Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor - Quirrell

Time still passed like that, and the Christmas party at Malfoy Manor was just as luxurious and lively, or even more lively.Lucius?Malfoy hovered among the guests with a smile, while Quirrell just sat in the corner with a glass of wine from beginning to end—unobtrusive, but the most noticeable.

Compared with his two difficult fathers, Drake was obviously regarded as a breakthrough by others, and the platinum prince was tired of dealing with men, women, young and old who came up to talk to him for various purposes.Just when Draco felt that his facial muscles were about to convulse and go into shock due to overuse, a childish voice sounded behind him.

"Brother, father is calling you." Draco turned his head, Mikael blinked his big eyes, pulled the hem of his robe with one hand, pointed in the direction of Quirrell with the other, and gave a cute smile by the way.

The men and women holding Drake looked in the direction of Mikael's finger, and Quirrell, who was holding champagne, nodded and smiled at them politely.Everyone immediately looked proud, raised their chests and bowed far away.Draco knew he was finally saved, but of course his expression didn't change, it was still the classic Malfoy expression.

When I walked to Quirrell, before Drake sat down, Quirrell stood up: "Come with me." He waved his hand.Drake was a little strange, but he and Quirrell walked towards the courtyard.

Compared to the bustling and bustling interior of the manor, the courtyard outside the castle was silent only for the sound of wind and insects. The strong contrast made Draco, who had just escaped from the siege of noisy people, extremely tired.He is still too young and immature to be as easy as his father...

"You're just not thick-skinned enough to refuse." Quirrell saw Drake's disappointment, and he smiled and put his hands on the boy's shoulders, "You don't need to cover everything, some people can just ignore it. Others People don’t need to answer, just nod and shake their heads, and you can choose the ones you like or useful to talk about.”

"Well, I'll try it next time." Draco nodded obediently, but Quirrell frowned: "Draco, I still remember the first time I saw you, it was a confident and arrogant boy, But now I can't see self-confidence from you, only inferiority complex."

"No, I don't, I'm proud of being a Malfoy!" Draco was startled, and quickly denied it.

"Just because you're proud of Malfoy doesn't mean you're also proud of yourself. What knocked your confidence? The current Potions Master?"

"I……"

"In the past four months, did you choose to give up on that person or continue?"

"Professor Quirrell?!" Draco looked at Quirrell in surprise. He thought he had been hiding it well, but it was obviously not the case. "This is my last waywardness, please give me two years, let me stay some memories."

"Painful memories?" Quirrell raised his eyebrows and asked neatly.

Draco trembled, because the pain in his heart that suddenly tightened was extremely painful: "Even if it is painful, it is better than nothing."

"But how can I make you look back and only remember a bitter and painful first love, my child?" Quirrell hugged Drake, and Dumbledore liked to say my child when he saw people, but Quirrell would only To call yourself a real kid, "You know, you're not out of luck."

"?" Draco was puzzled. It's not surprising that Quirrell knew that he and Walter were dating, after all, they were both in school, but how could he know what Walter was thinking?

Drake's doubts obviously pleased Quirrell, and he smiled triumphantly: "Have you ever done it with him? Then you know, who climbed into his bed before you? There are only two, one is only a legend Among them, his childhood sweetheart, and the other is the vampire who once kidnapped you. He and..." Quirrell wanted to say Voldemort, but held back, and decided that he should continue to bear the blame, "He and the past I'm not the same, he doesn't like to have further relationships with strangers casually, for this reason even his enemies spread rumors that he is impotent, until the blood prince walked into his bedroom. "

Drake stood there, because of Quirrell's words, his head was overwhelmed, a smile appeared on his face for a while, and he was full of doubts for a while, and finally he just shouted: "Professor Quirrell?!" He didn't know what to do up.

"Draco, actually I don't want you to get entangled with him. After all, that person has experienced too much, not only more than you, but even more than me. Even if you are different in his eyes, but It doesn't mean that he still has enthusiasm to burn. After all, his heart may have stopped beating a long time ago. But I don't want you to suffer in the future because of my concealment. Two years, you give yourself Yes, your father and I are willing to indulge you. But don't let yourself hurt too much. "

"Thank you, Qi... Father."

