[hp] Pure White Age

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【Oh, of course! 】Harry soon saw the light come back to his friend's eyes.

Harry nodded slowly, and began to describe what had happened at the Mirror of Erised last night.

If the Mirror of Erised could really make a man see what he most wanted to see, what would he see?Ron didn't know why, but he actually resisted this question. He had other things in his heart, and he was anxious, as if he was waiting for a ripe red apple, and he didn't know when it would fall.

It won't be long before the match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff is coming.This afternoon, even Hermione temporarily put aside her final exam review and went to watch Harry train with Ron.

Ron had to admit that Harry was a much better flyer than he was, he was always so different, so gifted, so different.Likewise, Ron knew he was ordinary, and had gotten used to it in his not-so-short childhood.He thought that the way to resist negative emotions was to make his friendship with Harry the most precious thing, and then everything that could prove the excellence of his friend would only make him happy from the bottom of his heart.

Wood announced during practice that Professor Snape would be the referee for the next match, causing George to fall off his broom and eat a mouthful of mud.Their loud complaints were stopped by Wood, and they went into intense practice again.The sky above the training field was red and blue, and Ron shook his legs comfortably, listening to the sound of Hermione turning the pages of the book beside him.

[Hey, it's still early until the end of the term.There's no need to work so hard, anyway, you must be No.1. 】

[It's getting late,] Hermione rolled his eyes at him, and continued her exploration, [No one will be No.1 forever, if she doesn't work hard enough.Besides, I'm not reviewing. 】

She stretched out her hand, touched the cat ears on Ron's head curiously, and smiled slightly.

[Why, is it interesting? 】

[It's quite interesting.However, it is not a good experience to bear this for a week. 】Hermione shifted her gaze to the page, 【I'm looking for a prescription for the recovery potion, you know, Gemini added honeysuckle to the powder, it's not easy to handle...】

Ron felt a surge of warmth in his heart. [Actually, I'm fine. 】

【Are you questioning me?This one couldn't be more difficult than Polyjuice Potion. 】

Ron stopped talking.He rested his chin to see Hermione reading carefully for a while, and watched Harry galloping through the air on the broom for a while.I feel a little happy, a little sad.

My friends are wonderful, they don't seem to need much of my help, I need them all the time, he thought.But, who really needs me?

A figure appeared in his mind.Ron shook his head violently, as if the grayish blue in his impression would disappear by itself.

☆、Chapter 19

The countdown to the match against Hufflepuff.Hermione didn't go to see Harry practice every time. In her words, the content of the werewolf code of conduct and elf rebellion was more difficult to memorize than she thought, and Ron was never absent.

To be honest, it's not that he has nothing to do, he may have missed more homework than he has mastered, but every time Hermione urged him to go to the library to study, he always refused by going to see Harry for training.The truth was, he didn't want to meet Malfoy in the library, he knew that before the exam, Malfoy would go to the library with Zabini to study.This resulted in Hermione not speaking to him much for a week.

Being around Harry and his brothers made him feel better, and he even stayed up most of the night, following Harry to the Mirror of Erised twice.Ron had a leaf of grass in his mouth, and "Thousands of Herbs and Mats" spread out on his knees. The formula he had just memorized was hidden somewhere in his brain.

[Ron, it's over. ] Harry's shadow came over, and Ron was patted on the shoulder, 【I'm going to change clothes, wait for me. 】He glanced at the book in Ron's hand in distress, 【Let's go to the library together at night, if this continues, I will really fail. 】

Ron tucked the book casually under his arm and nodded.Drenched brothers also clamored past him, and Ron dodged their sweat attack with a smile.

The training ground, which was extremely lively 1 minute ago, was empty in an instant.Ron stood blankly for a while before turning around and leaving, ready to wait for him near Harry's changing room.

[A single Weasley. 】

Ron stopped abruptly, thinking he was hallucinating.He followed the prestige to look behind the pillars of the school, a foot wearing black leather shoes emerged from the shadows, followed by his familiar platinum blonde hair, the other party did not know how to do it, the pair of cat ears had disappeared.

His first reaction was to run, but the opponent grabbed his wrist quickly and pulled him behind the pillar.

