[hp] Dragon Training

After the meal, Auston still seemed to want to trouble Draco. The senior was very calm, and he answered casually when asked, without any sarcasm in his words, which was quite aristocratic and elegant.

Even Auston had to admit that although Draco and Lucius looked half or half alike, they probably looked more like Narcissa in terms of stamina.If Lucius was here, he would probably be able to fill a whole truck if he made things difficult for him with a few words.

For such a young man with stamina, politeness, appearance, family background and culture, even Auston had to be a little convinced.But the aggrieved feeling of taking away his son still made him a little uncomfortable, and he opened his mouth to start another round of making things difficult.

"Malfoy..."

Mrs. Hill held the sliced ​​fruit in her hand, and put her feet in slippers on the crook of Alston's knees: "Go take a bath, the hot water is ready."

"Oh, but honey, I still want to say..." Oston swallowed, seeing his wife's indifferent face, "At least let me eat some fruit?"

"I left a separate copy for you." Mrs. Hill said softly, "You take Fletta to the shower, now."

Auston suddenly realized that his wife might have something to say to Draco.So he gloated at the platinum-blond young man with a smile on his face, and as soon as he pulled up his pants, he took his son who was still stuffing cherries into his mouth to take a bath.

Fletta was carried into the bathroom by his father, and spit out a cherry pit: "Oh! My mother won't embarrass him, will she?"

Auston looked proud: "Son, you need to know one thing."

"what?"

"In this world, I'm the second most difficult person to talk about." Alston was extremely proud. "As long as it's something I don't want, even if I kill the other party's family, they can't force me. I used to insist on going my own way." I went to study at Hogwarts in the UK, and stayed here stubbornly in the end. It’s not that your uncle never came to look for me and even forced me to go home, but I also made them pay a heavy price.”

"...That's just rebellion in Secondary School, Dad, it's not something to promote." Fletta said silently, "Then what's your focus?"

"The point is that your mother is the most difficult person in the world!"

"why!?"

"Because no matter how tough I am, as long as I meet your mother, I will have no bottom line."

"...It's just that you have no backbone." Fleta muttered, looking up, with unspeakable worry in her eyes.

He and his senior wanted to be together, and if his father objected, Fletta felt that as long as he persisted, there would be no problem.But if his mother objected or disapproved...Fleta took a deep breath, not wanting to think about it.

In fact, Cecilia didn't sit on the sofa and have a serious conversation with the senior, but just smiled at him and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

The senior was silent for a moment, then got up and followed her. He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt to his elbows, and went to help Mrs. Hill for the first time.Mrs. Hill looked at him a few more times. Draco was born in a noble family. It is absolutely condescending to ask him to do this kind of thing. In the eyes of some nobles, such housework is even degrading.

Cecilia was sure it was the first time for the child to do it, but Draco's gray-blue eyes drooped, and although his movements were slow and jerky, he didn't do anything to break the plate.

Mrs. Hill sighed softly: "You don't have to do this?"

"If it was when I was a child, I would definitely feel that it is very shameful to wash dishes by the sink." A very shallow smile appeared on the corner of the senior's mouth. "At that time, I was very conceited, very proud, and looked down on everything. But it is not necessarily the case now. "

"why?"

"Because your son has changed me, it makes me feel that it is a very happy thing to lower my head occasionally to take care of someone who is weaker and clumsy than myself." Draco put a snow-white plate away ,"I love him."

Hearing this sentence, Mrs. Hill's expression froze for a moment. She might have meant some test, but she didn't expect this person to be so direct, which made Mrs. Hill a little at a loss.

"You are just a child, and my son is only 15 years old at most." Mrs. Hill laughed, "Is it possible to say love with such certainty now? My son told me that he has no regrets. Although I respect his decision, But being a mother is indeed worrying about your future."

Draco pondered for a while, and said in a very flat tone: "I still have two months to become an adult. But age doesn't matter, I have already obtained St. Leaving school for an internship. The dean of St. Mungo appreciates me very much, and I have a great possibility to become his heir."

