[HP] Noble

"Draco?"

"..."

"I say, Draco."

"..."

"His Royal Highness Prince?"

"..."

Staring at Prince Slytherin, whose whole body was about to sink into the soft sofa, Scorpius sighed - this time, even he didn't know what was wrong with the platinum noble in front of him... …Since he came back from the Quidditch field, this guy has maintained this angry attitude and ignored no one, whether it was Pansy, Zabini or Daphne, and finally even Goyle and Crabbe. Now, a lot of people took turns to fight, but none of them managed to make His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin, who was staring at the beating fire with his chin propped up at this moment, look at him with straight eyes.

After the third failed attempt to talk to Draco, Pansy rolled his eyes and hid aside with Daphne to research the latest French hand cream with dragon's blood extract; Zabini scratched his head and announced that he Decided to go back to the dormitory and take a warm, hot bath; Goyle and Crabbe went to the kitchen - and everyone who wrote "I don't want to take this muddy water" all over their faces rushed away, leaving only Stein Copi remained where he was alone.

And from the beginning to the end, Draco didn't even change his posture.

In fact, Scorpius just wanted to persuade him to go back to take a hot bath like Blaise - when he came out of the Quidditch pitch just now, his whole body was almost shaking. Originally, Scorpius thought that after returning to the common room He would immediately ask to go back to his dormitory to rest, but who knew that he sat down on his favorite seat near the fire in the corner of the sofa, and after sitting down, he never wanted to get up again.

Although at this time, his platinum blond hair, which was neat before going out this morning, looks like a lunatic because the wet water stands on his head, and the top part has dried up, but the thickest part of the hair root The place was still wet and turned into pinches like hedgehogs.

"Draco, if you think it's a good idea to just hang around here in wet clothes, you should at least turn around and let me dry your hair." Scorpius said in a low voice, "you You can tell by looking in the mirror, now you look like a platinum-blonde hedgehog—oh, I remember that there is a mirror in your bedroom that likes to express opinions, I guarantee that it may see you now. Passed out screaming."

Scorpius finished speaking with self-conscious humor, and then saw with satisfaction that the person who had been facing away from him finally moved—after waiting for about half a minute, Draco finally grimaced Turning around, he complained in an absent-minded voice: "That's just a mirror, so it won't faint."

Seeing that he was finally willing to speak, Scorpius breathed a sigh of relief, and said gently: "You know what I want to say is not the point."

"I'll go up and change in a while, and I'll soak in some hot water." Draco scratched his already messy hair with a face full of irritability, "You go and ask the house elf to bring me a cup of hot milk tea— — oh — damn it.”

Scorpius watched strangely when Draco mentioned "house-elf", his whole face changed, his silver-gray pupils shrank slightly because of anger, and he took off his wet robe Throwing it to the senior Slytherin in front of him, Draco mumbled something like "I must write a letter to my father", turned and hurried to his dormitory.

Holding a ball of wet clothes, Scorpius stared inexplicably at the voice of the platinum noble who left in a hurry, and opened his mouth for a long time but didn't know what he should say.

"I really want to know what happened when Draco and that Potter were in the sky. It's not easy to be so angry with him—of course, Draco's temper has never been so approachable." Pansy lowered her head , looking quickly at her freshly applied hand cream, she said aloud in her shrill, childish voice, "Oh, I mean, if Potter's hand is broken it's Laco did it, and he's pissed at the moment that he's been too hard or too light—"

"I've got his wand, Pansy," Scorpius reminded kindly.

"Well, who knows, that's Draco." Pansy said in that inappropriately proud tone, while beckoning to Daphne, "Come and see, are my hands a little whiter than before?  … …I think it's a little white - if it wasn't there, I'd never use a French brand again!"

"..."

Scorpius really felt that he sighed too much today.

For the next time, he was caught in the thinking plan of trying to pry Draco's mouth open.