[Why, didn't you stay with Potter?Alone Weasley, that's not common, I thought you shared two legs with Potter. ] There is an obvious sneer in those gray-blue eyes, behind which may be anger.

Ron tried to pull him away, but was pulled closer.The other party's silver-green tie rubbed against his chest, Ron dodged his sight, and said angrily: [This is none of your business, Malfoy... let me go. 】

[This is really none of my business. ] Malfoy sneered, 【You haven't come these days.What, it's fun playing with me? 】

[I didn't promise you would go! ] Ron couldn't help retorting loudly, but quickly lowered his head, [Damn it!Can't you control your smell? 】

A cold snort came from above the head: [Who have you seen who can "control" this? 】

It wasn't a lie, and Ron couldn't help himself. [But at least you can make yourself less excited. 】He snorted, his body responded enthusiastically to the friendly smell, and he unnaturally pulled the hem of his robe.

[Please understand, this is all because of you, skunk. 】

Ron couldn't argue with that.He wanted to tell him that he also had a bad life these days, but he didn't speak.

The winter sun shone on the lips of the two of them.The earnestness in the sentence rips apart some kind of calculated malice.The sarcasm on Malfoy's face slowly faded to a kind of gentle confusion.He pursed his lips and brought his face closer to him, and Ron's breath came short.

The fresh scent of mint kissed his skin, and even his breath was sweetened.It took a few seconds for Ron to realize that Malfoy's fingers were rubbing against his lips, seemingly wiping away grass clippings or something.

【It's bad. 】The other party smacked his lips, almost speaking out of breath.They were close enough that Ron could clearly distinguish himself in those gray-blue eyes—a boy with red hair and blue eyes.

He blinked, wondering what the situation was like, and when he grabbed Malfoy's sleeve.The warm breath invaded his cheeks, and the subcutaneous blood vessels itched slightly.

The sound of chaotic footsteps echoed in the corridor.Ron woke up like a dream, and "swish" pushed Malfoy away from him.

It's Harry.His buddies were looking left and right looking for him.Ron pointed to Malfoy at the stairs leading to the building, motioning him to go quickly.

Malfoy's expression became very ugly in an instant.As Harry got closer, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, showing that mischievous smirk, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at him leisurely.

Ron was dying of anxiety. He actually knew that Harry was unhappy with him because of Malfoy.But Malfoy didn't leave, and he didn't dare to go out rashly-he didn't want Harry to feel that he was getting involved with Malfoy again.

He had no choice but to hold on to the pillar, carefully hide in the shadows, and watch Harry walk over.He heard Harry ask the Twins if they had seen him, and the Twins laughed and said he must have been desperate for dinner and went upstairs before Harry could wait.

Ron felt grievances in his heart, and his white cat ears drooped.

[This thing suits you very well, Weasley. 】Malfoy weighed a small glass bottle and looked at the ears on his head, 【It's not bad that you have been like this. ] Even so, he handed the antidote to Ron.

Ron didn't like his half-smile, as though he had won a battle with Harry.

A terrifying thought suddenly popped into Ron's mind.But a week ago, his concept of Malfoy was [hate everything about him], but now he is actually complaining about the part of the other party that makes him [dislike].

Everything had to be stopped, and his timidity reminded him not to do more than he could understand.

He hastily threw the antidote into the opponent's arms.The light blue liquid medicine trembled in the bottle, almost spilling onto the opponent's fingers.

【how? 】The other party frowned and took out the handkerchief in his pocket, but he didn't make the next move. He was waiting for his response.

【I do not need this. ] Ron was a little incoherent, his eye sockets were hot, and he lowered his head not daring to meet the man's eyes: 【Hermione will help me mediate the medicine.besides--】

He took a deep breath.

[You don't have to wait any longer, I won't go. 】

【Malfoy, this is ridiculous, I hate you, remember? 】

Once again he could be said to have run away.At this moment he was relieved, although a strange sourness lingered in his heart.In a trance, he knew that it was over, the absurdity about the underground classroom, mint, and Christmas Eve was over, and it ended in the other party's suddenly frozen eyes.

