[HP] Noble

Harry Potter has always believed that Draco Malfoy was just like his Death Eater father, an out-and-out little bastard.

He's sure that before the semester started, if he saw today's scene, he would clap his hands darkly, because he absolutely deserved it.

But now, he wasn't so sure that he thought so.

The accusing gaze of the first-year Slytherin made him feel particularly uncomfortable for a moment, as if being stared into by those black eyes would reveal all his dark thoughts - by this point, Harry was sure he hated all black eyes. People with eyes, such as the greasy Snape, such as the little Slytherin, or... oh, not counting Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw Seeker with Asian descent , she's very smart, she's a good player, she's pretty, isn't she? ——

No, now's not the time to think about it... Oh, Ron, damn it.

"I also think Ron has been a bit of a jerk lately!" Hermione agreed beside him.

Harry was startled, stopped and looked at his female companion walking beside him: "What, what?"

Hermione glanced at Harry inexplicably: "Didn't you just say that Ron really deserves to die?"

I accidentally said it without realizing it.Harry stared at Hermione dumbfounded like an alien, and finally, he closed his mouth and calmly turned his face away, his green eyes resting on a painting in the corridor, "No, that's because I was thinking about other things. Hermione, I don't think Ron is a jerk."

Hermione raised her eyebrows high, obviously not believing a word he said.

"That hippogriff likes Malfoy," said Hermione impartially, holding the thick "Monster Book of Monsters" tightly in her arms, looking a little nervous, "if it wasn't Ron went to trouble with Gretel first - oh for Merlin's sake! Don't contradict me, Harry! I saw the whole thing!" she said grumpily.

"I can't believe you're speaking for that arrogant, selfish, hell-deserving Slytherin!"

"Oh come on, Harry! Leaving aside Malfoy—" Hermione tossed her hair, then gave Harry a shove and said as she walked, "Gretel really did nothing wrong... If you have to say What he did, he saved Hagrid's life - and Ron ridiculously thought it was Gretel's plot, Harry, don't you think Ron's guess is particularly ridiculous?"

"No, it's not funny, Slytherins can do anything." Harry said, pushing his glasses that had fallen to the bridge of his nose, with extra seriousness.

"..." Hermione stared at Harry speechlessly for a long time, and finally shoved the book in his hand into his arms, causing him to stagger, "Damn college prejudice!" She turned angrily and walked in Front.

"Hey, where are you going—wait, where's Ron?" Harry looked around, looking at Hermione's back as she hurried away and asked in bewilderment.

"How would I know!" Hermione raised her voice, striding arrogantly down the hallway leading to the hospital wing without looking back, "Try to find Gretel! Ron must be making trouble around that first-year Slytherin." , he has been busy doing this recently!"

Harry shrugged at Hermione's back, and he had to admit that, at least from the way Ron had behaved since he started school, she had a point.

……

After Scorpius dumped Ron, he went to the medical wing first, and when he got there, the medical wing was so lively that it could be described as a sea of ​​people.Madam Pomfrey looked mortally annoyed at this fact, her face stern and her mouth pursed in obvious displeasure.

Standing beside the hospital bed were Professor Snape, Principal Dumbledore, and a group of third-year Slytherin students. It was Pansy crying beside Draco, and her female companion Daphne Greengrass, Astoria's sister——with a flash of his gaze, Scorpius was surprised to see Astoria next to Daphne.

The latter had apparently noticed Scorpius too, and she smiled at him.

Scorpius pushed through the crowd, and now, Principal Dumbledore was leaning slightly to listen to Hagrid dancing and describing the magical magic that bound the Hippogriff, while Professor Snape stood with his hands behind his back. The face on the side was tense, and it seemed that he was trying his best not to make any comments on Hagrid's poor expressive ability.

"Where did you go?" Draco, who had drank the powerful hemostatic potion and looked not so bad, was leaning against the bed. Zabini in the conversation moved to Scorpina.

"Weasley stopped me." Thinking of Weasley, Scorpius replied coldly with a downcast face.Draco gave an expression of unabashed disgust when he heard that name.