"!" Quirrell exclaimed, his eyes were shining with excitement, he hugged Draco and kissed his forehead, finally, this outstanding son recognized him, "This is the best you gave me Christmas present, Draco! To distinguish myself from your father, you can call me Papa."

"Well, Dad."

"Hahaha~" Quirrell couldn't help laughing out loud, and then he patted Drake on the shoulder, "When you are sad or you can't support yourself, remember to look back, your father and I will always stand behind you , and you are always welcome back in our arms."

"Thanks, Dad, I'll remember."

This Christmas, Draco was so happy that he wanted to cry...

Back to Hogwarts, classes resumed, and the ambiguous relationship with Walter resumed.Although Quirrell told Drake those secrets, Drake was not reckless and self-righteous. After all, some secrets would not work well. He was just trying to find opportunities for change.

"Walter, why have I never seen you grading homework, or sorting out the potions for tomorrow?" Perhaps the body has adapted. After each love, although Draco still feels tired, it will not end immediately Just fell asleep directly, and would always wake up for a while.And this period of time is often the time for Volta to clean his body.It has to be said that compared to making love, Drake prefers the physical contact between the two after cleaning.Draco's spirit was exceptionally good today, and he thought it might be able to spark a topic.

"It's just that you didn't see it." Walter just stirred the hand cleaning the inside of his body, Draco trembled, and immediately swallowed the words he hadn't said yet, and then Walter jumped up again with a smile, "It seems You're in good spirits today, so we can have another round."

In the flying class on the second day, the Slytherin prefect who had excellent grades almost fell off the broom. Fortunately, the brooms of Hogwarts are no longer the junk they used to be in the first grade, but specially customized high-security brooms. 1 teaching broom, otherwise Drake will definitely report to the medical wing.

The failure of this test also made Walter aware of Delal's intentions. In subsequent dates, he never gave Drake a chance to "shiver", and always drained his last drop of energy.But this made Drake a little happy. Walter was obviously avoiding, avoiding Drake, and also avoiding himself-if he really didn't mean anything to Drake, why didn't he let Drake talk?

The flame of hope in Draco's heart burned higher and higher, and even for a while he frequently appeared in the potion classroom.Just to catch Walter's possible loopholes and get him to confess his feelings.But what is depressing is that the blood race is extremely energetic, and he is now more familiar with his own body than Drake. Every time, he can silence his speech in a short period of time, and when Drake wakes up, Walter has already fled up.It's not like Draco hadn't thought about pulling back the curtains, finding Walter's bedroom door, and knocking that coward out, but... he couldn't give the guy an excuse to break off the relationship.

In desperation, Drake thought of Quirrell.Since they are all Dark Lords, maybe he can get help or inspiration from Quirrell.

"Dad, how did you get together with your father? Did your father pursue you?"

"No, I am pursuing your father."

Draco's eyes darkened, he was a little envious of his father, but at the same time he was also a little disappointed, because it seemed that he couldn't find anything to learn from Quirrell, but his curiosity as a child still made him ask: " Are you two doing well?"

"No, it's not going well."

"how come?"

"It does—I thought he had to submit because of my status, and he thought I wanted the Malfoy property. For a while, we both tortured ourselves."

"Uh..." Draco thought about it, and there was indeed such a possibility, "Then how did you end up together?"

"After a long time, we will naturally understand each other, and we will be together naturally." Quirrell smiled, and he lied on this issue.What solved the misunderstanding between him and Lucius was a child—the crystallization that only true love can produce without the use of fertility potions.Even if Drake is sensible, Quirrell doesn't want his eldest son to get a child on the spur of the moment.

Draco nodded, thanked Quirrell and left.

But in fact, Quirrell's deception didn't work.When Drake asked the last question, he had already thought of the answer.And, Draco thought, maybe he could try...