A few days later, the white cat ears finally disappeared with the joint efforts of the twins and Hermione.That night, Ron followed Harry into the library.You can't hide from a Slytherin for the rest of your life. He cheers himself up. After all, it's just a contract that hasn't been negotiated. Maybe he thinks too much.The other party hasn't looked for him in the past three days. As he said, he may have found a good [partner].

Hermione pushed open the door, and in the row of seats occupied by Slytherin all year round, Ron saw the dazzling platinum-blonde hair at a glance.Those gray-blue eyes were a magic wand away from the book, holding a quill pen and writing intently, unlike him, who always lay down on the book after a while.

Ron hadn't intended for Malfoy to find out he was coming, but when you're Harry Potter's friend, it's hard not to be noticed.Parkinson, who was sitting on Malfoy's left, was the first to spot them. She moved infinitely closer to Malfoy's body and straightened up, with a contemptuous smile on her face.Ron knew that she was targeting Hermione, but his heart was still a little stuffy, and he couldn't help wondering what Parkinson's smell would be like.

Parkinson narrowly lost to Hermione in the Potions quiz last week, ranking third.Malfoy is No.1, but his history of magic scores are far behind by Hermione.Ron knew that as a Slytherin who valued honor, being defeated by Muggles was an obvious shame.

Harry didn't notice the eerie atmosphere flowing in the opposite seat, and sat down on his own.Ron opened his mouth, and wanted to suggest to his friend to change to a deeper seat, but compromised after Hermione sat down safely, and sat obediently opposite Harry.

Diagonally in front of an aisle is Malfoy's seat.Ron shook his head, opened the book, and dipped the quill.The other party will not provoke them on such an occasion, because it is against public morality.Ron always thought it was bullshit, and that a man who wanted to be educated but also took pleasure in mocking others would only look ridiculous.The truth was that, after a short and horrifying encounter, he still couldn't understand Malfoy at all.

The cool breeze came through the panes vaguely.The white snow that had turned Hogwarts into a giant, coy cake a few days earlier was now a mess, full of snowmen, and traces of snowball fights and snow angels.

The snow was melting slowly in the darkness they could not see.Ron was trying to memorize a cure for scabies, and scabies... hell, why did every memory have to be about Malfoy?He glanced quietly, and Parkinson was talking to Zabini over Malfoy, and her eyes fell on the former's shoulder from time to time.Malfoy shook the quill calmly, unmoved at all, but Ron just knew that his mind was also not on his homework.

Suddenly, like some kind of induction, the other party looked at him.Ron couldn't dodge in time, his eyes met, and his pen and ink flicked a black tail on the textbook.

The corner of the opponent's mouth slowly hooked up.Beside him, Parkinson and Zabini were still talking in low tones.What Ron heard was the sound of Hermione turning the pages of the book.No one has noticed that there is a certain atmosphere fermenting at both ends of this diagonal line.

Ron was sure he smelled a faint scent of peppermint, and he must say that the other party lacked the self-control that an old wizarding family should have in this regard.

Ron gripped the inhibitor in his bag tightly. He had applied for it from Madam Pomfrey. The dose was very small. After all, he was not a Quidditch player.In view of the suddenness of his situation, this was used with special approval.

Malfoy noticed his movements too.After staring at each other for a few seconds, he put down his pen, turned his head to the outside of the door, and showed a provocative smile.

It is difficult for wizards to resist temptation and control their own smell in the early stages of sexual/maturity (adaptation period), especially for pure blood, so they need to be educated in advance, and Ron didn't have time.Not even the scent detected by the magic bottle, but prematurely evoked by Malfoy, Madam Pomfrey said, would have an effect on his body.

Ron felt a little wronged, maybe angry and something else.The other party shouldn't tempt him so brazenly while knowing this.

Immature people are not sensitive to smells.Hermione was still sitting comfortably in her seat, and a few beads of sweat secreted from Harry's forehead.

[Ron, do you feel that the air pressure here is a bit low?I mean... very oppressive, maybe the fire is too hot? ] Harry leaned closer to him and said that at this moment, the smell of mint wine was stronger again.

