[HP] Noble

To be honest, if Scorpius was not holding Draco's hand now, he might have been so scared that he fell to the ground - the black-haired Slytherin slightly widened his eyes, and let himself lean slightly to the platinum bed on the bed. In front of the nobleman—and at this moment, he finally realized that the moment just now was not his illusion—Mr. Draco Malfoy, His Majesty the great Slytherin King, the youngest potion professor in the history of Hogwarts, Really woke up in Scorpigret's hand.

At first, he just shook his eyelids, but then, Scorpius saw the silver-gray pupils that he had missed for a century slowly opening... The other party seemed to be very weak. The eyes closed again, and there was a pause before the platinum-haired Slytherin actually opened his eyes.

When the silver-gray pupils looked at the black eyes, everything around seemed to stop.

The sunlight, the chirping of birds, and the sound of running water from the fountain all disappeared at this moment.

Even the air was becoming inexplicably thinner - Scorpius found himself having to breathe hard to maintain the amount of oxygen that would keep him alive, and he was so close to Draco that every breath The breath sprayed out was not so polite and hit the face of the handsome young man in front of him.

There seemed to be boundless exhaustion in Draco's eyes, he moved his eyes, glanced at the surrounding environment, and when he found that he seemed to be in his own room, he showed a slightly relaxed expression, and finally those silver eyes The gray pupils finally stopped in front of him.

Looking at the black-haired boy in front of him, Draco Malfoy didn't show much joy. When he moved the corners of his lips and spoke, his voice was low and hoarse, with an indelible weakness, but it was still hard to hide The inherent pride in the words—

"Although I don't know who you are, please allow me to remind you politely that you seem to be too close to me."

Scorpius was stunned, and realized the fact that the other party had lost some memories almost in the third second. He couldn't restrain his heart from sinking suddenly, but then he quickly realized that this should be what he expected In fact, Draco was able to wake up at this time, obviously because of Merlin's favor.

They should not beg for more.

Even he should be ecstatic about this - at least Draco no longer lies there like a vegetable, maintaining the same posture every day and night, not feeling the coming of night or day, relying on potions to maintain life.

Scorpius had a slightly hard smile on his face, and he sat up straight—

However, what the black-haired boy didn't know at this moment was that almost the first moment he smiled, the young Mr. Malfoy began to regret it. He found that he subconsciously didn't like the smile of the black-haired boy in front of him. , so that his already laborious breathing became even more difficult, because at this moment, Prince Slytherin felt that everything in front of him seemed to be...

As if he hurt him.

Draco was silent, and he began to seriously consider whether he had said something rude and impolite—

Although in his memory, Draco Malfoy, that is, himself, was indeed in the range of his own tolerance, and was rude and extremely disrespectful to some people in the other range-as long as he was happy.

And there's nothing wrong with that, he's so popular nonetheless.

But no matter how much he went too far, the target should definitely not be the person sitting by his bed at this moment——

A voice rang quietly in Draco's head.

This made Prince Slytherin frowned subconsciously. He hardly realized that he was still holding the other person's hand in his own. When he spoke again, he heard a hint of self-mockery in his voice: "Obviously, I seem to have lost part of my memory and forgotten some important people."

"Yes," Scorpius resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "you are."

"Very well, let me think about it..." Draco frowned slightly, "That's why I tolerate a person who is not breathing well, like I just ran [-] meters on my legs and still smells like sweat." The reason people sit by my bed?"

"Yes," Scorpius heard himself say dryly, "you are."

Draco's eyes flicked critically over Scorpius - in fact, the look was eerily familiar, it almost made Scorpius feel like he was back in the first year, when Draco was in the school every day. Looking at him like that - well, now five years later, at the moment when Draco can finally accept the messy bird nest head he just woke up in the morning, everything is back to square one!

Scorpius felt that it took a lot of patience not to get angry with a patient.

Or simply choke his neck and ride on him to beat him up?

No, Scorpius thought to himself, even though the guy was lying in bed like a consumptive man, he still wasn't sure he could beat him - in fact, lo and behold, the hawthorn wand was put Next to his pillow, and Scorpius had no doubts that he could use that to throw Draco through the window and downstairs a second before his hand touched Draco's neck.

"—you're a Slytherin."

In the unusually quiet room, Draco's voice sounded again, not an interrogative sentence, but a descriptive sentence used to describe the fact.

"Obviously I am," Scorpius tried again to get a little closer to Draco - this time he succeeded, Draco only relaxed after the initial hesitation, and he still approached him, so Scorpius moved slightly Feeling better, he raised his eyebrows, like a doctor greeting his own patient, "So, how much do you remember, Draco?"

For the name of the black-haired Slytherin in front of him, Draco fell into a new tangle-he felt that no matter which toe he used, he was older than the boy in front of him, but why did he call him His Christian name, rather than the proper "Mr. Malfoy" or something?Oh, what he meant was... If the other party was a qualified Slytherin, he should have noticed this.

Obviously, Mr. Draco Malfoy committed some of the little problems that often appear in him in the first second of waking up-for example, in thinking, he was completely trained by his father Lucius An old antique who feels that the world will collapse in the next second without the rules of the pure-blooded nobles.

Although he is very tired now, he even wants to say nothing, close his eyes and have a good sleep-although he feels that he has probably slept for a long time.

"Why do I lose my memory? Merlin's socks, I feel like my head has 1 fire hedgehogs rolling in them." Draco frowned, "Actually, I don't remember much, those It’s all fragments, and I can’t even use my brain to connect them into a complete picture.”

When Scorpius heard the words, he almost immediately thought of the memory gap in Dumbledore's mouth-memory is a chain. When it loses a certain part of it, it will turn on the automatic protection function and let their owner fall into a deep sleep. Until they are switched on again, feeling the danger disappearing - like now.

