[hp] Pure White Age

He said after a long time, 【Are you still going to the underground classroom tonight? 】

[I...don't change the subject! 】

Malfoy gave a small laugh.Grain-like snowflakes scattered into his hair.Just when Ron was about to despair, [I don't know either. 】

【what? 】

[I said, I don't know either. 】The other party repeated slowly,【I left soon, I don't know how long you stayed there and how you got back, is that okay? 】

【You mean, you left me alone in the basement classroom? 】Ron was stunned by Malfoy's harsh tone and behavior, he grabbed the other party's collar angrily, 【Is that so? 】

[No, I didn't...] Anger flashed in the other party's eyes (it looked like he was angry with himself), and he calmed down quickly.The corner of his mouth was tightly suppressed by the master.He grabbed Ron's hand on his coat.Ron felt that the other party's fingers got into his palm, held it, and then slowly pulled it off. There was a strange nostalgia hidden in the friction of the skin.

【Never, never talk to me in a questioning tone, Weasley. 】He resumed his usual posture, put his right hand into his pocket, and the gray in his eyes became thicker.

[Tell me... will you come tonight? 】

【Why should I come?I'm going to spend Christmas with Harry. ...Don't look at me like that, no one cleans the classroom at Christmas! ] Ron was so angry that he almost roared.After saying the last word, he turned to leave.

【bring it on. 】

Time seemed to freeze.The other sounds in the corridor—snow, students frolic, owls—are gone.

Ron turned his head.Malfoy was standing almost against the wall, head bowed.

【……what? 】

[You heard it. 】The man raised his head, 【You come, I will tell you what happened last night. 】

【So you lied to me just now? 】Ron frowned and leaned closer, 【But I'm going to be with Harry today...】

【You come, I will tell you what happened last night. ] Repeat again.The platinum hair took one last look at him and left.

This is the first time, thought Ron.For the first time, the other party did not ask him for anything in a threatening or sarcastic tone.But how could he go?He made an appointment with Harry to visit his parents, and he wanted to enjoy Christmas with his classmates.

Ron thought there must be something wrong with Malfoy.

☆、Chapter 16

On Christmas morning, along with the piles of presents came letters from the estate.Father will use Christmas to hold a secret meeting at the manor, and mother writes to comfort him, hoping that he will stay at school for one more day, and they will come to pick him up early tomorrow morning.

Draco didn't feel much about it.He is indeed often dissatisfied that his father has not planned to let him participate in the meeting, but Harry Potter has become the focus of discussion in the meeting, but today he has another thing on his mind, about the friend of the saint Potter, The red-haired, blue-eyed pauper with milk-coloured limbs.

Draco lay on the bed, rubbing his fingers subconsciously, as if the liquid-like skin texture was still flowing in his body, it was the texture of Ron Weasley.

He touched Pansy Parkinson's skin when he was seven.It was while learning the social dance steps, in the drawing room of the manor house, with my mother standing aside.Pansy grinned at him with her teeth bared, and while her mother wasn't looking, she pulled her hand out of his and wrapped it around his neck.A creamy, fragrant touch floated around him, making him want to sneeze, of course, just thinking about it.

Not Ron Weasley.His milk is so healthy that it has been sun-dried, and the juice of grass is stained on the rim of the glass.The boy's arms are slender and full of strength, as if there is a stretchable meridian in it.

Looking up, there are pale pink cheeks, two small petals, trembling golden eyelashes, and bright red lips open. In his imagination, he slept soundly.If health alone couldn't confuse him, many of Slytherin's students were healthy, it was his lake-like eyes and the innocent joy when he spoke, it was the small teeth that peeked out when he pursed his mouth, and it was his occasional flashes. It’s so cute—forgive him for using this word for the first time to describe a person of the same sex.

Also, he never said he liked red hair.When he came back from flying lessons, the man would shake the grass clippings off his head nonchalantly.Is it true that with red hair, the temperature will be higher than that of blonde hair after exposure to the sun?The other person looks like he was fished out of a hot spring, Merlin.