"Follow Blaise when I'm not around." Draco glanced at him lightly, then turned his head and ignored him, but continued the half-way conversation with Zabini, Scorpius listened hard, Seems to be about Buckbeak.

"Hey, Scorpius." The always soft hand pulled him carefully. Scorpius turned his head and saw that Astoria was waving to him from behind. Scorpius understood and went to the corner of the crowd with the girl. At the end, he said slightly surprised, "Why are you here?"

"It's nothing strange, I have to take a look." Astoria shrugged.

"You have an obligation?" Scorpius asked curiously.Astoria tilted his head and looked him around with interest because of this question, and then said with a mysterious smile: "You will know one day."

"Can't wait." Scorpius gave a half-hearted smile.

Professor Hagrid finally finished his lengthy description before Astoria had time to smile back at him.Headmaster Dumbledore stood up and managed to attract all eyes to him. Hagrid looked eagerly at the old man's tall and thin back, and that gaze made Scorpius wonder if they had reached some kind of agreement again— —Such as saving Buckbeak's bird life... Yes, Scorpius didn't think that Draco's parents who regarded him as a treasure would easily let go of this opportunity to make trouble.

"I am very sorry that this happened, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore walked up to Draco, his blue eyes flashed with gentleness and kindness behind the half-moon glasses, "Thanks Merlin, you look Much better than before. You know, boys, Hogwarts hasn't had a teaching error in decades or so—the last time was...you know, when the Chamber of Secrets was opened."

The faces of all the teaching staff and third-year students present changed instantly. Snape lowered his face and called out "Professor Dumbledore" in a warning tone.

"That big stupid monster can't kill me." Draco frowned slightly, correcting his headmaster proudly, "A Malfoy wouldn't die on such a stupid magical animal."

"I don't doubt this confidence, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore smiled slightly. From the reflection of his glasses, Scorpius always felt that he glanced at him quickly. At this time, the old headmaster trembled Shaking his wand, he wiped away a smear of blood on the bed sheet, "But I'm sure that without that magical unknown magic, you would have been hurt more seriously, and you might have needed to go to St. Mungo's—"

"My dad—"

"Mr. Malfoy doesn't know about this yet," Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, interrupting Draco. "The decision on this matter rests with you, Mr. Malfoy."

"Well, I'm actually not sure if I should tell him...'Dear Papa, I'm hurt because a hippogriff scratched me', oh, that's so stupid, I can't drive this Mouth," Draco muttered, looking exhausted.

"Precisely, Lucius Malfoy that haughty bastard won't be happy to hear that - I think he needs to rest, Dumbledore." Snape said to Dumbledore after noticing Draco's dejected and exhausted expression. said stiffly.

Hagrid looked completely relieved.

"That's right! Professor Snape! Visiting hours are over!" Ms. Pomfrey had never agreed with the Potions Professor so much. They usually had some small disputes over the use of potions. At this time, she Feeling that the Potions Professor was right, she yelled out with extra confidence, "He needs to rest! Thursday, Thursday I can give you a whole Mr. Malfoy back—Miss Parkinson , please stop crying!"

"Thursday?" Draco looked up sharply. "No! I have a Potions class this afternoon!"

"I'm on the verge of tears, Mr. Malfoy," Professor Snape hissed with a smirk.

"After dinner, I'll send you notes. From then on, until you leave the hospital, every day." Pansy sobbed, and now she can't stop crying completely.

"You'd better remember to be pretty, Pansy." The sudden tearing pain in his abdomen seemed to remind Draco to accept this fact, and he gave her a critical look, seeming to accept it reluctantly over the suggestion, "Otherwise I would have chosen Blaise's."

Zabini added honestly: "I never copy notes, Draco."

"I'm not dead, Mr. Zabini." Professor Snape joined the conversation with a dark face, "and you are right in front of me, frankly, you never bothered with my notes in class, for your stupidity, Slytherin deducted 5 Points. I need to see the notes of all the courses from the first to the second grades on my desk before the end of next week, Mr. Zabini, otherwise there will be a semester of labor closure waiting for you."

Zabini: "..."

