[HP] Noble

If we had a Time-Turner in our hands, we might be able to go back in time to when Draco had just left the Great Hall about two and a half hours ago.In fact, seriously, Draco himself was startled by the huge movement of the auditorium door being slammed shut. If anyone was around, Draco was standing in the corridor outside the auditorium, which was empty. For a moment - and he felt the need to figure out why he was angry - it was a shame for a Slytherin to dance with a Gryffindor, but it wasn't really worth the fuss.

A few days ago, I was talking nonsense and asked Potter to invite Gretel... Draco paused for a moment, and then took a quick step, "Why didn't the damn Potter listen to me like that before?" He asked Muttering gloomily, he gave the password to the two snakes at the entrance to the Slytherin cellar, which hissed and pushed the wick out of the way for him.

Slytherin is cold and humid all year round. For the health of the children, the fire is kept alive by the house elves for 24 hours from the beginning of autumn until the end of spring and summer solstice.Sitting back by the warm fire, Draco brushed away his soft platinum-blond hair irritably, let out a long breath, and had to face up to a problem of his own: it seems that what Pansy said was right, sometimes his protection of Scorpius Wanted a little too much.

—but to be honest, it wasn't such a bad thing, so long as he was happy.

For Merlin's sake, he was a Malfoy.

Thinking of this, Draco finally felt relieved, adjusted a comfortable sitting position, stretched out his hand lazily to touch the place within his reach, and dragged a book with a red cover in front of him—— Draco can't remember exactly where he found the book, maybe it was a Slytherin locker, or somewhere in the Room of Requirement - Draco guessed that it was a book that some student picked up from the library. The books illegally brought out of the restricted area contained information about souls, and the contents could be called very evil... even more evil than most of the dark magic books in the hidden library of Malfoy Manor that he could access.

But recently he was reading it, and kept it handy, not worrying that someone who was curious would flip through it.Now the book is well placed in its original place, but it just changed from open to closed, and the house elf in charge of cleaning thoughtfully put a special magic mark inside, and Draco just opened it. Where he stopped yesterday.

Cursing his lips in satisfaction, he began to read it intently—after an overly long and complicated soul introduction and warning, now he finally entered the main text, and the person who wrote the book began to describe in detail how to divide the soul into two.

"The soul needs to carry objects," Draco muttered to himself as he slid his pale fingertips across the pages of the ancient book, and suddenly he chuckled, what could be worthy of a noble and pure Malfoy soul?He thought about it, and finally decided that maybe only the relics of the four great founders of Hogwarts could qualify—

Like the sword of Gryffindor.

The soul of the Slytherin family embedded in his own sword may make Gryffindor jump out of his coffin angrily.Sighing and turning over a page, suddenly the sofa beside him sank, obviously someone followed in silently and sat down beside Draco.

The platinum aristocrat didn't bother to raise his head, he just read his book intently, and after a while, he said indifferently and slowly: "I remember that there is a class in the first class in the morning of the second grade, Miss Greengrass."

The people around him didn't answer him.

Draco raised his eyebrows: "I thought you skipped enough classes already?"

Astoria blushed, then turned her head slightly and blinked her eyes. Under the light of the fire, her immature and delicate face looked very cute: "But I skipped class to be with you." She changed her usual indifferent attitude in front of others. With an unusually gentle expression on his face, he said, "I mastered the Separation Curse when I was in the first grade. Even if I miss class, the final exam will not trouble me."

Who cares about you.Draco said silently in his heart, of course he couldn't say it, so he shrugged noncommittally, and was about to turn his eyes back to the book on his lap when a small white hand stretched out and snatched the book away. When Astoria frowned slightly, he stuffed the book under the pillow behind him, and smiled sweetly: "Are you angry that Scorpius and Potter are going to the ball together?"

"None of your business." Draco said indifferently.

"Would you invite Scorpius without me?"

Draco thought for a while, "chi chi" snorted, and said, "I don't know, why didn't you ask me if I would invite Pansy?"

"Okay," Astoria thought for a while, grabbing the Slytherin robe with her little hand, "I want to say, I'll be jealous too."

Draco raised his eyebrows, looked at her with interest, and seemed to be waiting for her to continue.

"Your performance just now made me feel embarrassed. Almost all Slytherins know that there will be a marriage between the Malfoy family and the Greengrass family in the next ten years." Astoria obviously tried to calm himself down, But when she opened her mouth, she realized that she couldn't do it, "You did this in front of everyone-it was just confirming those terrible rumors."

"What rumor?"

Astoria closed her eyes: "You are with Gretel."

Draco paused for a moment, then began to laugh lowly.

"What are you laughing at?" Astoria asked sensitively.

Laugh at you stupid.Draco narrowed his silver-gray pupils slightly, and if you look carefully, you will find that the smile did not reach his eyes, and the second lady of the Greenglass family began to feel uneasy, and unexpectedly, Draco stopped After smiling, he asked slightly mockingly: "What compensation do you need from me?"

"Prove me to everyone." The blonde girl said calmly, brushing her hair.

"I remember I've invited you to the Yule Ball."

Astoria shook her head, she lowered her head, obviously caught in another struggle, after a moment she raised her head, leaned towards the platinum nobleman, put her hands on the neck of the motionless fourth-year Slytherin, and leaned closer After a while, he said softly: "Kiss me." After speaking, he leaned his warm lips forward, and took the initiative to attach the cold lips of the young man who had always been indifferent.

From beginning to end, Draco didn't give much response.

He didn't even bother to remind the woman sitting in his arms that she had only half-stepped into Malfoy's house.And before Draco willingly signed the marriage contract, she could go from being whatever she thought she was to being... nothing.