[hp] Dragon Training

Draco looked at him quietly, with some unknown emotion in his eyes.It seems that what he said just now didn’t cause any ripples in him, but Fletta, who has really been with him for a long time, knows that this is not the case. This person has habitually covered all his expressions with calmness. You never know what’s going on in his heart. What are you thinking.Maybe at a certain moment he despises you or looks down on you, or admires you or even is interested in you, you can't tell anything from his handsome face like a god.

But, after all, it won't be annoying, right?Fletta thought to himself, so he blew a kiss to his senior brazenly, and finally stuck out the tip of his tongue to fly down to kiss the trophy.But Draco reached out to grab him directly, and Fletta was almost pulled off the broom, the boy hurriedly stabilized himself, and looked back at his senior.

Draco still had a calm face: "I have to find that my eyesight is clumsy, you have grown taller, haven't you?"

Fletta was taken aback, smiled and compared the top of his head: "Ten centimeters higher than last year, sir. Just like our promise."

"Yes, just like our promise." The young man looked at him, his eyes were a little dim.He stretched out his right hand, which had been closed all the time, to the boy who didn't know why.The cold knuckles grazed Fleta's face, the skin that should have been white and tender was reddened by the attack from the previous Gryffindor batsman Stuart, and Fleta felt the burning pain. It was a little strange to be touched and caressed by him, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on the spine.

"Learn... senior?"

Draco looked at him, and suddenly smiled: "Don't move." The next moment, the closed fingers of his right hand were released, and the golden snitch, which he had been holding in his hand, immediately flew away, and the wind brought by the golden wings swept the boy away. The tips of her silver hair blew, and Fletta was startled for a moment by hearing the buzzing in her ears.

Immediately after he looked at the flying golden snitch, his beautiful eyes instantly shone like jewels, and he laughed out loud, as if he was extremely pleasantly surprised by such behavior.

And Draco kept staring at him, seeing his smile and eyes, then landed on the ground on his broom, and strode away from the Quidditch pitch without looking back.

Everyone was still immersed in the joy of winning the championship, but the protagonist left the scene without saying a word, which made everyone's joy seem to be pinched by the throat.They looked at him and shouted for him to stay, to stay and accept their praise and awards, but the platinum-blond young man who everyone admired still didn't look back, as if he was avoiding something, and walked hurriedly kept going forward.

Blaise couldn't believe it: "Where is he going? Didn't the captain take the trophy?"

Fletta was stunned for a moment, and then dragged Silver Star forward on the ground: "Bryce, you can do it, Slytherin, everyone is good. You can take it first, and I will go and see what happened to our captain, maybe it is Stomach ache. Remember to take the trophy back to the common room and cook a chocolate fondue later, I've wanted to do this for a long time, Goyle remember to get more marshmallows."

Gore: "Okay!"

"Nonsense!" Blaise yelled, "The dean has to kill me!"

"Hey, I don't want to eat your chocolate pot." Nat looked disgusted and paused in disbelief, "Does the dean want to eat with us too?"

"I mean the crucible! The crucible!"

Fleta waved at them and hurriedly ran after Draco's disappearing figure. He almost flew into the air, for fear of losing his senior.Draco's pace was still hasty, and every step of his long legs was a displacement. After all, Fleta was still short, following him out of breath, yelling for him to stop.

"Wait a minute! Are you feeling sick? Do you need to visit Madam Pomfrey?" Fleta gasped, "Where are you going? Escape? Do you need me to help you? Sir, I'll fly up." Hurry up!"

But Draco still walked very fast, letting poor Fleta follow behind.Suddenly he walked around a corner and stopped, and then he pulled Fletta behind him and pressed him hard against the wall, regardless of his reaction, he pinched his chin to force him to look up, and then kissed her hard.

Fleta's pupils shrank suddenly, feeling his breath suddenly enveloping her.His mind went blank, and he lost all thoughts for a moment.Draco grabbed the back of his head and ran his fingers through his hair, greedily sucking his unique scent.Because the boy usually likes sweets, even if he just hugged him in his arms, it was like hugging a soft white cotton candy. At this moment, Draco was driven a little crazy by the sweet smell, so that when they parted, he was slightly moved. Panting, he had to work hard to restrain himself.

Fleta stared at him all the time, allowing Draco to roughly wipe away the moisture from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and finally only one question came out of his bewildered mind: "...What were you running for just now..."

"...Students are forbidden to kiss in public, and those who are found will be punished by the student union. Slytherin will not be so rude, this is a great opportunity to deduct points from Gryffindor." Draco looked at F The corners of Leta's lips were a little gorgeous because of the kiss, and the gray-blue eyes were extremely deep.He said almost annoyedly, "I set the rules."

Fletta was dumbfounded, and after a few seconds of silence, he said: "So, when I grow taller, you will... so it's true?"

Draco lowered his head and pressed his forehead against him. They had never been so close before, causing their breathing to be a little confused: "I've cursed countless times..."

"Curse what?"

"How can you be so short." Draco kissed his forehead, which caused the tone to be a little slurred. "Brace keeps making fun of me for being a pedophile, I almost put an enchantment spell on him, but looking back you feel so ashamed."

"Yes, sorry."

"I accept your apology." Draco's voice was a little haughty, as if he had finally liberated some bad nature, "but just an apology is not enough, when you dare to seduce me by riding a broom in front of me, I will decide This crime must be confirmed."