"Oh." Draco looked at him sympathetically, though not sincerely.

"You did it on purpose." Zabini reproached sullenly.

"Yes, I did it on purpose." Draco admitted happily, with a nasty smile in his silver-gray eyes, "I told you, you'd pay for not doing anything in Care of Fantastic Beasts, a Malfoy from Don't break your word."

"It's nothing, but you'll have to lend me your old notes, nerd."

"For your title, I refuse."

"I'm just stating a fact."

"Oh, and I'll also lay out a fact to you, Brace. It's just the first day of the semester, and labor is closed for the whole semester, and you'll have the opportunity to dust off every corner of the dean's office."

Professor Snape moved, two greasy locks of hair dangling in front of his eyes, it seemed that he leaned forward slightly.His voice was like silk and dragged out: "I'm so tempted, I can't wait."

Zabini smirked. "I'll have the notes on your desk by the end of this week, Professor. Not even next week."

"Preferably." Draco tugged the snow-white quilt up to his chin, he yawned gracefully, and said lazily, "Now, I want to sleep, you know, strong hemostatic agent side effects."

"Okay then, Draco. We'll see you again at dinner time," Pansy said reluctantly.

Draco nodded impatiently, turned his eyes around the crowd, and finally settled on Scorpius who had been silent all the time, "Follow Blaise, don't run around." He raised his pale eyebrows, emphasizing .

Scorpius nodded obediently.Snape made a nasal sound beside him, looking satisfied with the situation.

"Slytherin's little rules are always very sweet," said Headmaster Dumbledore lovingly.

"Even if it was caused by the not-so-warm environment." Snape sneered, "Excuse me, I have to prepare the content of the next class." After finishing speaking, he left the medical wing first .Starting with him, Pansy, Scorpius and Zabini at the end, the medical wing finally changed from the first three floors full of people to only Draco left, and he lazily He yawned, and after drinking a bottle of stamina recovery potion, turned over and fell asleep peacefully.

Scorpius also felt exhausted.

He didn't go to the Potions class of the third grade that afternoon, but chose to sleep in the dormitory in the dark. Anyway, Malfoy was not there, Zabini couldn't keep watching him, he had to take care of Ah It's Storia, isn't it?

Without Draco by his side, the days passed unexpectedly quickly. During these days, Ron Weasley seemed to have changed his temper, and no longer surrounded him all the time, ready to find some evidence of his murder. On the contrary, The third-year Gryffindor would choose to ignore him as soon as he saw him.

But Scorpius didn't care.

But all that goodness returned to its hideous form on Thursday.

...To be precise, it was after Draco Malfoy walked into the classroom in the middle of the two potions classes in Slytherin and Gryffindor.

"Who does he think he is, a hero who escaped death on the battlefield?" Ron lowered his voice and mocked.

"Oh, Snape didn't even deduct points from him, he was late!" Harry hissed resentfully.

"Shut up, boys." Hermione rolled up her sleeves, and since Draco was injured, she has hardly participated in verbal attacks against Slytherin, "pass me the root of the daisy— — not that, the bottle on the left — oh, thanks, Harry,” she said high-pitched.

Harry raised an eyebrow at her.

Hermione met his gaze fearlessly, then turned, and began to show Neville with the corners of her mouth how he could cut his daisy roots less ugly.

……

"Your roots don't look the same, Weasley." Scorpius, who had overheard the conversation of the trio of the Saviors at the table just behind them, said lazily, shrugging.

"It's none of your business! Little poisonous snake?" Ron seemed instantly ignited.

"This will make you blow up your own cauldron, stupid mole—here's the list, get the ingredients from the cupboard over there, little gills." Draco, who had just switched places with Zabini, wrote Throw it on the table and stand beside Scorpius.He raised his eyebrows and looked at Ron provocatively, and at the same time he did not forget to tell Scorpius to do things triumphantly.

Scorpius nodded without saying a word, then turned and walked towards the potions ingredients locker at the front of the classroom.

"...you look like you're going to explode, man," Harry whispered to Ron, and beside him, Hermione let out a loud, sharp sneer, and poor Neville Longbottom cut to own fingers.