There are two kinds of maturity in wizards, one is age, and the other is smell, or sex/maturity is more appropriate.Apparently there was a seven-year time lag between his two maturations.There were two schools of thought, honorable for the pure-bloods and shameful for the more or less assimilated Muggles.He certainly thought it honorable, and he learned that his father did as well.

[If he really inherited me completely, don't rush to arrange that kind of education for him, Narcissa. ] After confessing everything to his family, he overheard the conversation between his father and mother.

【His smell—whatever it is, suppress it.Find the best therapist, properly add inhibitors to food, make sure to ensure his health, and take his time... Most importantly, don't let him know that he can easily capture a person with smell.Now is not the time to have fun. 】

Draco closed his eyes.Father said the word "capture".Only now did he understand why his father did not "prepare early" for the boys like other parents in the family.He was never taught how to hold or release the breath, but he could even regulate it: none, light, hot, light, none.It seems that he was born knowing what to do, and he was blessed by nature, just like the golden galleon locked in the vault, like the smile on the face of someone who saw him for the first time.

He tried this on some people.Blaise Zabini, his roommate, could blur his eyes if the other party knew about it; Gore and Crabbe, his piggy henchmen, were almost thrown at him without knowing it. Pour; Pansy, [none], she's looked at him like he's been drunk since he was six, and he doesn't want to go too far.

Ron Weasley. [Light]: When reading a comic book together, the other party smiles happily; [Dissociation between light and strong]: When the other party is stopped by Snape, holding his collar but not daring to go any further, Cover your face and take a big breath; [Strong Prelude]: a wonderful murmur, and intoxication.

He didn't dare to take the last step, even though his body ached patiently, he felt for the first time that this talent would kill him.

The Gryffindor common room was filled with a strong festive atmosphere.All kinds of shiny or furry golden-red decorations surround it into the center of a flower.Ron's two older brothers were peddling new inventions - they'd been tinkering with them all Christmas Eve - without Professor Quirrell's hood, of course.

Ron was eating a small dish of creme brulee, he always had a sweet tooth.Girls at the academy thoughtfully sprinkled sweets all over the common room table - the crystal wrappers changing colors in the light of the fire.Ron grabbed a handful and stuffed it in his robe pocket, um... definitely not because he was greedy, Harry hasn't come back yet, he kept it for him.

[Little Ronnie, we brought you a gift. 】

[Excellent, you will definitely like it. 】

[I don't think so,] Ron carefully swallowed the last bite of pudding, and tentatively said: [Hmm... is there really a gift? 】

【when--】

[Of course——]

The corner of George's mouth grinned, Fred suppressed a smile, and pointed his finger at Ron's shoulder: [Look there——]

Before Ron turned his head, he felt a soft [click click] sound rolling over his ear, and a sharp touch pierced his shoulder.

Eight eyes, eight legs.

【ah! ! ! 】Ron desperately tried to shake off the little guy on his shoulders, and was so anxious that he rolled all over the carpet, tears rolling in his eyes.

The twins looked at each other, snickered one after the other and restrained little Ronnie who was still struggling desperately, Fred clasped his waist, George grabbed his legs: [Don't panic, take a closer look—— —]

[I don't want to watch it, I don't want to watch it again! 】Ron closed his eyes tightly and yelled repeatedly, but heard Fred chanting a spell behind him. The crawling sound of [click click] disappeared, and Ron opened his eyes curiously.

Not a spider.It was a toffee, a nougat, a coconut sorbet, and his coveted, sherbet ball, now resting in his palm.Aha, he'd forgotten that his brothers were top students in Transfiguration.

[Now dare to read it. said George.

[If you're scared, I'll just have to give them to Angelina. ] said Fred.

They were answered with a surprisingly strong hug. [Hey] Ron's nose was pressed against Fred's sweater, which muffled his voice, [Didn't you say that Honeydukes' candies are too expensive? 】

[It is indeed expensive——]

【It’s simply syrup boiled with Gallon—】

[But we are not bad——]

【The income for this semester is more than enough——】

Two identical faces with identical smiles.Ron wiped away his tears embarrassingly, muttering [Thank you].Well, he didn't sympathize with Angelina anymore, it turned out that when the twins were tender, they would smell like baked durian cheese.