Ron gave Malfoy a warning look, which was met with a silent sneer.The other party opened the seat first and walked out the door.

The other party hasn't matured for long, and it probably doesn't feel right now. Although Ron doesn't want to admit it, if Malfoy wants to find that kind of "partner" in Hogwarts, he won't be in vain until now.

With all kinds of signs in front of him, he began to understand.It seemed that the other party was not looking for a new partner, nor did he pick him at random.Now he walks out and gives him another choice, as if the previous refusal never happened.

He does have a choice of inhibitors.But... Ron stood up on the verge of staying awake, and Harry's and Hermione's eyes fell on him.

【I... want to go to the bathroom. 】

He stumbled out of the library, and was pulled into a dark corner in the next second.

☆、Chapater20

This is the magic second.A second before, Malfoy was someone who was no longer expected to have any relationship other than to provoke each other, and a second later, he was the pale but warm body in the dungeon.

And in this second, there was a quick isolation spell, breath smelling of mint, the hand clutching his wrist, the moist heat from the neckline, all the details that he couldn't say but could feel texture.

Something stuck on his chest, it should be the other party's tie knot - since his own has not been fastened, it is scattered on both sides.The other party had already ridiculed this in the underground classroom, but he always forgot.

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The opponent finally finished everything and leaned back, causing Ron to fall from between the wall and himself.When Ron untied his tangled left leg from the opponent's crotch, and actually landed on both feet, he couldn't help shivering, tried to support his body, took a big breath, and poured the cool air into his chest cavity.The other party also straightened up and raised his head.Malfoy seemed to have grown taller, to match his height.

Ron realized he was dreading what was next.Will the other party laugh at him?After sternly refusing, he was seduced by desire and couldn't find his way?

[200 words omitted here]

The other party's body froze, and he took two quick breaths, as if angry after leaving in confusion, and then quickly relaxed.

[Weasley. ] His voice was cold.But instead of the long, mocking drawl that Ron was familiar with, it was the normal three syllables, with a tight 'ly' at the end and a breath that trailed off like a sigh.Ron didn't understand why he was calling his last name all of a sudden.

Malfoy tore him from his arms and took his wand from his trousers pocket.He almost suppressed his anger and looked at the dire situation of the two of them: messy hair, wet and wrinkled clothes - it seemed that he was not the mastermind behind all this.Finally he put his head down and said the cleansing and tidying spells, which Ron had only heard in his mother's kitchen, and which were being used on him now.

The isolation spell was broken.The circulation of the winter air caused the temperature between the walls to drop sharply, Malfoy's hairstyle was perfect, and Ron's clothes were even neater than when he came, as if everything just now had never existed.

But the body remembers.Ron touched his hot earlobe unnaturally.

[You can go in first. 】The other party was only silent for a while, with a provocative arc on the corner of his mouth, just like his expression when he lured him to come here, 【If you can go. 】

After the numbness, the calf looked weak, and Ron pursed his lips: 【Okay. ] But he didn't move.

[The day after tomorrow, I will go to the basement classroom. 】

[The day after tomorrow... no. ] Ron responded with difficulty, 【The last day of Quidditch training. 】

[What, you want to play? 】The other party snorted coldly, and then came to his senses, 【Ah, I almost forgot, you have to wipe Potter's sweat. 】

[Malfoy. 】

[Did I say something wrong? ] The other party's speech speed was obviously accelerated, 【What else do you do every day besides following Potter?Ah, and playing chess with mudbloods, huh? 】

[Malfoy! 】Ron grabbed the other party's collar, even though he was too tired to get angry,【Don't say those three words...isn't that okay? 】

A ray of moonlight shone into a dark corner. At this moment, Ron was sure that something was broken in the other's eyes.Malfoy stared at him: [No. 】He raised his head, his tensed jaw showed determination, and countered: 【It's not like you don't understand. 】

Ron understood the meaning of the other party in an instant.Harry and Hermione didn't understand it the first time the other said it, he had explained it to them, and he knew from the start who it was referring to.No matter how much he disliked Malfoy's behavior, and how much Malfoy mocked his poverty, they were still the same kind.Ron couldn't help asking himself, with the same body, if he was a Muggle, would the other party still ask for what he just did?