Mrs. Hill was taken aback: "What?"

"At the end of last year, I was certified by the Knights of Merlin. Although I am still not an official knight, I have obtained a patent for my potion thesis." The senior wiped a plate with a white cloth and put it away, "waiting When I reach a certain age, I will inherit Malfoy's property, and more than half of the property under my name will also belong to my wife."

Mrs. Hill finally understood what he meant: "You mean, you have prepared everything and can be responsible to my child as an adult?"

"Yes, ma'am." The senior raised his eyes, the gray-blue eyes were inherently indifferent and calm, "I said all this not to prove anything to you. It's because you are worried, but I have enough ability to make you You can rest assured."

Mrs. Hill was speechless for a moment. After a long time, she sighed softly, washed the dishes and stacked them together: "Mr. Malfoy, even I have to admit that you are extremely charming."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Looking at such an outstanding you always reminds me of someone from before."

"Tom Riddle." Draco said without looking up.

Mrs. Hill's hands stopped, and her whole body trembled.She pinched a piece of cloth very tightly, and her nails even turned white from holding it too hard: "...I have to say that you are so smart, so smart that it scares me. You seem to see people's hearts very clearly. I I have to worry that my son is a little stupid, won't he be easily deceived by you in the future?"

"I never lied to him, never before, and never will."

"Fleta... probably has a personality like his father. If he likes someone, he will love her wholeheartedly. There is no bottom line or limit, and he will give everything to the other party without reservation."

The senior smiled slightly: "So I am too. In the future, everything about me belongs to him equally and selflessly."

"Well, then. Please continue to treat him better. Please promise me that no matter how powerful you become, you will never let him down."

Draco's fingers touched the water, but his beautiful fingertips froze there.For a moment he let out a long breath, and his whole shoulders relaxed for a moment: "Merlin, I swear on the glory of the Malfoy family and my life."

……

The bathroom in Fleta's house is underground, and there is special floor heating that turns a pool of water into a big hot spring.Because he was going to school, he hadn't washed in the hot spring pool for a long time, and he was very happy for a while, and had a water fight with his father.

The two fought harder and harder. In the last moment, the Hungarian Horntail and the Siberian Silver Dragon huddled in the small underground space and spat fire at each other. The extremely high temperature evaporated the water vapor everywhere, like a steam pot.

After a while, Mrs. Hill habitually picked up the time, went into the basement bathroom, and brought out her son and husband, who were already fainting from boredom.The husband was rough and thick and threw a bath towel to let him cool himself down. Fletta was still young, and his mother brought him a towel to dry his hair.

Fletta was a little dizzy, watching his mother tear off his bath towel and put him in a bathrobe, her face turned red, she pulled off the bathrobe and wrapped it around her lower body: "Okay, mama! Don't That's it, I'm already 15 years old!"

Mrs. Hill looked strange: "So what?"

Fletta looked embarrassed, and tied the bathrobe strap: "Anyway... I've grown up. I'm a man, there will always be some... that..."

Auston laughed and put on his clothes: "Our little boy has reached the age where he can think about some serious things."

Fletta glanced at him, in fact, I have already arrived, I will tell you?He wiped his hair casually, threw away the towel, waved his hands, and jumped up the stairs in slippers: "I'm going back to my room to sleep!"

Mrs. Hill looked at her son who ran away in a flash, frowning unhappy.Mr. Alston rolled his dark gray eyes. "What's the matter, dear?"

"He used to kiss me before going to bed." Cecilia frowned, shaking her head a little bit disappointed. "Not just now."

"Because he has reached the age to kiss others..."

Fletta opened the room, and sure enough, he saw his senior sitting on the bed who was reading a book.Relying on his magic, the wizard turned the bed in his room into a big bed more than two meters wide with a wave of his wand. For a moment, Fletta felt that his room was much smaller.

But what attracted the most attention was the person on the bed, the light was not very bright, the silhouette of the senior was soft and deep, his gaze fell on the parchment book, and he bowed his head and nodded so that people held their breath and did not dare to disturb him .

