[HP] Noble

When Draco let go of Scorpius whose hair was standing on end after being kissed, the black-haired boy turned his head and saw the owner of the pet shop leaning against the door and looking at them kindly with a smile on his face— ——Then as if she didn't see Scorpius' face redder than Weasley's hair in embarrassment at this moment, she just covered her mouth and laughed like a [-]-year-old girl: "It's so romantic, Malfoy Sir—if my husband had been half as good as you were when he was young, I should not have the misfortune to find myself with nothing to remember when I was old."

"Thank you, ma'am." The platinum nobleman nodded gracefully.

The whole scene is very harmonious-as if the existence of Scorpius, one of the protagonists of the incident, is not important at all.

When he realized that he no longer wanted to perform the physiological lesson of "how humans kiss" in front of these crowded fat rabbits, he found that Draco had turned around and walked a few meters away by himself. He went to the place - Scorpius paused, and then caught up with him - this time the black-haired boy rushed directly in front of him, looking at his expression.

The expression on Draco's face was expressionless.

"You look troubled, Mr. Malfoy," Scorpius said lazily.

"Yes," Draco glanced at the young man beside him with his silver-gray pupils, "unless you can tell me why I had the urge to kiss you just now—and then I did that .”

Draco's tone sounded very puzzled, but also very sincere - what made Scorpius happy was that Draco unconsciously used the term "love potion" in the Potions Dictionary almost intact. However, in this case, as a smart person who is proficient in potions - he did not suspect that Scorpius used this contraband potion on him.

His tone was purely questioning.

"I can't answer this question for you," Scorpius turned his back, faced Draco, walked backwards, and said as he walked, "Let someone who was kissed tell you why he was kissed , you can’t go on being so self-willed forever, Draco, I hope you can remember for yourself—even if it’s a guess.”

While saying these words, Draco was also lost in thought, and Scorpius waited for a while—even carefully looked at the face of the platinum nobleman, but he regretted that he didn’t find anything—just Just when he thought he had failed again, two stray cats chasing him suddenly appeared from the side alley—they ran past Scorpius' feet, which made the black-haired boy who was walking on his back shaken one time--

If it wasn't for His Majesty the King of Slytherin who was not far away from him stretched out his noble hand and grabbed Scorpius' elbow, he would probably have sat on the ground at this moment.

"Walk well, and watch the road carefully." Draco glanced at the black-haired boy in front of him lightly, and then said in the calmest tone, "It's hard to imagine that in the part of my memory that has passed away, I actually once Have you ever decided to be a partner with someone who can't even walk properly?"

"..." I couldn't believe my ears, I raised my head suddenly, my black pupils stared at the beautiful silver-gray pupils of the handsome young man in front of me as if I had seen a ghost, Scorpius moved Moving my lips, thousands of words finally reached my lips, but only one sentence remained, "What did you say?"

Draco repeated his words.

Still a very calm tone.

"You remember?"

Scorpius seemed to hear that his own blood began to spurt at this moment, roaring and flowing crazily towards his limbs, even with the beating of his heart——

"No, guess." Draco replied ruthlessly.

"..."

Now the blood finally realized that the crazy flow just now was wrong, so they stopped and resumed their usual normal flow speed, the heart seemed to realize that the crazy beating would bring unnecessary burden to the owner, at the same time , it also calmed down—although at this moment his master would rather hear an answer that would make it jump out of his chest alive.

"But your tone just now sounds familiar, just like the way you used to speak to me."

"You mean you are constantly reminded not to be so stupid?"

"..."

"It's probably a matter of getting used to it."

"I didn't mean to ask you that question!"

"Really?" Draco hooked the corners of his lips enough, showing an elegant and hateful smile, "I thought you were asking this."

"Damn it, I thought you really thought of something, and it turned out—guess—" Scorpius repeated dryly, "I asked you to guess, but you really gave me a guess?"

"I lost my memory because of a potion accident with a goddamn stupid Slytherin student," Draco raised his jaw, "could anything hit me harder than this, why would you treat someone like me Such a poor man so mean?"

Scorpius: "..."

If it wasn't for how quiet Diagon Alley looked, it was such a nice day again, and now he'd want to laugh out loud.

He had never heard Draco use the word "poor" to describe himself in his life, but just now - he was promoting his "poor" to him with the most hateful and righteous face in the world!Listen, what is this talking about? If you want to talk about being pitiful, is there anyone in this world who is more pitiful than me?I have to keep watching my lover be jealous of him when he was 11 years old but not be able to laugh at him, watching the 11-year-old him spit on him as an adult but not laughing out loud, I want to be like an adult in front of him Writing a letter to an 11-year-old like a thief, going through two full fifth grades and two OWL exams for my lover's damned missing memory——

Yes, OWL—in a few hours—he rushed back to the time when he was about to face his OWL report card seven years ago. Thinking of this, Scorpius decided that his mood should start from this moment It got a little worse—even though his stomach was about to hit the floor with a heavy weight at this point.

"—and either way, what's the point of pursuing such a thing?"

Just when Scorpius fell into a state of depression that he couldn't help himself, he heard the people around him say in that hateful tone——

"Anyway, even if I don't remember you now, I still can't restrain the urge to kiss you like I drank a love potion. If you feel any anger towards me instead of joy because of it, I'd think you were trying to show me how much you have in my heart that even potion accidents can't erase."

"..."

——Correct me, it sounds now, but the tone is actually not that hateful.

