[HP] Lover

"Ivan, let me tell you something!" Edward hurried over from the stairs, took a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth before he sat down.

"Edward!" On the long Hufflepuff table, Ivan, who was quietly eating steak with a knife, almost jumped up, tilted his head in the opposite direction, and collapsed: "After eating, there will be crumbs in his mouth." It came out."

"Tsk tsk, there are so many problems..." Edward put down the bread, and patted Ivan on the shoulder again, "Malfoy has been discharged from the hospital."

"Oh." Ivan was not surprised at all. Of course he knew that Draco had come out of the medical wing. The two of them were making potions together in the empty cellar this morning. Draco was in a good mood and taught him a lot about how to deal with magic potions. Tips for medicinal materials.

"But he looks badly wounded, and it's inconvenient to have such a thick bandage on his hand," Edward continued.

It’s a lie, it’s not there in the morning... Ivan looked at Slytherin, and found that the man surrounded by the crowd really wrapped his arm with a thick bandage, and he used a knife in the morning Cutting potion materials very smoothly, the forearm exposed by the shirt rolled up is white and delicate without even a black spot, why did it suddenly hang up.

"..." Edward took a sip of pumpkin juice and continued, "I heard from the seniors that Malfoy went there in the middle of the Potions class. He couldn't handle it alone. Professor Snape asked Weasley to cut the platycodon root for him, but Weasley cut the root in a mess, so Professor Snape asked Weasley to replace the root he had finally cut for himself. Malfoy, I can really imagine Weasley's expression at that time." Edward giggled as he said that, and Ivan also laughed with him, but Ivan was thinking of Draco's expression at that time, It must be high-spirited and haughty.

Speaking of which, Malfoy with his arms hanging is so handsome... Ivan, who was already full, propped his chin and looked in the direction of Slytherin.

"What are you going to do tonight?" Edward asked while eating without noticing that his friend was distracted.

Ivan froze for a while before taking out the schedule from his pocket, which showed the courses of all grades in the school. Of course, he specially asked the prefects for the convenience of going to the cellar to make potions. The third grade Slytherin has no class at night, so He will go too... Ivan looked forward to it a little in his heart, and then he told Edward: "The cellar, do you want to come together? Edward."

"No no no—you go by yourself." Edward shook his head hastily.

Edward was hailed as the "Crucible Killer II" at Hogwarts. The intensity of frying the crucible was second only to Longbottom in the third grade. He refused the potions classroom, and even the entire second basement. I won't take half a step there outside of class.

It was very cold in the cellar, and the temperature dropped at night. Even standing in front of the steaming cauldron was still so cold that one couldn't help shivering.

Ai Wen took a small breath, rubbed his hands, put his head in front of the crucible, secretly blamed himself for being careless, why did he forget to bring a cloak in a hurry, the thin robe can't stop the cold at all, fortunately this is an underground place On the second floor, it was cold, but there was no wind blowing in.

The cellar was always deserted. After Ivan came in, he looked back and forth first, and then lowered his head in disappointment. Malfoy didn't come...

Trying to maintain the steady cutting of daisy roots with both hands, but the trembling hands did not obey the command at all, and the size of each cut root was different.

"What an idiot..."

Aiwen, who was engrossed, didn't notice that there was one more person in the empty classroom, until he sighed and was covered with warm clothes with body temperature.

"Malfoy!" Ivan turned around in surprise, the person behind him wearing a dark camel wizard robe was not the one he was thinking of.

Draco's complexion was still pale like that of an aristocrat, and his handsome outline was even more profound under the dim light at night. The platinum-blond hair that was always neatly combed looked a little fluffy, which made him a bit less arrogant. It was cold and warm, especially since Aiwen was still wearing his cloak. The length of the cloak was a bit too big for Aiwen, and it had even been dragged to the ground, but Aiwen didn't notice it. He just raised his head, staring blankly at Draco who suddenly appeared.

Seeing that handsome and charming young man's face slowly approaching, so close that he could clearly see his little self in the gray pupils... Ivan held his breath, but was reluctant to close his eyes until his chin was touched by a slight Ryo raised his hand gently, and followed his gaze to the owner of the hand.

In the dark and cold Potions classroom, Aiwen's blond hair reflected a faint light, and his slender eyebrows looked as if they were carefully outlined in an oil painting. Every stroke was extremely delicate. Draco seemed to be bewitched In general, slowly approaching...

The atmosphere was so good, the hearts of both of them warmed up slowly, but the temperature in the cellar didn't change at all. Suddenly, Ivan pushed Draco away and turned his head to one side.

Before Draco could blush, he heard the little Hufflepuff who pushed him away tilt his head, covered his mouth with his hands, and sneezed softly...

"That...it's really too cold here, I'm sorry." Ivan covered his mouth and turned his head carefully, completely unaware of the coquettish complaint in his tone.

Draco sighed secretly, and without looking at Ivan's bright eyes full of 'again and again', he reached out to tie the strap of his cloak on him, "Pay attention to your cauldron, it's almost dry. "

Ivan was taken aback, looked at his crucible in a hurry, and found that the flame under the crucible had been extinguished at some point, so he patted his chest in relief, and gave Draco a grateful look, "Malfoy, it's you Put the fire out for me? Thanks."

"You're welcome—" Draco's eyebrows were raised high, and the corners of his mouth curled up, looking smug, "Then we should continue with what we just did, huh?"

Aiwen's face suddenly burned up, and he was speechless for a few times, and he didn't want to reject Draco's very tempting proposal, but Draco didn't move, he didn't have the courage to take the initiative Come on.

"Forget it..." Draco sighed, and Ivan's heart suddenly picked up, and he became very depressed again. Before he could regret it, his cold hands were tightly held again, and Draco held Ivan I took it to my side, and started to pack Aiwen's potion, "It's too cold here, come back during the day, and take you to the observatory to watch the stars tonight, have you been there when you're not in class?"

"I haven't been there—" Ivan shook his head, stood behind Draco and watched him clean up the messy beakers and test tubes on the table, and all the cut daisy roots that looked very miserable were all dumped into the waste bin.

"Hiss—" Ivan gasped in distress, and in exchange for a busy Malfoy's touch, he was immediately smoothed, and continued to watch Draco busy with bright eyes.

Draco was bottling the potion. He was always very serious when it came to potions. Ivan saw his stern side face and tall nose and his heart beat wildly. Draco kissed on the chin.

After kissing him, he started to feel embarrassed again, thinking in his heart if he was too unreserved, then he thought, what do you want to be so reserved as a boy, if you like it, you have to boldly approach it, it doesn't matter if you are rejected ——

Of course, the best thing was that Draco liked him too - after all Draco didn't say no.

"Don't act like a spoiled child." Draco's busy movements paused because of the kiss that fell on his chin, and then he moved a lot faster. After a while, he finished cleaning up, put the cauldron in its place, and held it in one hand Ai Wen's schoolbag, holding Ai Wen out with one hand.

"Malfoy..." Ivan shook the hand held by Draco, his tone was soft, and the long cloak was dragged behind him, looking like Draco's little mop.

"Draco," Draco carefully observed the ever-changing stairs. Although he was only one year older than Ivan, he was actually much taller, and he would habitually protect Ivan, who was shorter than himself, behind him. , "Can you call me by my Christian name, Alvin, can I?"

"Draco..." Ivan looked up at him, "Of course."