[HP] Noble

For Scorpius, the best way to compare Draco as an adult to Draco as a kid is when they're both doing the same thing—if in In terms of kissing, oh, yes, at least in terms of kissing, compared to the second-year Slytherin who is only 13 years old now, His Majesty the Slytherin King who is almost 19 years old has a completely different momentum.

The adult Draco is more than half of his head taller than Scorpius, which is doomed to his advantage in momentum. He likes to take all the initiative, from when he is in a good mood and decides to kiss to when he decides to end This kiss, everything is led by him, he will actively pry open the jaw of the kissing partner with the tip of his dexterous tongue, and then perform this kiss in the wet way of an adult——

When it came to kissing, Scorpius didn't want to ask Draco whether he was gifted or nurtured, but he did have a knack for making people dizzy anyway.

——In comparison, Mr. Draco Malfoy seemed normal when he was 13 years old.

At this time, Draco's body is still in the stage of development, which means that he will not be able to produce a sense of oppression in terms of height and figure. Although he has great strength, it does not mean that if Scorpius seriously couldn't push him away - but Scorpius didn't, because Draco was Draco anyway, even if he acted like a dog that just gnawed on the lips and tongue of the person he kissed. puppy.

All that's left is a bark or a wag of its tail.

Scorpius knew that this kind of analogy would definitely make the proud Prince Slytherin angry, so he quietly leaned against the cold Hogwarts wall, without complaining, without pushing away those who were pressing on him, and even It was when Draco finally let go of his thin lips that were about to taste a little blood, as if caressing, and the tip of his tongue came to his jaw——

Scorpius opened his mouth slightly in cooperation, allowing his tongue to slide in.

He could feel the scorching breath of each other's breath sprayed on each other's faces, and when receiving an intrusive Draco's tongue sweeping every corner of the mouth, Scorpius really found a little later The domineering shadow that Draco is used to when kissing - but at this moment, he didn't have time to think so much, he was just worried that if a child suddenly realized that the prefect following them Missing and running back to find him, what the hell would happen—

That first-year kid, who had been at Hogwarts for only a few hours, would see his sixth-year prefect being pinned against a wall by a second-year not much older than them, kissing passionately.

Oh, that would be wonderful.

The three views of the poor child will probably be shattered along with the image of Scorpius' prefect.

As Scorpius was thinking this, he almost wanted to find time to roll his eyes absent-mindedly, but at this moment, Draco's hands dishonestly touched his waist from under his robe, if it weren't for this Well, Scorpius' school shirt is neatly tucked into his trousers, and Draco's hand has probably sneaked in—

Scorpius was so sure because the opponent's hand was groping at the moment, trying to pull the hem of his clothes out.

Scorpius wasn't prepared to do this kind of thing in the hallway, so he grabbed Draco's hand without hesitation, his head ducking back, and when their lips parted When, by the flickering candlelight outside, the senior Slytherin could even see the silver thread between their lips——

Scorpius froze for a moment, then watched the silver thread break with a "snap".

He didn't know if he was blushing, but he felt that his cheeks were really hot——

"Don't go too far, Draco." He warned a little breathlessly.

"You don't sound like you think so." Draco leaned closer - and then he made a move that I don't know who taught him - Scorpius guessed that he probably learned it without a teacher, and he stretched out The tip of the tongue sticks out, as if it is really a snake-like animal, and quickly licks the saliva from the corner of the lips of the senior Slytherin in his arms that has not yet swallowed.

Scorpius took a breath, but at this moment, he heard Prince Slytherin's lazy voice sounding beside his ears: "In my memory, I always thought that I would choose someone who was a little more beautiful. who will be my lover."

"Oh, that's a pity—" Scorpius replied in the same lazy tone, but suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking, he paused for three seconds, and then focused his gaze on this moment At this moment, staring at his pretty pale face that was barely dangling around, "Wait a minute, why do these words sound so familiar?"

Draco frowned: "Who told you that?"

Scorpius: "..."

yourself.

And just a few days ago.

Standing in Diagon Alley.

It was also after a passionate kiss with me just now.

Damn it, Mr. Malfoy, there's a saying that's true - if a person is obnoxious, he's still obnoxious when he's supposed to be the cutest when he's a kid.

