[hp] Dragon Training

Fletta woke up very early today, and opened his eyes almost at five o'clock in the morning. A pair of glass-like eyes were shining brightly, and he was sober. He threw the quilt and jumped out of bed. As soon as he ran out of the door, he ran downstairs.

Fleta directly opened the Alahoo hole and used the silent blasting spell to kill Draco's door lock, and the whole person jumped on his bed like a rabbit: "Senior!!! Wake up!!!"

Draco almost vomited blood when his stomach was pressed, he immediately took out his wand and pointed at the person who was about to cast a death curse almost in shock, the tip of the hawthorn wand almost stuck into Freita's nose.There was a rare surprised expression on his pale and handsome face. After seeing who it was, he put down his wand and covered his face, as if trying to calm himself down: "What are you doing!"

"Draco!" Fletta's eyes sparkled, "Hogsmeade! Hogsmeade! I'm already in the third year, and I can go to Hogsmeade today!"

Only then did Draco vaguely remember that today was the time of the annual Hogsmeade outing.But looking at such a happy little giant, I really don't know what he is excited about.The usually aloof Master Malfoy put himself in his shoes and thought about it. If he were Fretta, he had been looking forward to a place for three years. That place had snow like icing sugar and the Honeydukes he yearned for the most. At this time, it was not impossible to be a little excited. I understand... This is his dragon, and the mediocrity of a little wish in ordinary times makes him feel bad.

But one size counts. Thinking of the little bastard waking up in such a way that he almost crushed himself to death, Draco said in a bad tone: "It's still early, why are you so anxious before dawn? Also, who told you to break free into my room?"

"Why can't I come in?" Fleta sat on Draco's waist and kept asking him this question seriously.

"Why can you come in?" Draco asked back.

"Because I'm your boyfriend!"

"..." Draco fell asleep all of a sudden, and looked up and down the little bastard who said this sentence, "Why are you my boyfriend! When did this happen?"

Fletta squinted her eyes: "Because I think I'm in love. I can't imagine who my other half is except you."

In the silence, the platinum-haired senior stared at him with gray-blue eyes for a few seconds, and finally fell down as if he hadn't woken up and was sleepy, lying on the bed without moving.Fleta was stunned for a moment, never expecting that his male god would have such a reaction. He sat on his waist and patted him with his hands to test whether he was dead.

"Get up! Senior, get up!"

Draco opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed the pillow and slapped Fretta hard on the face.Fleta was caught off guard by the attack, she covered her face with her hands and subconsciously closed her eyes.In the next second, Draco reached out with his long hand, pulled the rambunctious bastard into his arms, rolled him into a quilt, and pressed him tightly with his limbs.He vaguely imprinted it on his forehead, and his tone was a little confused: "Don't make noise, sleep with me for a while..."

Fleta blushed and didn't dare to breathe, and after a while, she found that Draco had actually fallen asleep with him in his arms.The boy held his breath and didn't dare to make a sound. From this distance, he could see that handsome face very clearly. He could even count his platinum eyelashes clearly.The person who is usually high above the sky and cold as ice is now sleeping peacefully without any defenses, which makes Fleta feel like a pot of thick honey has been knocked over in his heart. After a long time, when Draco's breathing becomes Calmly, the boy gently raised his chin and kissed him on the face, then closed his eyes and fell asleep in his warm embrace.

It turned out that...they were both late for the trip to Hogsmeade that day.

Draco's hair was rarely fluffy, and it was not as well-managed as usual. Instead, it revealed a casual and casual feeling, offsetting his usual cold and rigorous image.But Fleta can guarantee that the girls on Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff absolutely love his look, at least they turn heads to an incredible level.He also vaguely heard: decadent prince, romantic poet, leisurely god, such strange names.

Fletta's tie was crooked due to haste, Draco glanced at him and frowned, stretched out his hand and tied it for him himself, with a bit of annoyed tone: "As long as I'm with you, I'm always late. time."

Fletta smiled: "It's only three things."

"It's best." Draco glanced at him with lowered eyes, and finally raised his head and said indifferently to Astoria who had been watching them, "Sorry for dragging down your progress."

Astoria is the prefect. When she saw the chairman apologizing to her, panic immediately appeared on her face. She shook her head: "No. There is no such thing, as long as everyone is here, because Slytherin originally He was the last one to leave, so..."

"Yeah." Draco didn't finish listening to her last explanation, and nodded indifferently, with habitual coldness and pride in his eyes.He led Fletta forward. He no longer needs to be a prefect to watch over the students behind the team. As the chairman, he can manage every Hogwarts student. In other words, he can walk as he wants, free from the students No more queuing outside.