The answer is obvious.

The calf regained consciousness, he lowered his head, pushed away the opponent's shoulder and left.

[I don't understand what you are dissatisfied with. ] The other party's voice came from behind, 【You know this is the last chance, right?I've had a few more choices in my house lately, and there are far more purebloods in Slytherins than Gryffindors. 】

Ron remained silent.Finally, he turned his head.

[At least until the end of the adaptation period...will you come with me? ] He knew he was blushing, 【After the game with Hufflepuff is over, I will go. 】

Malfoy's back was away from the wall.Ron lowered his head, missing the rise and fall of the opponent's chest.

【what ever. 】He said.

At the end of the day, Malfoy did not return to the library. It was Parkinson who carefully packed the books for him and brought them back to the lounge.She has a sweet look on her face as she does this.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, but felt bored at the same time.Although he didn't read a word for the next hour, at least Harry's eyes were less suspicious when he left.

[Ron, do you use rose-scented shower gel in the shower?taste good. ] On the way back to the dormitory, Harry joked.

Ron nodded wildly.He changed the subject: [Shall we go to the Mirror of Erised tonight? 】

【No, not going. ] Harry's words surprised Ron, 【I don't want to go anymore.I met Dumbledore last night in front of the magic mirror, and maybe he was right, indulging in fantasies is the last thing to do.The most important thing right now is to play well. 】

Harry's green eyes watched him quietly.Ron smiled uneasily and pushed his shoulder: [What's the matter? 】

Harry opened his mouth, but just shook his head.It wasn't until the two of them reached the entrance of the tower that he hesitated to speak: [Ron...we are best friends, right? 】

[Of course, what are you thinking! 】Ron laughed in surprise, 【Otherwise who else would it be? 】

[Sorry, I'm being sensitive. 】Harry also smiled, 【You know, I don't have much experience in making friends, so I don't want to mess it up.If, I mean if... you have any troubles, you can tell me, just like I tell you all. 】

Ron inexplicably felt that Harry was implying something, and at this moment he heard his own violent heartbeat.No, but that's impossible, he told himself, and if Harry had known about it, he would never have talked to him so calmly as he did now.

【Okay, of course. ] Ron nodded solemnly.He himself didn't know when he learned to lie.But he was sure that there were some things that Harry would be better off not knowing.

……

On the eve of the match against Hufflepuff, Harry and the Twins were called by Wood to make the final tactical determination (Fred and George were worried that Wood would die suddenly from overwork, so they brewed a large pot of Muggle potion for him).Hermione forced Ron to review in the lounge, but decided to play a game of Wizard Chess at Ron's suggestion. Both Harry and Ron thought it would be good for Hermione to lose once in a while, and Harry also thought it would be good for her to win once in a while. Ron is good too.

But there was a problem when setting up the formation.

[Where is my king? 】The white queen was crying on the chessboard, 【Where did you get him? 】

[I, I don't know what's going on. 】Ron scratched his red hair in distress, 【Didn't I put him with you last time? 】

【of course not! 】The White Queen thrust her waist in a stern voice and said, 【Last time, aha, I remembered, you left him outside, you daredevil!Both your grandpa and your father are much more careful than you!If you don't find him, don't expect us to be at your mercy next time! 】The chariots, soldiers, horses and elephants behind her echoed in unison.

[Okay, okay, I see——] Ron looked at Hermione sadly, but the other party had already opened the magic history book.He dejectedly packed up the chess pieces, spread out his homework, and tried to remember when—ah, that day, he was in a hurry to eat dinner, so he stuffed the king into his trouser pocket indiscriminately, and then he and Harry went to the library ,then--

Ron had to put down his pen, sprint to the spiral staircase, run back to the bedroom, take his trousers off the hanger—

No, nothing, except a piece of dry candy wrapper.This chess set was inherited from his grandfather, because he played it well, and his father specially passed it on to him—the only thing he got by his ability, although it was still second-hand, oh no, third-hand.He has a feeling that he has lost his most precious trust. If his family knows that he has lost Wang, they will be sad.