Fleta's heart beat a little faster, and she jumped up without holding on to it, clinging to his arm like a cat, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissed him loudly on the face.

The senior gave him a slight sideways glance, and Fleta smelled a refreshing foamy scent around his neck.

"When did you take a shower?"

"You've been washing for too long, Mrs. Hill let me borrow the upstairs bathroom first." Draco said softly, focusing on the book.

"Oh, it's a pity that you haven't tried my hot spring, do you want to take a bath together tomorrow?"

"Let's talk about it." He was a bit of a clean freak, and almost never took a bath with others.For hot springs, which anyone can soak in, I feel a little uncomfortable psychologically.

Fletta smiled and leaned forward, put her nose against his neck and took a strong sniff. He hadn't thought the smell was so good before.The more he smelled it, the more itchy he felt in his heart, as if he couldn't smell enough, he was anxious for a moment, he spread his legs and sat on the senior's waist, and kissed his neck delicately.

The senior frowned, the passionate feeling made him hard to refuse for a moment, he put his hand on the side of the boy's face, and rubbed his brow with his thumb.

Fletta was stunned for a moment: "What did my mother... tell you?"

Draco lowered his eyes at him, suddenly thought of something, and unexpectedly smiled gently.Seeing his smile, Fletta's mind went blank, and she directly leaned forward to kiss him. The senior didn't close his eyes, but kept his eyes down, feeling the pressure of the person on him, but there was no movement at all.

Fletta sat up straight suddenly, looked at the senior with a flushed face, and was suddenly very unwilling to see his indifferent and even indifferent expression.He took a deep breath and tore off his collar, and the kiss landed directly on his collarbone, stained with a water stain that kept going down until it reached his chest, and he sucked it there without any hesitation.

The eyes of the senior finally showed some ups and downs. He lowered his head and watched with interest as the silver-haired boy lay on his body and kept leaving marks, and the boy's fair skin began to turn bright red.Fleta felt that the muscles on the senior's body seemed a little stiff, and thought that he was not unresponsive, so he shrunk directly into the quilt.

Draco saw the person shrinking into the quilt and was silent for a while, his eyes were full of doubts and he was about to speak out, when suddenly he felt that his pajama pants under the quilt were ripped off, and in the next second a kind of extreme warmth and The softness wraps itself.

The senior's waist and abdomen tightened suddenly, and finally he couldn't hold back a low moan, feeling that the place where he was wrapped in moisture was densely wrapped in a kind of soft heat.Fleta spat out the senior under the quilt. The place was too big for him to swallow it all at once. This was different from what he imagined. He could only stick out his tongue and lick the top of it under the quilt.

This kind of stimulation seems to directly hit the fine electric current on the cerebral cortex. The silky and soft touch makes people feel like they are in heaven, so that the licking behind is so unsatisfactory, and the longing feels like ants Crawling over the most sensitive back, it seems that the drug addiction has been broken for several days.Draco reached out and grabbed the back of his head with a silent urging.

Fletta swallowed his saliva and directly supported it to swallow it again. This time he was cruel, and let his gradually hardened place directly hit the soft flesh of his throat, accompanied by nausea and throat spasms , that kind of touch greatly stimulated the senses of the senior for a moment, Draco felt that the soul began to leave the body, and released it directly with a low groan.

The young man coughed violently a few times, swallowed some of the liquid under his cough, and slowly crawled up from under the quilt with a blushing face. His pair of light gray eyes had already been ignited, and the vertical pupils like liquid gold made him see It looks alluring and aggressive.Draco took a deep breath, seeing that there was still some white liquid in the corner of his mouth, at this moment, Fletta was like a cat who stole milk.

Draco watched him blushing and was about to lean up to kiss himself, and covered his mouth with his hand.Fletta was stunned for a moment, and kissed his palm, with a sad look in his eyes: "It's still, can't it?"

The senior glanced at him, then suddenly turned his body sideways and pressed him under him: "...I have to praise you for your outstanding performance...even beyond my expectation, your talent is really extraordinary."

"It seems that some of your courses are coming earlier."