[HP] Noble

The tail of Draco's Dutchman's broom had been covered with tiny white flowers, which made it look more like a twig that had just been snapped from a tree by the side of the road than a broom - but no one Dare to laugh at Draco, because when the "Dutchman" was released last Christmas, it was immediately introduced by various teams participating in the Quidditch World Cup.

This is a growing competition model broom, although the final look is a little fresh (…).

At this moment, this expensive broom was thrown on the floor of the Slytherin common room, and the snow on the broom melted, killing a small area around the floor.And his master was sitting alone on the soft sofa, his handsome and handsome profile reflected by the firelight, like a perfect but cold plaster artwork.

The Slytherin underground common room was full of people coming and going, and everyone who passed by the ornate sofa that was occupied by only one person seemed eager to go up and say something to their leader-such as complimenting the just At the end of the Quidditch game, you know, at the moment when Draco caught the golden snitch, not only Potter's wonderful expression was evocative, but the best thing was that the group of Gryffindors looked almost angry Crying, really happy.

But the way the Slytherin prince had been sitting there thinking without saying a word had put them off, and no one had the guts to interrupt his train of thought with a silly reason.

The crowd gathered in twos and threes, and usually a few girls raised their eyelids cautiously, glanced quickly at the sofa by the fire, and looked away quickly before everyone noticed, as if she It's like never deserting when chatting with a female partner.

"What the hell--" Pansy leaned against the window, lazily looking at the dark bottom of the black lake, and teased, "I found that even the mermaids are not near our window recently, which is really abnormal, you know In previous winters, they almost wanted to tie their tails to our curtains."

No one answered her words, and the common room soon fell into an extremely peaceful silence, occasionally whispering in the corner.

Curfew time was approaching, but no one dared to step forward to remind their prefects that it was time to go on patrol.

Until the real warriors show up.

A figure stood in front of Draco, blocking the fire in front of him.

The senior Slytherin was slightly taken aback, and raised his eyebrows slightly——

However, before he could react, there was a cold sensation on his chin——

"The corner of your eye is hurt."

Scorpigret pinched Prince Slytherin's chin and looked around calmly, and said slowly, "The blood clot has clotted—you didn't show up for most of the game, so you ran to talk to Professor Black Learned how to dig holes and bury bones?—”

Slytherins: "..."

The expression on Draco's face loosened a bit, and he raised his face cooperatively to let the people in front of him observe. His silver-gray eyes fixed on the fourth-year Slytherin in front of him, and said expressionlessly, "It's from the branch."

Scorpius let go of him: "Everyone is worried about you."

Draco: "Sorry, there are reasons why I must leave."

Slytherins: "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Pansy: "Oh my god, Brace, I think it's a bit overwhelming - I'm going to bed, and maybe I can use the two-way mirror to flirt with my fiancé before I go to bed."

Zabini smiled and narrowed his eyes: "There is nothing to be jealous of, girl, if you want me to say, let's go - Draco, it's curfew, you should go to patrol."

Draco glanced at his tall and thin friend standing aside, stretched out one hand and pulled Raskoppi to his side, and calmly took his cloak with the other hand, his silver-gray eyes were still staring at him. The black-haired Slytherin in front of him asked without looking back, "Where's Astoria?"

Zabini opened his mouth and was about to answer, when Nott who came out of nowhere suddenly interjected: "It's been gone since this morning, I thought she was with you all the time."

Withdrawing his hand from the sleeve of the fourth-year Slytherin, Draco turned his head and gave him a meaningful expression. Nott, who had a panoramic view of this expression, changed his face slightly, but he quickly recovered. Usually good at indifference.And Scorpius, who didn't see this scene at all, didn't react much. He took Draco's cloak and helped him put it on again——

Draco raised his chin slightly so that Scorpius could help him fasten the top button, and at the same time he gave Nott a very mocking smile: "I heard from Corollin this morning that recently you and Ah Storia came close."

Nott, who had already stepped up the stairs leading to the bedroom with one foot, paused, put his hands in his pockets, and turned sideways: "Are you expressing jealousy, dear Draco?"

Scorpius let go of his hand: "If you can't buckle it, do it yourself."

The platinum nobleman glanced at the person in front of him, and put on the buttons himself calmly.Scorpius retreated to the sofa opposite him and sat down lazily.

"I have nothing to do with her, Nott. Shut your mouth."

Draco spoke softly, his voice full of dangerous warnings.

Nott's body became stiff, and his face quickly darkened.

"I'm going to find her?" Zabini just passed by Nott, and patted his arm calmly, and the latter relaxed a little.

"No need," Draco put on his cloak hat arrogantly, covering half of his face, and said lazily in a drawn-out tone, "I'll go by myself."

During this process, Scorpius remained silent. He casually grabbed the magazine on the coffee table and read it intently.It wasn't until Draco left the common room that he stopped pretending, sighed, put away the magazine in hand, and sat there for a while.

Even after staying in the common room for so long, he still felt cold hands and feet.

But his face was so hot it was almost on fire.

He thought he was going schizophrenic.

A part of the soul was very clamoring to get close to Draco Malfoy, and would only be quiet when it was beside him or touched him directly.But the other part of the soul was damn afraid of him. When those silver-gray eyes stayed on him, he almost wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in it or run away with his head in his arms.

And now!Now he wants to chop off his own hand! ——What kind of crazy miss just now made him dare to touch that person's glamorous and noble chin in such an atmosphere?

Merlin!I actually touched his chin!

Also accused him of being injured!

Ahhh, it's none of your business if someone gets hurt!

Scorpius moved his butt uneasily, pulled the magazine over his face, took a deep breath, the oily smell on the magazine made him dizzy——

But he also raised his face in cooperation to let me see.

Another voice whispered in his head.

right?

……

So under the magazine, where no one could see, Slattery, the fourth grader, raised the corners of his lips, and laughed like a puberty fool.