However, until the end of the dinner, he couldn't think of any good solution—but after soaking in the hot bath, Prince Slytherin's gloomy mood seemed to finally clear up a bit, although he still had a dark face Seeing someone hurt someone, like a living poisonous snake that can bite—for example, back in the common room after dinner that night, Pansy pestered Draco, stretched out his left and right hands and asked him which hand was whiter At one o'clock, His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin stared at her hand for a long time and squeezed out "right" from between his teeth, Pansy was so angry that he gasped.

Because her hand with the hand cream on is on the left.

Scorpius watched with a headache because he was pretty sure that when Pansy was asking Daphne to apply that hand cream this afternoon, she directed Daphne to apply it to her with a voice audible throughout the common room" The left hand"—even if Draco was resting his chin in a daze, it was impossible for him not to hear.

Looking at Prince Slytherin who sat back beside him and dragged the heavy book on the arm of the sofa by the way and spread it out on his lap, Scorpius stared at him for a while, until the former was seen Feeling hairy all over, raised his head and glanced at him: "Why?"

"You might look in a good mood, huh?" Scorpius tried not to sound sarcastic.

But he felt he might have failed.

Because he saw the corners of Draco's lips twitching, and he muttered something like "so much curiosity", why would he be used by a second-year brat like an adult in Scorpius? When he complained about "the eighth woman" in a tone of voice, he heard Draco quietly asked beside him: "I heard that Potter has entered the medical wing?"

"Well, yes, Professor Lockhart's eyesight and hand almost took out his entire arm bone - Madam Pomfrey was furious, and Potter is probably going to revisit 'from a meatball to a normal human being' in the medical wing tonight 'It’s a great process." Scorpius told Draco the information he had inquired in the afternoon, and after he finished speaking, he realized what was wrong, turned his head and looked at the expressionless Platinum beside him as if he had seen a ghost. Noble, "Are you feverish and burning your head again or something - you're not moping about Potter getting hurt - oh Draco, I told you - I've seen you and Potter have a bit of a relationship -"

"Shut up, Gretel." His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin showed a disgusted expression, "I'm just asking, where did you get so much brain power?"

"..."

Scorpius really wanted to poke the righteous platinum nobleman in front of him and tell him that the bastard had lost his memory and forgot everything about him, but he still remembered that he gave Potter a "scar "Head"—but, ahhh, forget it, this second-year brat can't figure it out, and he doesn't have to pay for the sins he did five or six years later.

As Scorpius thought about it, he took a deep breath to calm himself down: "Then why are you asking this?—Wait, I thought what Pansy said this afternoon was just a joke, don't tell me that wandering The ball is really you..."

"No." Before Scorpius finished speaking, Draco rolled his eyes in a non-noble manner and refused.

Scorpius heaved a sigh of relief, and thought the same thing. In the third year, the Prince Slytherin in front of him was just thinking of the bad idea of ​​pretending to be a dementor in a tattered bed sheet. It makes no sense that the second grade became smarter. ,right?

Seeing that Scorpius didn't speak, Draco showed a little hesitant expression on his face. After a pause, he bit his lower lip and wrinkled his face in annoyance. He lowered his voice. Only he The voice that can only be heard by Scorpius said: "Just something to clarify-you and me to the medical wing tonight."

"I'm with you?"

"Or you can give me your yellow paper that can make you invisible, and I will go by myself."

"...Then, then I will go with you."

After Scorpius finished speaking, he looked at Draco with a satisfied expression, and it took him a long time to realize that he still had the two-way negative option of "I won't go and I won't give you the invisibility spell", but when he shouted in his heart, When he was deceived and wanted to repent, the platinum aristocrat beside him had pretended to stop Blaise, who happened to be passing by, and discussed with him about a certain paper assigned by Professor Snape. .

So, just like that, three hours later, curfew time.