Facing the silent answer, Draco showed a dissatisfied expression, he no longer tugged on Scorpius' clothes, but the hands on his waist were gradually retracting—again, his strength was really great— —At least for this moment, Scorpius almost felt that his waist was about to be strangled by his two arms, he opened his mouth, let out a rough breath, and said unbearably: "Okay, It was just a line I saw on TV."

"TV?" Draco was still pressing on Scorpius, but fortunately his arms wrapped around the waist of the senior Slytherin did not continue to apply force, "What is that?" He sounded uninterested Asked nonchalantly—as if he was asking purely to keep the conversation going.

"Something Muggles like, entertainment—"

"For me, pastime would be playing Quidditch in the sun, or sitting in my mum's greenhouse loosening the potion seeds that were about to germinate."

"...You are more elegant."

"You're mocking me."

"You can't ignore the sincerity in my words."

Although yes, I am indeed satirizing you with sincerity.

Scorpius gave up on telling Draco how good things are in the Muggle world - after all, even after many years - when Draco can barely manage to talk to Granger with a normal expression. Under such circumstances, he still would not accept the "airplane". He would rather choose to use apparition more than ten or twenty times while traveling, and he would not sit comfortably in the plane and close his eyes and wait for the plane to take it by itself. to get where he wants to go.

Very stubborn.

He is so stubborn that when others accuse him of being "stubborn", he is simply "elegant".

"I'm just used to it, my dad said, being a Malfoy, even when I'm breathing I'm aware that I'm standing here breathing as a Malfoy—always on my toes," said of Draco always seemed less interested when talking about Muggle things. At this moment, he finally showed a closed expression, yawned with his chin rubbing against Scorpius' neck, and his hands were slightly loose. He drove a little, and after feeling the senior Slytherin who was pressed between the wall and his arms move, he raised his head dissatisfied, "What?"

Scorpius was puzzled: "You don't think we are already in the dormitory, do you?"

Draco's face was blank for a second, but he quickly understood what Scorpius meant - in the corridor not far away, he could still vaguely hear the Slytherin prefect introducing the corridor The sound of the armor next to him made His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin clearly aware that they seemed to be in the corridor at the moment.

And across the wall were a dozen first-year Slytherin students.

Draco let go of the senior Slytherin in his arms, yawned again and announced, "I'm sleepy."

Scorpius squinted at him, and naturally knew that the platinum noble in front of him would suddenly feel sleepy because he tried to use the terrible "speaking spirit" on him beyond the scope of his current ability-the final result was that the "speaking spirit" not only had the effect Not so good, and tossing myself to the point of exhaustion... oh, this one can be put on the account and used to laugh at him later, Scorpius thought.

Pulling Draco, they returned to the end of the line without anyone noticing. Except for the female prefect at the front who seemed to be aware of it and glanced at them from the corner of the eye, no one else even noticed them. disappeared—

And the female prefect who seemed to realize something continued to introduce herself, her voice didn't even change in any way.

Scorpius found that he really liked this about Slytherins - they never took the initiative to meddle when the people around them did things that had nothing to do with their own interests.

Following the slowly advancing team, Scorpius absent-mindedly listened to the excitement of the kids around him, but he had to "restrain a little" as his parents told him before coming to school. At this moment, he felt His sleeve was pulled down, and when he turned around, he found a pair of silver-gray pupils silently staring at him.

"how?"

"The matter of the guide," Draco paused, then asked calmly, "What is the final result?"

Scorpius resisted the urge to roll his eyes: "So it's back to where it started, isn't it?"

"What made you misunderstand that I gave up on this question?" Draco frowned, "You want to be stuck with a stranger all day so much?"

Scorpius smiled a little because of the platinum nobleman's words: "You call us 'sticking together' at that time?"

Draco didn't seem shy about it at all, instead he pursed his lips seriously and nodded solemnly - in the process of doing this, he always used his beautiful silver-gray pupils Staring at the dark-haired Slytherin in front of him—

Until Scorpius followed his example and nodded solemnly.

Only then did he show a relaxed expression: "What does nodding mean?"

"I get it," Scorpius said. "I'm not going to be someone else's guide this year."

Draco listened to what he said clearly, and then he said "Yes" in satisfaction: "Very good."

"You look satisfied."

"More satisfying than seeing Potter kicked out tomorrow."

As he spoke, Draco averted his eyes and pretended to be indifferent to a portrait in the corridor, as if he had developed some kind of strong interest in that painting - and Draco Both himself and Scorpius knew that at this moment, what he was staring at was just an ordinary landscape painting, and there was nothing in it.