After finishing speaking, he looked down at the somewhat absent-minded young man and said, "Actually, you can try again, I don't mind anymore."

Fleta was stunned for a moment, and suddenly covered her mouth with her hands, her face flushed, and she let out a strange laugh for a long time.

"..." Draco's face was numb, feeling that the previous atmosphere was instantly lost by this stupidity.He took a step back in disgust, "What are you laughing at?"

"Happy." Fletta waved his hands and laughed again. In Draco's crazy-looking eyes, he covered his face, which was almost red to the tips of his ears, and said in a trembling voice, "So, from now on, I can Kiss you casually? Senior? Good morning kiss, good afternoon kiss, good night kiss, kiss when you are happy, and kiss when you are unhappy? When you patrol the school? When you play ball? When you eat? When you... ...Awwhhh!"

"Are you trying to put yourself on my lips?" Draco frowned and deformed his face, and said in disbelief, "Why are you so annoying?"

"Liar, you obviously like me very much." Fleta reached out and touched the back of the senior's hand that pinched his face regardless of the pain.

"Which way do you see that I like you?" Draco got goosebumps from being touched by this bastard little rascal, retracted his hand like an electric shock, and glared at him.

"Heart's eye," Fletta approached him, tiptoed and kissed the corner of his lips like a dragonfly. He stretched out his hand and buried himself in his arms like he had done thousands of times, deeply attached to his heart. breath, "I think I'm in love, senior."

……

Draco let Fletta lead him on the way back to the dormitory, and he returned to the kind of person who concealed all his emotions and looked expressionless, but his eyes were always on the side of the person, It seemed like years had passed, and he had gotten used to it.

Fleta whispered, "Hope we're back too late...Gregory and Vincent didn't eat the fondue..."

Draco raised his eyebrows: "Who allowed you to eat chocolate fondue in the common room, and the dormitory in the Snake Court will be filled with a strange sweet smell. The cellar is no different from the tower, and that smell will last for several days!"

"Is it not good?"

"not good."

"Okay..." Fletta shrugged helplessly, "Then I'll go back and use a few wind spells, and then clean the trophy, so I don't need it anymore."

Draco was taken aback: "What? A trophy?"

"That's right, it's so big and round." Fletta compared the size, "Build a fire below, put it in the fireplace, throw milk and chocolate into it and cook it, it's just right."

Draco's expression turned extremely ugly in an instant. He took a few deep breaths and tried not to kill the young man in front of him. He repeatedly reminded that this was his own dragon, and if he killed it, it would be gone: "How dare you! That trophy is not made of pure gold , the temperature of the fire can easily melt it! The Academy Cup, which has been passed down for a hundred years, will be destroyed in the Slytherin cellar!"

Fletta was dumbfounded: "What! The trophy that has been passed down for a hundred years is not made of gold! Why is it so poor!"

"Because it was made by Gryffindor!" Draco didn't care to talk to him, and he didn't forget to blackmail his deadly enemy in an emergency.As soon as the long legs took a step, he ran towards the cellar, and his speed could almost catch up with him to catch the snitch.

But this is when he has to stop, because if he doesn't, he will bump into the person in front of him.Draco frowned and looked at Ron Weasley in front of him with extreme displeasure: "Get out of the way! Red Mole!"

Ron's face was flushed with anger when he was insulted. He was a little angry. Standing in front of Malfoy made him hesitate, but he still turned his head and looked at Fletta aside: "You cheater, even Slytherin A cunning person like you?"

When Draco heard him say this about Fleta, he didn't leave immediately. The senior's face was as frosty and he pulled Fletta behind him: "Is your brain filled with slug mucus? Get out of the way, Weasley !"

Ron was a little angry, and now Harry was still in the medical department surrounded by girls checking for any injuries. He looked at his brother with a bruise on his stomach, but ran out angrily.He pointed to Fletta and said: "He threatened me during the game! It's not fair, he affected our performance! It's just cunning!"

Fleta, protected by Draco, poked her head out to look at Ron.Draco heard him say this, and there was a cold mockery in his eyes: "He threatened you, so you were scared? Weasley, you can see clearly, Mr. Hill is only five feet, you are scared by a short man How dare you come up to me and make me laugh at you?"

Fletta was annoyed when he heard that, and stretched out his hand to poke the senior's waist.Ron's face turned even redder, and he glared at Malfoy: "He's an evil dragon. He actually showed a ferocious appearance of a beast in the arena, using special tricks to influence human minds! He's simply a monster!"

"Oh, it's ridiculous." Draco looked at him coldly, and there was even some anger in his eyes, "It's surprising that your mind can still be affected, has it been affected from the failing line to the negative line? If Wei Sly, if you still have some brains, you will understand that the five-foot dwarf in front of you is not a monster at all, at best it is a cat. I am ashamed of your cowardice, why don't you go away!"

Fleta got his head out from behind him in cooperation: "Meow."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Can't you be quiet, even for a moment, boy?"

Ron was a little confused by the two men's chorus, and finally he could only say: "At least the trophy doesn't belong to you! You mean Slytherins!"

When mentioning the trophy, the expressions on the faces of Fleta and Draco were a little frozen. Finally, the two of them finally remembered the important things that had been forgotten. just ran away.

Ron was stunned for a long time: "..." He really hated Slytherin the most.