Since he was only going home for Christmas and he didn't have a lot of luggage, Fleta made the box smaller and packed a few clothes, humming the school song and packing some messy gadgets into it.If Draco sees it, he will definitely have a blue vein, because it includes not limited to the leftover candy paper given by the senior, the notebook and the leftover pencil that the senior borrowed for drafting, and the senior gave it to the elf after sleeping Cleaning the pillow case brought by the hooligan, the senior invited him to drink milk and forgot to return the milk cup.

Magic works so well.Fleta put these things into a small silver box conjured by the Transfiguration Charm with the Shrinking Charm, and humming a song made the box shrink again and hid it in the suitcase.Only then did he discover that there was a letter on one of his clothes, the letter was painted with red and green patterns, and a Santa Claus was running around on the envelope.Fletta took the letter and looked at the signature on the envelope, and found that it was from the senior.

"Christmas present for...Mr. Hill? Yay! Christmas present OvO! Hohohoho, Draco's handwriting is so beautiful. What is this, can't it be a love letter? Hehehe, no, I can't be too happy... Maybe it's a potion book list..." Fletta didn't care what the gift was, anyway, as long as it was a gift from a senior, he liked it very much, "If it's really a potion book list, I'll frame it and hang it as a picture On the head of the bed, anyway, the words are so beautiful, it’s really pleasing to the eye hahaha.”

He opened the letter, and a piece of old and tattered parchment floated out of the envelope.Fletta wanted to write a love letter or a book list so old-fashioned, so she opened the folded parchment in doubt, and she was dumbfounded when she saw the words on it.

Draco was explaining something to a few noble snakes in the firelight, when he suddenly saw Fleta running down the stairs, he rushed over to hug him in disbelief: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The students of the Snake Academy watched their chairman roll their eyes, nodded with a smothered smile on their faces, expressing that they had remembered what he had explained, and said goodbye after saying Merry Christmas and leaving to go home for the holidays.

Fletta looked shocked: "You, you, you bought Honeydukes and gave it to me!? You give me an estate title deed?"

Draco understated: "Yes, it will be your shop from today. Are you happy, boss?"

"Aww!" Fleta raised her head to kiss him, but was stopped by Draco's slap.In the palm of his gloved hand, the teenager opened his mouth vaguely and said, "Can I ask them to send me some new candies in the future?"

"How do I know, that's your shop."

"Ahh! I don't even know what to give you?"

"Anything." I didn't expect your gift to be good anyway.

Fletta looked serious: "Men can't be casual."

"..." Draco remained expressionless, "As long as you like it."

"Hey, I just like you casually." Seeing that the senior was about to hit him, Fletta immediately held him and looked up and asked, "What were you talking about with those classmates just now?"

"They are all aristocrats with good family conditions. I asked them to go home this time and pay attention to the black magic products in the house. Bring me some strange things."

Fleta knew that he was looking for a Horcrux, so he sighed softly, "Thanks for your hard work?"

"It's hard work to talk about it." Draco sneered.

"Ah, you are so handsome when you speak swear words." Fletta started to get nervous, standing on tiptoe to play hooliganism, "but I like your swear words better, come here, let me lick it clean."

"Go away!" Draco scolded with a smile, pushing people away, "Go and get your luggage, the train going home will be late."

Fletta never gave up, and never gave up until she kissed: "Then we'll go back on the broom."

"Are you sick? It's snowing outside."

"Then ride me back."

"Deal." Draco stroked his neck with his hand, bowed his head and kissed him deeply.

The Hogwarts train drove across the snow-covered railway, and the whistle of the train emitted a stream of milky white smoke in the cold air. This train was full of children to go back to meet their families, and there were even some occasional decorations on the train. Christmas decoration.

Although the male chairman of the student union came a little late with his mount, he still caught up with the train.As the prefect, Astoria didn't dare to say a word, but just took a deep breath and watched her boss be upright and undisciplined.In fact Draco looked rather sorry, Fleta guessed that he must have thought about flying himself over the train and swaggering out the window to say hello to them.

If it wasn't for the snow outside, Fletta might actually do it.He is not afraid of the cold, but he is not willing to let his senior get sick or something.

Thinking of this, Fleta took a breath of mist on the cold glass and began to draw with her fingers.Draco glanced at him while he was busy reading a book and let him play. It felt like he was watching his son's ghost, Merlin, why did he feel like a father before he was married.hell.

Just as he was thinking about it, Fletta took a breath and sneezed a little, spraying the painting on the window.Such a disgusting thing Draco should have taken the book away in disgust, but after thinking about it for a while, he didn't feel anything, so he handed over a handkerchief, with a soft voice that even carried a trace of worry that he didn't realize: "You have a cold gone."

Fletta's eyes widened: "Impossible!"

"Why is it impossible? You are human." The senior looked indifferent and mocking.

The boy froze for a moment and wanted to refute, but found that what he said was not wrong at all.This is the first time someone has directly told him such words. Before that, he had always regarded himself as a strange race in his heart.His uncle told him that boys with their surname were destined to be different from others, and would be distinguished by others if they returned to France.In addition, Fletta's growth environment without companions and friends made him grow up with some distortions. For example, his mind is very pure and his personality is natural and free, and he always regards himself as a dragon that can become a human.However, today there is an understatement to tell myself: You are a human being, no different from ordinary people.

"...Well, if I'm just human, will you still like me?"

Draco looked at him with an idiot-looking look, and just as the senior was about to answer, the idiot sneezed again.Draco rolled his eyes and continued to look down at the book.

When getting out of the car, Fletta was not busy saying goodbye to the senior. Dumbledore and the adults were all out. Mom and Dad wrote to ask him to go home with the senior first, and maybe he could catch up to have Christmas dinner with him when he was done.