That's why he likes Fred and George, they always know what his most wanted Christmas gift is, unlike his mother - of course, it's one thing to know, what and how to give depends on them Feeling.

[Harry,] Ron happily stuffed a taffy and a handful of candies into Harry's hand who had just entered the door, [Merry Christmas! 】

【Merry Chrismas! 】Harry peeled off the candy wrapper with a smile, and stuffed the taffy into his mouth.

[How was the chat with Wood? 】

【good. ] Harry nodded.Wood worked hard for the game against Hufflepuff after Christmas, and even gave up the opportunity to go home for vacation to tutor Harry alone.The scene of him nearly falling off his broom the last time he faced Slytherin probably left Wood with lingering fears.

【Ron, I found out a very interesting thing--】Harry looked around at the students who were immersed in the Gemini's product demonstration, held Ron's hand, 【Follow me--】

Ron followed Harry into the bedroom suspiciously, and the noise in the lounge gradually died down.Harry closed the bedroom door and took something out of his pocket.

【Wow. ] Ron couldn't help sighing.An exquisite and small slender glass bottle, decorated with golden snakes and apples, and a pair of wings like the Snitch. As soon as Harry let go of his hand, it could not wait to fly around the room, but the speed Much slower than the Snitch and within reach.

【what is this? 】

[Inhibitor. 】

【what? 】

[Wood was drinking it when I went to the training lodge today. 】Harry exhaled and explained:【This is used to suppress the scent of sexually mature wizards.Wood said that a week before the Quidditch match, Professor McGonagall asked Professors Snape and Sprout to help brew inhibitors for sexually mature players, in order to prevent accidents on the field. 】

[This is amazing. ] Ron's fingers caressed the smooth body of the bottle.Originally, he didn't seem to have much sense of reality for words like ripeness and smell, but when he saw this bottle (of course he knew the omens of snakes and apples), a faint sense of sacredness enveloped him.

[However, Ron, this is not the point I want to say. 】Ron didn't understand why Harry looked a little nervous, he held the bottle firmly,【What else, Harry? 】

[Wood also said that the bottle had been enchanted by the professors to detect even the faintest odor. 】Harry licked his lips,【When I was in the cabin, it was completely against me for a while. 】

Ron's mind became less bright.What does it mean?It means that Harry...

【I borrowed it to prove it to you. 】Harry suddenly walked to the fire, his cheeks that were already flushed from strenuous exercise quickly dripped a few drops of sweat.

[Quick, Ron, let go of the bottle. 】

As soon as the small glass bottle gleaming with gold left Ron's fingers, it swiftly flew towards Harry's direction and stuck tightly to his face.

[See that, Ron? 】Harry said with some hesitation,【Does this mean... I already have a scent? 】

Ron walked quickly to Harry's side, sniffed lightly, put his arms around his neck again, and buried his head deeply into his friend's neck.

[I didn't smell anything. 】

[Wood also said the same.But he said the bottle smelled it, which means... soon. 】

Yes, soon.Harry is indeed a boy famous for his miracles. His mother was born as a Muggle, but he actually had a smell in the first grade.Ron didn't know why he was depressed.

[Can I try it? 】

[Of course, I borrowed it to let my classmates try it out.Wood said Fred George and they will drink it from tomorrow, I don't need it, my smell is too weak. 】

While speaking, Ron moved himself as close to the fire as possible, and he felt his scalp slightly wet: [Okay, come on. 】

Ron heard the bottle buzzing around him, but it never came down.The fire was so hot, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the heat kissed the ends of his hair.

"Maybe you haven't, Ron," Harry said, "I envy you, I don't want to be different in everything. 】He recalled the scent of roses he smelled this morning, light but sweet, so it is also possible that it is his own smell?

Ron didn't seem to hear him.The fire almost burned the hem of his robe, Harry hurriedly dragged his red-haired friend aside, only to find the terrified look in his eyes.

【What’s wrong with you? 】

No, not possible, thought Ron.The high temperature made his brain unable to control, and in a trance, he seemed to recall some strange pictures.Although he didn't want to admit it, he already roughly guessed what happened in those three hours that Malfoy refused to explain.