Astoria looked at the figures of the two of them, hesitated to speak, and finally remained silent without saying anything.

Hogsmeade snows all the year round, and at this time everything is clean and white.Fleta was almost overjoyed, and immediately yelled and was about to rush out, but Draco pulled her back hard.

Draco grabbed his collar and pulled him abruptly from fifteen degrees to ninety degrees above the ground, his voice was cold and menacing: "You dare to roll in the snow, I guarantee you will never Can't come to Hogsmeade. How can Slytherin have a student like a troll like you?"

"Sir, do you like trolls as your boyfriend?"

"..." Draco's face was bright for a moment, and in the end he didn't say anything, he raised his hand and slapped Fletta's ass hard.

Fleta was beaten forward, but his senior saw his intention clearly, pulled him back and clasped him tightly, never giving him a chance to roll around.Fleta was so happy that the tip of her nose, which was red from the cold, rubbed against him.

As Fleta had always expected, the two of them went side by side to Honeydukes, Hogsmeade's specialty store.As soon as Draco opened the door of the store with his gloved hand, he was frowned by the sweet scent that hit his face.He doesn't particularly like this kind of sweet smell that is too strong to smother his nose, except for the sweet smell on a person, the sweet smell on a certain little bastard is simply a temptation.

The bell at the door rang because of the arrival of the guests, and two golden little angels flew out of it, holding trumpets in their hands and playing cheerful tunes, their wings fluttered like bees and dropped golden light dust.Fletta was dazzled for a moment in the store, like a mouse that fell into a rice bowl. He ran to the clerk and said cheerfully: "I want to eat coconut vanilla candy! Give me two bags!"

Draco was behind him, patting the magic dust off his sleeves.The words were full of disapproval and said to the clerk: "Don't listen to him, two bags are enough to eat this child into a mentally handicapped person, and he will be imprisoned in St. Mungo's psychiatric department for the rest of his life. Merlin, he is already in danger. I have to watch him, come two."

Fletta was taken aback, then turned to look at his senior: "Two bags! I like to eat this!"

"Are you sick? Two."

"Two bags, two bags, two bags! You don't need to give me candy for Halloween!" Fletta turned around and was not convinced.

"Who said I'm going to give you candy for Halloween?" Draco said blankly, "Two."

Fletta was so pissed at him that he happened to see an acquaintance in the shop, Luna Lovegood picking out sweets from a row of shelves.Fretta poked her mouth up: "I'll go over there and have a look, and I'll be back in a while."

Looking at the boy who ran away a little angrily, Draco finally showed some inexplicable smile.He took out two gold Galleons and put them in the clerk's hand: "Two bags of coconut sugar, put them in a silver bag with heat preservation magic, and tie the opening with a green ribbon."

The clerk knew who he was, and sighed, "Mr. Malfoy, you are really a good senior who cherishes your junior."

Draco sneered: "I don't have such a junior."

The clerk thought he had said something wrong, and immediately stopped talking, and went to get the bag requested by the distinguished guest to put candy on the shelf.As he did so, Master Malfoy said softly, "He's my boyfriend."

Fletta ran up to Luna and found her looking at a row of worm gummies.In the black chocolate soil, flesh-pink worms are wriggling, and there is really no desire to eat them at first glance (1).Fleta stuck out her tongue: "Luna, do you want to buy this?"

"Yeah." Luna said erratically. "I have a new brood of eaglets. I found them on the roof of Hogwarts during a thunderstorm... Their mother died... I took them home..."

"Eagle!" Fletta smiled, "I want to meet them too."

"You can't, because they will be afraid of you." Luna turned her head and stared at Fleta and said.

Fleta was stunned, suddenly blank in her heart, not knowing why Luna said that.She probably didn't know about her Animagus, but why would she say such things out of thin air?He looked at her carefully, but he couldn't see anything wrong except that she was a little prettier... Yes, that's right, Luna has become prettier.

The girl's originally pale skin like a wall gradually evolved into white and translucent, looking soft like the petals of a white rose.A head of hair that was originally mixed with brown hair became more and more pure due to dyeing. The ethereal blue eyes had a sense of sapphire clarity, and even the still erratic tone became more rhythmic. .This girl who is called a crazy girl by others seems to have become enlightened recently, she has made a lot of progress in appearance, and she gradually began not to waste her good life.