Ron was still worried when Harry came back.Harry threw himself into the armchair after expressing that training was going well.Hermione urged him to hurry to the shower because he was drenched in sweat.

Ron knew Harry was still worried about Snape being the referee.He had even whispered to him during the night talk that Snape would stare at him an average of three times a Potions class (Ron didn't know how that was calculated).Hermione was visibly impatient when Harry asked what would happen if Snape used another jinx on him.

【I've said it many times, I'll chant the leg-lock spell to him before then. ] Just two days ago, she said [Don't go, how about pretending to break your leg? 】

[Yes, remember? Locomotormortis!] Ron pointed at Harry's leg with his finger instead of a wand, and what he said two days ago was [really broke the leg. 】

Believe it or not, the idea was Hermione's inspiration from Malfoy.Ron recalled that day, the other party skillfully used the isolation spell, cleansing spell and tidying spell on him.Malfoy's a little bastard, but he's got something special about him.

That is, that day.Ron clutched his trouser pockets. Maybe he should go back between the two walls. Could his king be lost there?If someone picked it up...he couldn't guarantee that it wouldn't talk nonsense.Thinking of this, his earlobe felt a little hot.

☆、Chapter 21

【Do you have to run out now?Harry's game is about to start! 】

Ron anxiously motioned for Hermione to lower the volume.It's a pity that the effect was not ideal. Harley's hand for cutting the steak paused for a moment before picking up a glass of water.

[I'll be back soon. 】Ron raised the volume, trying to make Harry hear clearly, 【That chess piece is very important to our family, I'll just... go and have a look where it might be...】

[It's okay, Ron. 】Harry turned his head and smiled, his black hair looked neat today, his big green eyes were full of understanding and gentleness, 【We all know what Wizard Chess means to you.Go early and return early. 】

A warm feeling surged in Ron's heart, and perhaps guilt at the same time.He couldn't help thinking how much Harry hated Malfoy, and how Hermione had been called those three words by him.In order to conceal the fluctuation in his heart, he hastily smiled, turned and ran to the library.

The results were disappointing.There was nothing between the two walls, and Ron checked the surroundings carefully again, until the time became urgent, and then went back without finding anything.His heart pounded with the accelerated pace, because he promised to protect Harry from Snape with Hermione, which inevitably made him nervous.Maybe there are other things to be nervous about, like seeing that person again after two long nights.

The students of the whole school surrounded the Quidditch pitch tightly, the camps of red, green, yellow and blue were mixed together, the degree of restlessness was equal, and there were enthusiastic calls and shaking college scarves everywhere.Compared with the green Slytherin, the excitement of the other three houses was more like chicken blood. They had long been impatient with Slytherin's seven-game winning streak, and couldn't wait to see another house win the house cup.Ravenclaw students also painted red or yellow house flags on their faces, and Ron even heard them calling Harry's name.

It inevitably reminded him of the scene he saw in the Mirror of Erised: he was galloping on the green field as a glorious batsman, fighting side by side with Harry, invincible.Ron squinted his eyes, and the shout seemed to be for him.

【Hey! 】The dream was shattered under Hermione's pushing.She led him to the only empty seat in front of the stands - next to Neville and in front of Malfoy.Ron saw that Hermione's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, but this was the only option left, and she had to compromise.

Ron couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy, he only knew that he didn't dare to look back suddenly.He pursed his lips and straightened his scarf unnaturally, not even hearing Hermione remind him to draw out his wand.

[Dumbledore is in the audience! 】Hermione suddenly patted his arm excitedly, 【Okay, Harry will not be in danger anymore, Dumbledore will not let Snape take advantage of it! 】

This made Ron's heart relieved, and he happily took Hermione's pocket telescope (it was his Christmas gift to Hermione): [Indeed, I've never seen Snape's face look so bad-ouch! 】

Someone ran a hand through his hair, and Ron's eyes slammed into the binoculars, his blue eyes clouded by the pain, and he turned his head angrily.

【Malfoy, what are you doing? 】

The platinum-haired expression froze for a moment, and he looked at the telescope in his hand with some surprise, and quickly recovered his beating expression: [Ah, sorry, Weasley, I didn't see you here. ] His two troll followers let out a disgusting laugh.