【Your smell is very good...】

The next thing Harry saw his friend jump up, he huddled himself against the bedside table, and pushed aside his fuchsia sweater.

He didn't really look at it, but only vaguely glimpsed a few beautiful traces of red or pink on his friend's white and tender collarbone.

☆、Chapter 17

The hands of the clock advance unhurriedly.Ron glanced at the time almost every half hour, and Harry was sure his friend was getting nervous about something, and it must be something as big as a potions test.

[Ron, do you still remember our agreement? 】

[Oh, oh, of course,] Ron forced a smile, [We have to go to the magic mirror to find your parents at night... Do you want to bring something to eat? 】He said, filling his pockets with candy again.

[Ron, you... what happened? 】

Ron turned around, his favorite panna cotta ball in his mouth - he had planned to enjoy it slowly in the evening, but nervousness and confusion about something made him decide to overdraw it early This luck.

[Harry, can I ask you something? 】

【sure. 】

[If a person...um...he bites your neck, what does it mean? 】

Harry froze for a moment, what does this mean?

[Just like that,] Ron was eager to know the answer, he jumped up to Harry, approached Harry's neck as he remembered, and took a light bite.

[Woo...] Harry winced from the itching, his ears turned red, and scratched at his hair, [No, Ron, I don't know.How is this like an animal. 】

【right?You feel the same way, right? 】Ron was glad that Harry thought as he did,【I've met my parents...but they use their mouths, so that's considered a kiss, right?Biting the neck is too strange!People who do this should hate each other, right? 】

Harry nodded ignorantly: [I think, that's right. 】

【That's right, that's it. ] Malfoy is definitely taking the opportunity to retaliate!Ron gritted his teeth bitterly. If he hadn't wanted to spend Christmas with Harry, he would never let him go. He dared to hurt his neck all over!

However, he and Harry had to wait until lights out to go out, and the Potions classroom was cleaned after dinner.Maybe he can...

Ron's mouth curled into a mischievous smile.

【You will come back on time, right? 】

【certainly! 】

Ron adjusted his collar.He said to Harry: [I'll be back soon. 】He shook the small cloth bag in his hand, 【Just pour the quick-acting cat ear powder on the place where he will touch...just a little...】He and Harry both laughed.

As Malfoy's price for torturing his neck.He just emptied his pocket money from his two elder brothers, and he didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.Ron pitifully smoothed out the sugar wrappers of the panna cotta balls and put them in All About Modern Wizards (a bestseller five years ago, but he still couldn't finish it. How did Hermione finish those tomes? of?).Imagine Malfoy walking down the hallway with two cat ears on his head and neck scrunched up, ha, the invention of the twins is not so easy to fail!

Ron was beating the snare drum in his heart.He didn't eat dinner, and ran directly to the vicinity of the underground classroom.

According to the plan, just wait outside for Malfoy to enter the classroom, tie the small cloth bag above the door and leave.When Malfoy got tired of waiting and was about to open the door and go back to the dormitory, he was finished.You don't need to show up, revenge is easily avenged.

Ron hid in the utility room and opened the door a crack.He'd bet Malfoy wouldn't actually be doing the cleaning today, he'd never find him.

I don't know how long I waited, but it was a long time.Ron heard his stomach rumbling softly, he sighed, it was stuffy and hot here, he lifted off his thick magic robe, the old shirt was not tucked into his trousers, and one corner of it turned up as he moved.

Merlin.Ron stroked a faint pink mark on the side of his waist.Why is there also here!He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. Why did he feel thirsty and hot?

【Your...smell...good】

No no no, don't think about it anymore, Ron covered his head and sobbed in pain.It was so hot, hotter than the fire in the bedroom.He knew that he didn't really want to remember, but...why didn't he want to remember...

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[Bang Dang] A loud bang.Ron trembled violently, and looked at the figure standing outside the utility room in bewilderment. Only then did he realize that the aroma of mint wine was not just his imagination.

How did Draco Malfoy find him?