"Don't be nervous, I just feel that way, I can always feel the breath of the soul in the dark." Luna looked at him and smiled. "I want to buy these earthworm candies and feed them to my eaglets, how about it?"

Fletta stopped thinking about it, and smiled back: "Great."

After coming out of Honeydukes, Draco met Blaise and the others.Several young people said that since they are here, how can they not be worthy of the good feelings of the heavy snow if they don't go for a drink!Draco had no problem either, as the Three Broomsticks' butterbeer was delicious.

Although the Three Broomsticks is simple and simple, it can be considered a century-old store, so it is only natural that it is a bit dilapidated.Although Slytherin is expensive, he is not the kind of picky about everything. In fact, most people just live a quality life, which does not mean that they will care about everything.Several people Fleta knew felt that this was too tiring, and a few Slytherins randomly picked a big table to sit down, ordered a few glasses of wine and it was almost enough.Originally, Zabini wanted to use Fletta's underage not to drink to make him stop, but the other party pushed him back by saying which of you was an adult.Draco took a look at him and brought him a glass of beer as well, he could drink it or not, he didn't limit his freedom.

Fletta stuck out his tongue to lick the foam of the beer, feeling that the taste was a bit strange and light, so he lifted his glass and took a big sip.He frowned and immediately felt that the taste of the wine was too bitter, it was hard to swallow, and he didn't like it at all. After thinking about it, he opened the candy bag and threw some coconut sugar into it.

Seeing that he almost sprayed the wine into Nat's glass, Blaise almost died of laughter: "Mr. Hill, would you please go outside and shovel some snow and drizzle some syrup to eat shaved ice? What kind of wine do you drink?"

For a moment, Fleta looked like she really wanted to do it, but also found it a little frustrating.He raised his eyebrows, squinted and said: "I'm a man anyway, not to mention a glass of wine, and I'm going to feast and sing every night in the future! What do you know, hmph."

Nat took a sip of beer into Zabini's glass, and slapped the table with laughter amidst the disgusted voice of the other party.

Draco took a sip of butter beer, and glanced at them coldly: "Never mind this brat with a broken brain. How dare he?"

"Hi, it's a surprise and a pleasure to meet you here. Oh, Mr. Nut, what makes you smile so hard?" An unexpected person appeared behind them, Slughorn Glass of butterbeer in hand, smiling at his students.

"professor."

"Hello Professor."

"Hello, Professor." Everyone greeted him one after another. Slytherin still respects the teacher, and the people in the Snake Court have always been the ones who know the relationship between superiors and subordinates the most.

When Nat was asked by Slughorn, he shook his head and wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth with his cuff: "It's because Freita said something very interesting, which made us all laugh." Slughorn Some interested expressions appeared on En's face, and he looked at the "proud student" in his heart: "Mr. Hill, please allow me to be curious, what did you say?"

Fletta was stunned, not knowing what to say: "Eh..."

"He said that the professor has already taken him seriously, and his potion is definitely not as bad as others imagined. But before that, his grades are obvious to all, and we all know that this kid can make you think highly of him." It doesn't make any sense." Draco took his words and smiled slightly at Slughorn.He seemed to advance and retreat politely, and his poise was excellent.

"But it's true, I really admire Fleta!" Slughorn looked at the group of Slytherin students and said incredulously, "Doesn't anyone think this is true?"

Nat couldn't figure out what the hell their chairman was up to, but Zabini stayed quiet and didn't interrupt their conversation.Adhering to the premise of not being a pig teammate, Nat kept his mouth shut and said nothing, and everyone created a tacit atmosphere together.

"How could this be?" said Slughorn regretfully. "Very well, Mr. Hill. I will hold a dinner soon and invite students I admire. I will send you an invitation then, I think that way, no one will doubt your excellence."

Fletta was taken aback, and said with some surprise: "My honor, Professor."

"And you, Mr. Malfoy. I'd like to invite you to my dinner too?"

Draco smiled, looking proud but polite: "Of course."

"Then I hope you'll keep an eye on my owl, gentlemen." Slughorn raised his glass in salute to them and drank it down.

Faced with such kindness, Draco also picked up the glass and drank the wine that had already bottomed out easily.

Seeing this, Fletta also planned to follow suit, but took a sip of the wine but was choked by the weird taste mixed with candy, and the violent coughing sound attracted everyone's attention.Nat burst out laughing again, mocking the kid for being weak.

The author has something to say: (1)

British Dark Cuisine

There is really this kind of earthworm candy... I have eaten it

It just tastes sober.

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