When the black-haired boy suddenly raised his head to look at His Majesty the King of Slytherin in front of him, he found that the other party's pale face, which was slightly thinner due to the previous coma, revealed a trace of fatigue, but the arrogance on it The anger has not diminished, and when Draco stared at this face and spoke in a flat tone, no matter what he said, it seemed particularly convincing.

It is as if a "bystander" who is "bystander clear" is sincerely discussing a certain topic.

This happens to be the case, but it makes this topic extremely convincing.

Scorpius blushed again - this time, he wasn't out of shame or anything - and under Draco's slightly mocking and playful gaze, the fifth-year Slytherins were acting like thieves Looking around, he turned his head back, facing the school professor who was worthy of his name compared to himself, he lowered his voice: "Draco, this is on the street."

"From the moment I decided to ask you out to bask in the sun, everything has no limit," Draco stared at the black-haired boy in front of him and said in a slightly sarcastic tone, "I'm surprised you only discovered this now."

Scorpius thought for a moment, and then, hopelessly, he blushed even more, and said hastily in an almost breathless voice: "You're on the street—one might pass by—and you might hear You are confessing your love to your students!"

"I'm on vacation." This time, Draco folded his arms playfully—as if he was going to stand in the middle of the road in this posture and argue with the dark-haired boy in front of him until they put As if the problem was completely solved, he thought for a while and added, "You're not in school either."

Scorpius: "..."

So the topic once again returned to the question of why Scorpius was not in school.

In the final analysis, to be precise, it was because Draco didn't "go to work".

—This is absolutely, absolutely, a bad question.

And just when Scorpius was racking his brains and didn't think about how to answer it, he saw the platinum aristocrat standing beside him lazily leaning against the lamppost by the roadside——when he did so , with one leg resting on the ground at a slight angle, and the other side slightly angled - Merlin's socks unfortunately, this angle makes his legs look straight and long -

It's so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off it.

Draco's waist was also strong.

Although he always looked a little on the thin side, Scorpius knew that under the dressy robes, he had a pair of firm abs that were definitely good.

Just when the thoughts in the fifth-year Slytherin's mind began to lust from his "professor"'s legs, and ran all the way to a place where eight phoenixes could not pull back, but at this moment, he heard Draco say— —

"So are you going to reject me?"

This time, Draco's voice didn't sound like the languid, drawn-out one.

He spoke quickly and clearly.

Scorpius knew Draco well, and in this situation, it probably meant that someone was starting to feel nervous.

"...I didn't... just said," Scorpius snorted, "I don't remember when we were together before, we didn't have such a serious confession—we just got together like this—" When he saw Draco raise his eyebrows, he stopped, and added, "Well, it's not muddled, to be precise, it was a premeditated accident - of course, I mean you planned it for me Long--"

"What about the conclusion?"

At this moment, the platinum aristocrat who has not been rejected has returned to his lazy look. When he behaves like this, it looks a bit like Professor Snape asking students in class after squashing belladonna The tone of voice when what to do...

In short, quite hateful.

"For as long as I can remember, I've always thought I'd choose someone who was a little prettier for my partner."

"Attention, I'm rejecting you, Draco."

"Unfortunately, when I had two choices, the second time I stood in front of a pet store full of scary pink bubbles and kissed you like a fool in love."

"..."

"If you're not going to say no to me, why don't you come over now and we'll have a nice kiss?"

"..."

Then there is no more.

In fact, when Scorpius walked up to the towering King of Slytherin with his hands and feet stiff like a robot, and raised his head slightly so that he could kiss him, he even wondered if he himself was the middle man. The one who took the love potion—otherwise, after experiencing so many things, he would still be like a fool when he pressed his lips against the other's slightly cold lips. The silk room seemed to be trembling crazily in another dimension...

And Scorpius let out a muffled whimper as Draco pried open his jaw with the deft tip of his tongue and thrust his tongue into his mouth - he had to do it because he opened his mouth and it couldn't be guaranteed His heart doesn't jump right out of his mouth.

This is a kiss that is about a million times more intense than the one at the pet store——

To put it simply, it is... wet and entangled, and no one wants to let go of anyone.

When they parted, Scorpius was horrified to realize that the sun that seemed to be hanging over his head a second ago had now set - but he didn't panic for long because his attention was quickly caught by Draco. Putting it at the corner of his lips, and gently wiping away the saliva that he hadn't swallowed yet, the slightly cold thumb attracted attention.

"Why didn't Hogwarts just stop all fifth year classes just because I was on leave?" Draco said.

"and then?"

"And then I won't have to think about you leaving Malfoy Manor and going back to the goddamn school for classes, and I'll be alone in bed in my bedroom."

"You used to sleep well in that bed by yourself, Draco."

Scorpius finished speaking, but he heard the platinum nobleman beside him smile lightly. He showed a sexy and lazy expression: "It is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but it is difficult to go from extravagant to frugal."

"It sounds quite educated," Scorpius pursed his lips, "although it's still a robber-like theory."

"I think I can pick up some amazing memories when I look at you." Draco took Scorpius' hand - this time he took it easy and did it very calmly.

"for example?"

"When you were in bed, you cried for my appearance."

"That's just your bloody sexual fantasy," Scorpius said dryly, "Slut."

Although he said so, he still couldn't shake off Draco's hand.

Because he noticed that the setting sun stretched their shadows very long, and their shadows were connected together, as if they were inseparable from each other.