would go in to ask the new owner of the manor for a cup of black tea before leaving.

One day later, when they passed Malfoy Manor, they found that the gilt-carved gate was tightly closed, and the elf behind the gate was dressed in a neat uniform, bent down respectfully, and said, "Master went to pick him up and searched for him for a long time." treasures come home."

small town in england

The town is full of flowers, and the environment is pleasant. The simple townspeople walk briskly on the cobbled streets. Occasionally, groups of young girls gather together and chatter about the handsome man who arrived in the town today. .

The man was dressed in a well-tailored suit. He was tall and handsome, and he carried the temperament of a traditional British gentleman in his gestures and gestures.

It's just that the expensive ring on a man's ring finger represents his married status.

The man walked straight along the small road in the town until he reached the gate of a white villa surrounded by a small fence.

The gate of the fence was closed, and there was the sound of children's laughter. The man knocked on the door with his slender fingers. A boy poked his head out from the fence. His chubby, delicate and fair face proved that he was well-raised. Well, the brilliant platinum blonde hair is exactly the same as the man beyond the fence.

"Hello, sir." The boy blinked his gray-blue eyes, his long curly eyelashes were as thick as a small brush, his face was full of childish innocence, and he was still holding a book in his white and tender hands. enlightenment book.

"Hello, I'm Draco Malfoy, nice to meet you." The man bent down and said with a smile.

"Hi, I'm Scorpius Malfoy." Scorpius smiled and bent his eyes, the crescent-shaped eyes were exactly the same as Ivan's.

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