I don't know if the other party intended to say the three syllables of [Weasley] exactly the same as that night.Ron pursed his lips and didn't want to say a word to him.In his mind, if the other party sincerely wants to [cooperate] with him, at least he should treat him better, such as not always provoking words.

It's still more fun to watch Harry play.Ron glared at him, then turned away.Harry and his brothers all entered the field. After the contestants greeted each other and rode on the broom, Harry jumped high.

Hermione folded her hands in prayer.

A Bludger flew straight into Snape's face, and he swung it away angrily.It was George, he probably didn't mean to - he stuck out his tongue quickly - oh well Ron wasn't sure either, college honors probably came after having fun for a Gemini.

Snape awarded Hufflepuff a free throw, and there were shouts of frustration from the Gryffindor camp.Ron couldn't help leaning forward, following Harry with his eyes, waiting for the result of the free throw.

At this tense moment, the seat of his chair was suddenly kicked violently.A voice came from behind: [I wonder how long Potter can stay on the broom this time?Anyone want to bet? ...how are you, Weasley? 】

The familiar smell and breath lingered on his earlobe, and Ron shivered, and quickly shrank his head into the scarf.Harry's flying fine, he retorted mentally, no less than you.

Harry circled the field like a hawk, looking for the Snitch.The current situation on the field is in favor of Hufflepuff.Ron felt completely mesmerized by the green field and the flying broomsticks.

[Do you know how Gryffindor selects players? 】The voice didn't get a response, and it turned cold in an instant, 【Everyone they pick is pitiful.Potter had no parents, the Weasleys were impoverished—ah, Longbottom, why didn't you play, didn't you lower the average IQ of Gryffindors? 】

[Shut up, Malfoy, I, I am stronger than twelve of you. 】

Malfoy's two henchmen booed one after another.

【That's right, that's Neville, show him some strength.When I see the result of this ball—] Ron said without looking back.At this moment, Harry bent over beautifully——

[Oh, no! 】Ron grabbed his hair, and the Snitch slipped through Harry's fingers, just a little bit away, and at the same time, Hufflepuff scored a successful goal, and the yellow scarves in the audience cheered even more. sharp.

【Look, Weasley, Potter was helping you find money on the ground just now, otherwise he couldn't catch it no matter how close he was, huh? 】

There was another exclamation and applause, and Ron sprinted onto Malfoy, throwing him to the ground, and the two of them rolled under the seats.The noise almost pierced people's eardrums, whether it was Hermione, Neville, Crabbe or Goyle, everyone was immersed in the crazy game, ignoring another crazy confrontation under their seats.

[Will you die if you don't say a word? Gritting his teeth, Ron felt his chest on fire.

[No, but you are not qualified to tell me to shut up. 】Platinum hair opened its nasty mouth again,【Potter's henchman, brainless poor skunk.He played so badly that only you can watch it. 】

Ron wanted to punch him until his head exploded. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Shengfeng's fist stopped abruptly in the middle, and he turned to grab the opponent's collar: [Believe it or not, I can beat you until a week? Can't go to class? 】

【you will not. 】The other party smirked, 【You don't want to be troubled by the Malfoy family.What's more, it won't do you any good to hurt me. 】

The noise that reached my ears seemed to be separated by a layer of membrane.The other party restrained his expression, and slowly climbed up with both hands, wrapping his arms around his waist.

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The other party stopped abruptly.Probably the two of them didn't expect this to happen. After a moment of silence, Ron carefully removed himself from the other's lap.They panted facing each other, sitting with their legs crossed under the cramped seats.Even the air is thin here.

A golden thing flew past Harry's eyes. Like an eagle seeing its prey, he quickly made a beautiful dive from a high altitude.

Hermione couldn't help but wring her fingers together in prayer.

Neville closed his eyes in horror.

Crabbe and Goyle cursed Harry under his breath for falling off the broom, while wondering where Draco had gone.

There were less than two inches between Draco's and Ron's lips.

The adam's apples of the two moved.

[This is not good.No boy would do that. 】The red-haired lake-like blue eyes began to fade