But Malfoy didn't speak.Ron had been dragged viciously into the Potions classroom, and he hadn't set the trap yet... but that probably didn't matter now.His whole body was clinging to Malfoy, his legs were so weak that he couldn't use any strength.

The classroom door slammed shut.Malfoy threw him against the wall, and he heard his ravenous breathing against his neck.

Ron rested his head limply on Malfoy's collarbone.He knew it wasn't right, the more Malfoy he smelled, the more he couldn't think, just dawdled for more.In a trance, he realized that the current situation was not good for him.

Fortunately, the other party did not get any better.Ron heard heavy breathing lingering in his ears [omitted here]

【What are you doing? 】

Draco sucked his head out of the rich rose scent, those lake blue eyes were dazedly waiting for his answer.He didn't speak, or in other words, he didn't know what he was going to say at all.All the movements were just instinct, and there was a vague tenderness fermenting in his heart. He couldn't explain it, he only knew that the guy with golden eyelashes in front of him was the culprit.Moving his gaze down inch by inch, he carefully watched the mark on the little poor ghost's neck.Snow white and pink, like roses buried under the snow outside the window, he touched there lightly with two fingers.

He licks his lips.The line of sight moved down again, down to a dangerous level.The smell is even stronger in dangerous places.

[Let me touch it. ] Does he really know what he is talking about?Maybe not, but he looked up anyway, his gray-blue eyes locked on Weasley's face, and now he waited for an answer, hopefully the one he wanted to hear.

【Where? ...oh no, I mean nowhere! 】Draco worked hard to subdue Weasley, who was on the verge of collapse.He could swear that the red hair didn't think of what he said, otherwise it would be more than just a rejection.He regretted holding back his breath just now because he wanted to ask for permission.After all, why should he care what a Weasley thinks of him?

【no? ] he murmured.He had to admit the red-haired idiot was driving him crazy.He wanted to tell him that if it didn't work, it would work, that he was a Weasley and he was a Malfoy.But he just clings to each other with his lower body, he doesn't like this, it seems to be a poor second best.

His roses were about to be marinated with mint wine.Malfoy's smell was too strong, Ron pinched his palm fiercely: [Yes, no, you... um... don't even think about it. ] He knew that his tone was not intimidating at all. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the other party was Malfoy, he might have been crying and begging the other party to leave.

【It’s okay if you can’t. ] Ron was surprised by the other party's suppressed voice, and he stared at the other party's gray-blue eyes.Malfoy was about the same size and stature as him, but the look in his eyes somehow made him feel frightened.

【kiss Me. 】

【What? ] Ron woke up like a dream, 【What did you say? 】

[It's okay not to touch it.kiss Me. 】Malfoy's gray-blue eyeballs swayed slightly, still with the kind of eyes that frightened him, 【You understand. 】

【Omit】

[Do you know what you are talking about! 】The red hair grabbed his arm and yelled at him, 【Are you crazy?Malfoy? 】

Draco stopped struggling.He knew that the other party was shocked and had no time to punch him in the face again.He thought that the redhead didn't know that he was crying, and the bright tear stains were left in the corners of the opponent's eyes. Of course, they might also be stress tears caused by the fight.

He remembered the word his father had said again.

【Capture】.That's right, captured.He finally perfectly defined his idea of ​​a redhead.He wants to capture him.Let him obediently let him hug, let him touch, let him kiss, don't just smirk at Potter and Mudblood forever, he should also look at him, instead of just being sarcastic and fisting.

How dare a down-and-out pureblood who doesn't have Potter's prestige, and whose ability is no match for a Mudblood, dare to provoke him time and time again, how dare to stand in opposition to him... He will never allow him to be so complacent.

He didn't intend to provoke the other party tonight.Draco thought it was only because the Slytherins didn't have to solve problems the Gryffindor way, and nothing else.

He deliberately softened and adjusted his scent to a light level. The other party's expression was still confused, but his breathing calmed down.He knows exactly what kind of smell the other party likes.

[Do you still remember the purpose of your visit today, Weasley? ] He strikes first.