"My father didn't come to pick me up. Senior, do you think he is going to have a second child with me behind my back?"

"..."

"I am firmly opposed to having a second child, anyway, now that you are already there, why do they want a second child!"

"..."

"I'm so happy to celebrate the festival with you! I miss Aunt Sissy. The cake she made last time was delicious!"

Draco picked up his luggage and walked out, and Fleta followed him bouncingly, suddenly his footsteps paused, and he answered irrelevantly: "Yes."

Fletta was stunned for a moment, standing there as if his feet were glued, watching the tall and slender figure of the person in front of him walking in front, from the eye-catching hair color to the tall and straight back to the long legs that kept walking , seems to be enough for him to watch for a long time.Although this person has been walking forward, for some reason, Fleta just knew that this person would wait for him.

The young man smiled, bouncing up and down a few steps to catch up with him with extremely happy feelings in his heart, chatting nonsense with him.

……

As soon as he arrived at the senior's house, Fleta was shocked. This was the first time he went to his house for Christmas. There was a beautiful and spacious courtyard on the way to the main house. However, Fleta saw the main house from the moment he entered the gate. The tall Christmas tree in front of the house.

It wasn't until he walked in that he realized that this Christmas tree was at least eight or nine meters high, and every branch was decorated with numerous decorations. Beautiful silver stars, colorful Christmas balls, and gold and silver bells made the Christmas tree lively. Extremely.The enchanted little snow was only floating on this tree, and a crystal snowflake fell on the tip of the little boy's small nose, and it melted quickly when it touched his body temperature.

Fletta looked up like a frog: "Wow."

"Come in, aren't you cold? Don't act dead."

Fletta caught a little Santa Claus flying around, pulled off the little red hat and put it on his index finger, and the words he said in the snow were covered with snow-white mist, making his delicate little face a little hazy : "It's such a big tree, but why didn't I see the Christmas presents?"

Draco deliberately teased him, expressionless: "I didn't."

"Ah O mouth O? Why not?!"

"I'm the only heir in my family, and I'm almost an adult. It's a time of crisis again, who will remember to give me a gift?"

Fletta looked up in shock: "How could this be...but, but you still gave me a gift?"

"Yeah." Draco wanted to laugh.

Fleta wanted to cry.He thought for a while with drooping lips but said firmly: "Then I don't want Honey Duke anymore, and I'll tear up the land deed later. My parents didn't have time to give me a gift this year, so I'll be with you."

Silly... Draco sighed softly, rubbed the dog's head of the two hundred and five, and pulled him into the door.As soon as Fletta entered the gate, he saw a Christmas tree in the hall of the house that was not lower than the outside, and the top of the tree even touched the ceiling. This Christmas tree was all white, covered with gold and silver decorations, and the tree The bottom is full of exquisite gifts in various packages, piled up on the floor like a hill.

Fletta was immediately dumbfounded.

"How could the gift package be left outside in the snow?" Draco said casually, handing the coat and scarf to the servant, and the elf carried the luggage back to the room.He casually glanced under the tree, "Well, it's indeed much less than last year."

Looking at the pile of presents, the boy had difficulty speaking: "Who will give it all?"

"Students at school, nobles with contacts, servants of employees of the family industry, officials of the Ministry of Magic, and some academic masters."

Fletta was a little envious: "A lot!"

Draco paused: "How many gifts did you receive before you went to school?"

"One, my mother will give it to me. My father will play tricks. He always says that he and my mother are one. If my mother gives it, he will give it."

"Yeah." Draco nodded without saying anything, stepped forward and began to unwrap the presents.It was a box of limited edition strawberry cheesecake, and I raised my hand to Severetta.It was a pair of dragon leather gloves, which Severetta put on.When it was disassembled, it was a gemstone brooch, which looked ordinary, not on the chest of Fretta.After opening the presents for a while, the little boy was almost dressed up as a Christmas tree (1).

Fleta ate the cake and didn't understand what his senior was doing. Seeing Draco unwrap the presents until he was unwilling to open them, Fleta was a little annoyed by the pile of things left, frowned and clapped his hands and stood up.

Fleta: "Chairman, come on! Don't give up!"

"..." Draco kicked an empty box, "It's all for you."

"???"

The senior was a little sleepy, and yawned, his gray-blue eyes were filled with mist and turned into a beautiful water-blue: "Come down and dismantle them when you have time, and let them stay when you are not free."

Seeing him turn around to leave, Fletta babbled and clapped her hands after eating the cake: "Where are you going?"

"sleep."

The little boy rolled his eyes: "Wait, I'll go too!"

Fleta followed him to his room, and saw him loosen his tie and belt and put them on the hanger, and he was lying on the bed in his shirt and trousers.He climbed onto the bed, trying to put his cold hands and feet close to him.

Draco stared at him.Fletta smiled shyly and said, "I'm cold." Immediately after speaking, she put her hands and feet into his clothes.

The senior was shaken by him, and immediately wanted to jump up and beat him up angrily, but this little bastard sneezed a little, the tip of his nose was a little red, and his eyes were bright red because of the cold. look at him.

"..." Draco looked at him indifferently, and finally said nothing, he reached out and hugged him, like a wild animal protecting its cub, using his own body temperature to keep him warm from the cold.Fletta smiled and closed her eyes, and rubbed against the senior's neck, exhaling a small breath that was extremely stable.

The author has something to say:

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D heart activity:

Only one Christmas present?Seeing how pitiful you are, I will give you everything I have in the future.

Anyway, I spoil you.

What's mine is yours.

Ok.

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