Scorpius felt that this was probably due to the effects of the memories he brought back—it was like a collapsing coal mine, which had now been re-dug and the iron frame required for the track was laid, and it was temporarily closed to traffic. But there should always be what a coal mine should look like.

Probably that's it.

So the black-haired Slytherin thought for a while and said, "If it's 2008, oh, in more common terms, it's the first year of the new magic calendar."

"A new magic calendar?" Draco frowned, "Why is there this?"

"Because the Dark Lord was completely defeated by Harry Potter in a few months, the wizarding world ushered in a new reform. This is the decision of the Ministry of Magic." And your father also voted for this decision, Mr. Malfoy It seemed that he was looking forward to the new reforms more than anyone else. In fact, some people almost suspected that his eyes had already set his sights on the post of Minister of Magic... Scorpius decided not to say the latter sentence.

"Potter?" Draco had a look on his face that smelled like shit, "That Scarhead defeated the Dark Lord?"

Well, for whatever reason, you remember Potter.

Then you forget about me.

Mr. Draco Malfoy, I have settled this account.

Scorpius gave a grinning grin.

Draco didn't understand, he closed his eyes slowly, and opened them after resting for a while, as if he was trying to digest these facts that he had experienced but that he had forgotten.

"So," Draco said slowly, "I was attacked during the war?"

"I'm afraid it's not as great as you imagined," Scorpius showed an almost vindictive smirk, "You just experienced a small potion on the first day of returning to school after the war ACCIDENT."

There was a distinctly silent expression on Draco's face, and then he raised his pale jaw mockingly, dragged out his voice and said dryly in a voice that could not hear any emotion: "I guess it's a Gryffindor .”

"A Slytherin, actually."

"Fallen." Draco muttered, "It's hard to imagine what Professor Snape would say—"

"Professor Snape won't say anything but sneer, in fact, he's retired, and you're the head of Slytherin House now." Scorpius said almost cheerfully - although he immediately realized that bullying a How unkind is the patient himself, but at this moment, he is very sure that he has successfully obtained the comfort of being forgotten from the face of His Majesty the Slytherin King.

Although Scorpius knew it probably wasn't Draco's fault - no one could - not even Draco himself - no one could guess what happened to Draco's memories, they probably It's like some flocs that can't be gathered together, floating in this beautiful head piecemeal.

Scorpius thought, and he glanced at Draco's bedside - unsurprisingly, there was a stuffed toy there, in the shape of a dragon, because the doll was almost faded by the cleaning spell due to old age Draco once admitted that it was the only real toy he had growing up.

The black pupils immediately saw the clock on Draco's bedside - as it turned out, the time passed quickly, if he didn't move anymore, he would have to be late before the end of the Christmas holiday, and then face... the first grade The wrath of the Slytherin prince.

When Scorpius thought about it, he suddenly felt like a house-elf running around and getting no benefit.

The dark-haired Slytherin slipped his hand out of Draco's - in fact he didn't want to, and what Scorpius didn't know was that if he looked up now, he'd be the first to notice Draco frowned instantly, but the black-haired Slytherin just lowered his head and said in an unreadable voice: "I guess you want to be alone with your little dragon toy for a while? I guess Mrs. Malfoy has felt After seeing your magic wave, she will want to come to you in a short while..."

"Maybe." Draco frowned uncertainly, "Maybe I can also ask what potion she and Professor Snape fed me during my coma. I can't even lift my spirits...Where are you going?"

It was almost a blunt turning point, but it was clear that Draco thought his focus was clear enough.

"I?"

Scorpius pursed his lips, he really wanted to tell the person lying on the bed that now he had to play the heroic knight again and go back to seven years ago to face the little bastard Draco seven years ago, passing five stages and killing six generals , playing around with him to collect his memories, so that everything can return to normal - but Scorpius said nothing, just shrugged: "Do what I should do."

Draco pondered for a while, and when Scorpius made up his mind to turn around and leave, he suddenly said, "Actually, I think you look familiar."

Scorpius turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Like my guide, you know, there is such a person who just entered Slytherin..." Draco said, frowning slightly, "Although I still doubt whether there is such a person, His name and appearance are blurred out, which isn't too common for a Malfoy, usually we remember well to make sure we don't appear to be socially faux-"

Scorpius still raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

"But sometimes I feel that you are another person, uh uh uh, well, just occasionally, I think you are another more important existence." Draco closed his mouth after finishing speaking, as if he couldn't imagine himself saying that Out of that word——

important?

Oh, Merlin's ass.

The Malfoys never make promises lightly.

And he just blurted it out so smoothly—this must be a sign of his being sick and confused.

And when Prince Slytherin struggled alone, he found that the door was pushed open from the outside—his mother Narcissa rushed in from the outside, followed by Lucius—probably just from the magic Head straight back from work - and Severus Snape, with a Draco Sirius Black who couldn't understand why he was at Malfoy Manor.

Draco watched as his mother flung herself up to the dark-haired Slytherin who had already reached the door, hugged him hard, and kissed him loudly on the cheek - and by this time the Prince Slytherin's eyebrows had already On his forehead, he wanted to tell his mother aloud that his son seemed to be here - in bed.

But Draco didn't have time to say anything, he just saw the black-haired Slytherin who had escaped from his mother's arms turned around and gave him a smile--in fact, the smile didn't look like a Slytherin, even a little Like a silly Hufflepuff, but there was no doubt that at this moment, Draco felt more at ease in his heart than ever before.

Unusually steady.

He kept watching that Slytherin leave his room, and then he only heard a soft "snap" outside his door, as if someone had Apparated and left the space he could touch .