Scorpius and Draco each had a yellow talisman glued to their shoulders, and stood like a fool at the door of the empty, dark medical wing, blowing the cold wind.Scorpius turned his head and glanced at the platinum noble next to him. The latter took a deep breath, muttered "Let's go", and carefully pushed open the door of the medical wing.

The medical wing was eerily quiet. The quilts of several hospital beds were neatly folded and placed in place. Only near the second-to-last hospital bed inside could be clearly seen a small hill-like thing rising from the exposed area. Judging from the messy hair outside the snow-white quilt, it was obvious that Harry Potter was lying on that bed. At this moment, he was breathing evenly, as if he was sleeping soundly.

Scorpius followed Draco and tiptoed to the bedside of the Savior of Gryffindor.

Watching Draco look down at the sleeping Gryffindor expressionlessly, Scorpius drew his wand and cast a shielding spell - after making sure no one around him could hear what he was talking to Draco After the sound, this man said helplessly, "...does it look good?"

Draco shot him a sideways glance over his shoulder, like he was looking at a complete lunatic.

Scorpius curled his lips and said sarcastically: "What are you looking at, I'm just surprised that one day I have to stay up in the middle of the night to waste talismans and run quietly to watch Potter sleep."

"Well."

"what's wrong?"

"You look much better than Potter in your sleep."

"..."

Oh.

Ha ha.

Look, Draco, that's amazing, at least you learned to be a hooligan in second year.

Scorpius stretched out his hand and relentlessly patted the back of that proud platinum-blonde head, Draco let out a soft cry of pain, and turned his head to look like he was about to complain to Scorpius, but at this moment, they heard Gryffindor, who was lying on the bed in a deep sleep, uttered a sleepy whisper, and he moved. Then, the voice of the sleepy talk became louder and his breathing became more and more rapid, and then, nothing As a sign, the Gryffindor savior opened his eyes with a jerk.

In the darkness, those green pupils almost merged with the night.

Scorpius moved his lips. When he saw the fine sweat on Potter's forehead, he guessed that he was awakened by the pain caused by the raw bone water. Completely tensed up, he was wondering what was going on, and then, a scene that surprised him even more appeared——

I only heard a soft "bang" sound in the air suddenly, and under the cover of night, a large piece of Porter's hospital bed was sunken. A man with eyes like tennis balls and a tattered piece hung from his body. A house-elf with a rotten tea towel, a bottle of alcohol and a bag of cotton in both hands appears!

In the darkness, it looked at the Gryffindor savior on the bed with a strange, wary look and sweating profusely. His nose dripped onto the white sheet, and he stretched his neck, sobbing, "Harry Potter!"

Actually cried.

Oh, unexpectedly, apart from Hermione, Potter and the house-elves also have a good relationship.

Scorpius wrinkled his nose, and wanted to ask Draco if it was common for house elves to be so sentimental, but the first time he turned his head, he found that the expression on the face of the platinum noble next to him was not quite right—such an expression, Scorpius Pie remembered seeing it that afternoon, when Draco had just landed from the sky.

Scorpius froze.

Following Draco's gaze - this time, through the moonlight outside the window, he finally managed to see, on the lower right corner of the dirty tea towel hanging crookedly on the house-elf, It seemed to be embroidered with some special pattern... The black-haired Slytherin narrowed his eyes slightly, and under the cover of the invisibility talisman, he bent down and took a closer look. After a few seconds, he finally saw clearly the pattern embroidered on the tea towel——

The left-right symmetrical shield is black and green as the main color block. On both sides of the shield are two black dragons with open bone wings and teeth and claws. On the top of the shield are two green poisonous snakes entangled with each other...

In the center of the shield, an "M" is delicately embroidered with silver thread.

Obviously, Scorpius had seen this pattern hundreds of times and he couldn't have recognized it—it was the crest of the Malfoy family.

In other words, the one who saw Potter hurt and cried bitterly was the house elf of the Malfoy family.

……

This is really a ghost!