Weasley didn't look like he wanted to answer his question.After being silent for a while, he said: 【You said you wanted to explain what happened yesterday, but now I don't want to know, bastard Malfoy, you are so disgusting. 】

【You really don't want to know why I treated you like that? 】

【I do not want to know! ] The redhead's urgent tone betrayed him, and he said loudly: 【It doesn't matter if you want to fuck me or what...but kiss!I've never seen two boys, or sworn enemies do that, you're a freak. 】

The word [mortal enemy] made Draco twitch his eyebrows violently.He secretly intensified the attack of the peppermint breath on the person above him, and as expected, he saw the other person lower his head and pant/breathe lightly.He sat up, using Slytherin-style persuasion: [Would you react like this to your sworn enemy, Weasley?Who is the pervert among us? 】

The redhead didn't answer, he buried his head lower, almost touching Draco's chest, and then dodged in panic.When he realized that the other party was being ashamed, Draco felt an inexplicable joy, and he took advantage of the victory to pursue: [You don't have to be afraid, this is just an experiment. 】

Weasley paused for a moment before raising his head.

[As you can see,] Draco shrugged and made a helpless look, 【I'm mature.But none of my classmates have... Always have to suppress the smell, and the body will feel very uncomfortable. 】

The red-haired stared at him blankly: [So? 】

【So... I need someone to help each other with me at certain times. ] Draco felt that he should look sincere enough, 【You know, exhale smells to each other, some physical contact or something... Otherwise, you can only take inhibitors, but that is always harmful to the body. 】

Ron had never heard this argument from anyone before, and he tried to understand, frowning tightly: [So you mean, you want me to help you?at a certain time? 】

[I will help you too. ] He released the scent appropriately, 【Don't you like this?Don't you feel comfortable? 】

Sure, Ron thought.Every time the mint wine bombarded his soul and gradually calmed down, it was the time when he felt the most peaceful, like soaking in a hot spring, with the cool breeze blowing on his cheeks.But of course he wouldn't tell Malfoy about that.

[Or...you don't like my smell? 】Draco asked deliberately embarrassed, he wanted to hear the redhead say something about his smell, 【Then maybe we are not suitable... If the two smells are not in harmony, the effect will not be too ideal, so the book says of.I already experimented yesterday and your smell is not bad to me.Of course, if you don't want to, I can find someone else. 】

【May I ask... why are you looking for me? 】

【Oh, there are many reasons. 】Draco raised his eyebrows, his brain was running fast.

reason.

Because of the blue eyes of the lake. [Because we are so far the only annuals that produce smell. 】

Because of the red hair like the sun. [Because the same grades have similar schedules, dating is more convenient.We also have Potions class on Thursday together. 】

Because of the way the golden eyelashes tremble. [Because you are a Gryffindor, and you are a servant that Potter hates.Don't you think it's stealthy?You don't want to develop this kind of relationship with someone you spend your time with, do you? 】

Because of the smile and the milk-colored limbs, and the nice smell of roses. 【You said that it's abnormal for two boys to get together, but it's inevitable.Girls are at risk of pregnancy. ...and we just get what we need, understand? 】

Seeing the red-haired boy's expression loosen, he tentatively put his hand back on his waist, this time he didn't hide.Draco slid his fingers under the boy's shirt hem triumphantly, he still didn't answer, and he could wait, and be patient.

☆、Chapter 18

Draco Malfoy, the obnoxious Slytherin of his class, was still waiting for his answer.

Ron remembered the magic vial of inhibitors that Harry had shown him today.Harry would be smelling soon too, maybe he wouldn't have to mix himself with Malfoy, but...

Like Malfoy said, can he really develop this kind of relationship with his best friend?However, Merlin!If Mom and Dad knew, would he and Draco Malfoy... break his leg?

It is better to refuse.Ron reassured himself that maybe he was just too inexperienced to get carried away by Malfoy's little trick.Malfoy did inspire his smell, but other people's smell wasn't necessarily worse than Malfoy's.

He just wanted to refuse, but the exit became a groan.

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【Do it like I did just now. 】Malfoy's voice floated in the air.He even stretched out two hands to wrap him in his arms, and the upper body of the two leaned tightly, like some kind of coaxing.

The underground classroom seemed to be sinking into the bottom of the water quietly.

[In order to protect the purity of the website, [-] words are omitted here]

[Fuck you, Malfoy. ] Ron's tone was no longer as aggressive as before.He slowly left the opponent's body: [I should go. 】

【up to you. 】The other party put on the belt unhurriedly, 【Will you come again? 】

Ron walked away, but was firmly hooked by the opponent. He didn't know that the opponent's feet were so dexterous. Maybe he should play the football Harry mentioned instead of riding a broom.

Ron turned around.It was the first time he'd seen Malfoy like this, slouching on the classroom floor, hands propped at his sides, shirt wrinkled.His robe had been thrown aside long ago, and it was not known who took it off by one of them.

[Answer me, Weasley. 】

【I have no idea. ] Ron sighed, and met those eyes, 【Can't I think about it again? 】

【... Well.】The platinum hair still hasn't looked back, but his tone is softening.Just as Ron breathed a sigh of relief, there was a short scream outside the door.

It's Peeves!Ron was stunned, oops, he promised to go find the magic mirror with Harry!He had completely forgotten about it, it was too late now!

【What's that sound? ] Malfoy asked warily.

Most likely Harry.Without thinking about it, Ron grabbed Malfoy, who was looking outside the door.

[…What are you doing, Weasley? 】

[Aha... Merry Christmas! ] Ron heard something faintly, maybe Harry bumped into something, he rummaged in his pockets hurriedly, he remembered he brought candy, good...

【this is for you! ...Ah!] Ron hurriedly stuffed the candy into Malfoy's arms, and couldn't help but sneezed.

[... Merry Christmas, stupid itachi. 】The other party tugged at the corner of his mouth, took the candy, 【I hope you have thought it through tomorrow. 】

Ron nodded indiscriminately, but he didn't catch the other person's words at all.He scratched his hair, why did his head feel itchy... Then, he saw surprise flashing in the platinum-haired eyes on the opposite side.

Not good!Ron lowered his head, and the little cloth bag that had been scattered was lying on the ground pitifully, and his hands were covered with white powder.Wait, he seemed to have stuffed the other party with candy just now...

Ron raised his head little by little.Sure enough, two small black/cat ears grew out of the other party's beautiful platinum hair.Malfoy stretched out his hand and touched it, his expression turned extremely ugly.

[Ron, Weasley, you idiot! 】The cat ears stood up sharply as his volume increased.

Ron ran away amidst the reprimand.Yes, a fool indeed, thought Ron.He regretted not pulling this out sooner so he wouldn't have done a bunch of stupid things out of his mind and confessed his first time at the hands of a Malfoy.

Ron lay listlessly on the dining table, in the worst mood. 【Do not laugh! ] Apparently his threat was of no use to the twins.

【Feel sorry--】

【We are really not—】

【on purpose--】

【Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--】

Ron made an angry gesture to pour strawberry jam on the twins' hair, but when he caught Harry's gaze, he withdrew his hand and sat down, a pair of white/cat ears curled pitifully on top of his fiery red hair.

Since he returned to the dormitory yesterday, Harry hadn't spoken a word to him. He must be angry that he missed the appointment.Hermione sat on the sidelines, looking anxious as if she didn't understand the situation at all, her eyes glanced back and forth between Ron and Harry.Harry still ate his breakfast with a cool expression, not saying a word in the joyful atmosphere created by the twins.

[Harry...] Ron whispered his friend's name, [I really had an accident yesterday...]

[Obviously, I can see it. ] Harry glanced at the table with the green flag.In the middle of the table, between the two trolls, was Draco Malfoy, whom he hated the most, with a pair of black cat ears raised ostentatiously.If it weren't for Ron, he could laugh about it all day, Merlin, even Harry didn't know why he was so angry, maybe it was because he felt that Ron didn't care about him as a friend, and... he and Malfoy Spend too much time together.

Ron bowed his head angrily, refuting some words like "at least the goal is achieved, although he was also accidentally injured".Harry took a deep breath and turned his head: [Today's Quidditch training, you will come