[HP] Shh, it's a secret

——Nine o'clock in the evening, I will wait for you in the original office.

Draco looked down at the note in his hand, dazed.

The time was after his confinement, the place...the office, the old one, obviously isn't it.But he didn't seem to be able to get enough of it, he watched it a thousand times and ten thousand times, tirelessly and obsessed.How could he not know that these words on this paper also have magic power, they are black, and they can be retracted and retracted just like their owners.

He said he was waiting for me, he was waiting for me.

Crazy crazy, really crazy.

Draco crumpled up the note, then unfolded it again carefully under the horrified eyes of the young Nott son who passed it to him, and read it again, again, for the last time.

"This book is the Property of the Half-blood Prince..." A sentence poured out of Draco's mouth abruptly, and those light gray eyes lit up immediately, "Half-blood Prince... ha——Half-blood Prince!" Draco was excited Repeatedly, and then suddenly pushed the little Nott who was in the way and started running wildly in the aisle.

Draco returned to the dormitory as quickly as possible, rummaging through boxes and cabinets.When finally, he dug through almost half of the box, he found what he was looking for - a battered, almost altered and unrecognizable Advanced Potion-Making textbook.

Draco took a deep breath and sat on the floor against the box.He stared at the cover of the book for a long time before carefully opening it.His slender fingers slid across every correction and annotation in the book, and of course he did not miss the "interesting" little spells in the blank space - fuchsia, kamikaze... small, densely packed The handwriting, which is well retracted, is exactly the same as the handwriting on the note he received before.

Finally reached the last page, the bottom of the back cover reads in the same handwriting——

This book is the Property of the Half-blood Prince.

Heisagenius, Hegotmagic.

Draco threw his head back, covering his eyes with the back of his hand.What a stupid and ridiculous description, how talented is that man and he doesn't know?Besides, that man was a wizard in the first place. Severus, Severus, Severus, Severus... Eleven million times of Severus, nothing can stop it, Half-blood Prince, My Half-blood Prince!

How long does it take to go from hating someone to loving that person?

There is no answer, or he has never really hated at all, otherwise how could he even die in... Obviously he can escape, right?

Draco smiled self-deprecatingly and got up from the ground. He clamped the note into the potions textbook and put the textbook back on the bottom of the box.Still a student and class was due soon, Draco straightened his collar and pushed open the door and walked out of the dormitory.

On this day, Draco was in a trance for most of the time. During the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he was able to cheer up a little bit so that he could deal with "Professor Carlo" making things difficult, but the strange thing was that the professor actually They kindly let him go, maybe they finally realized the gap between them.Of course, because of those rumors, everyone who walked by him all day looked at him strangely, and it didn't matter anymore. Rumors, the old ones will always be replaced by new and more explosive ones, sooner or later.

The real hard time came when I was in confinement at night.He dared to say that the old man who was looking at him from under the glasses in the picture frame at this moment was the first to know and the most difficult to deal with. Who in this castle would have a better relationship with the portraits than him, Especially the portrait of Gryffindor.I'm afraid he already knows everything, Draco thought desperately and happily.

At this moment Draco finished his spell, and the old man in the frame naturally stopped to look at it.

"Very good Draco, very good, it seems that you have practiced seriously." Dumbledore praised without hesitation.

"Yes, I practice it almost every recess." Draco put away his wand. "I think I can learn another spell."

"No, no, I'm not going to continue tonight," Dumbledore said with a smile, "Draco is on your mind, if you don't mind, you can tell me."

"I'm sorry, I just really mind." Draco raised the corners of his lips viciously, "If you don't plan to teach me anything else, then I think I'll leave first. Time is tight and I have something to do."

Dumbledore opened his mouth and showed a hurt expression: "Are you in a hurry to see Severus? How did I remember that your appointment was nine o'clock, now..." He glanced at the wall clock hanging opposite , "It's only a quarter past eight."

Draco's eyes narrowed.

"What the hell are you trying to say, Dumbledore?"

"Empty your mind Draco," Dumbledore said with a rare face on the floor, "you should know how important this is to you, to Severus, and to all of us. That's what I really want to say today .”

A moment's pause.

"No matter what you think or want to do, please empty your mind, I beg you Draco." Dumbledore continued, "I know this kind of request is a bit too much, because even I, when I was young, It may not be possible... What is in your mind is too important, it is a hundred times more important than each of us Draco."

long silence.

Draco closed his eyes.

"I see Dumbledore, thank you."

"Thank you, that's what I want to say. If you want to do something, please wait until things pass and there will be a better time." Dumbledore said, his tone became calm again, "I think you need someone now Be quiet for a while, then see Draco tomorrow." After speaking, he turned his back and disappeared from the frame in less than a second.

Draco slumped down on the chair a little bit.The room suddenly became very quiet. On the desk opposite him were those exquisite silverware from when Dumbledore was alive. A cauldron in which potions are boiled.

Free your mind, Draco.Malfoy!

But there are some things that cannot be restrained, such as the puffs of white smoke, for example, he can't help but think of those boiling pots and the person who is cooking behind him.

Finally at nine o'clock, Draco stood at the door of the cellar office.He had been standing in front of this door for several minutes, sometimes he desperately wished he was somewhere else, more often he wanted to just break in.It's really already the appointed time, Draco took a deep breath and raised his hand, but he didn't expect the door to open automatically with a swish, and it was the face that he wanted so badly that came into his eyes——

"How long are you going to stand stupidly in the door checking the quality of that rug, eh, Draco?"

Draco froze and then smiled brightly, to hell with emptying his mind and waiting!Does he want this man? He wants this man!By this time Snape had turned his back and returned to the room, and a few seconds later belonged to Severus.Snape's deep voice reached Draco's ears again—

"Come in and close the door."

"Yes sir," Draco heard himself say.When he closed the door, Snape had already walked to the fireplace and pointed to him silently at the sofa next to him. Draco walked over and sat down, and Snape sat down too, his black eyes staring at him. Staring at his face without blinking, as if looking into the depths of his soul.

"I'm a little worried about your absence these days," Snape said. "I've heard something about Draco."

"What is it?" Draco straightened his sitting posture and asked knowingly.

Snape's expression was a little weird, and the next topic made him a little embarrassed, but he had already promised a father... So he cleared his throat and prepared to get straight to the point: "There are rumors everywhere in the castle that Hogwarts' new Boys Council The chairman is in love with a man, is that right Draco?"

Draco blinked: "The focus is on the love or the man, sir?"

With a jerk of nerves, Snape asked, "Is there a difference?"

"Yes, there is a big difference." Draco smiled, "Let's put it this way sir, if I say I'm in love, will you object?"

"I'd say it's not a good time," Snape said.

"That means you won't object." Draco laughed a little wider, and then his light gray eyes stared fixedly at the black ones. "So if he was a man, would you object?"

Snape felt his head hurt, he lowered his head and rubbed his slightly swollen temples.

"Or we could do an experiment," Draco said slyly.

Snape wanted to ask what kind of experiment it was before he raised his head and his body was already taken over by someone, then his lips were kissed, the warm and moist touch sealed all he wanted to say.Snape's eyes widened in astonishment, and he even forgot to push the person away. Later, he didn't have a chance. His lips touched and then separated, which was not considered a kiss at all.But that feeling came again, warm and soft, and the nerve endings were slightly numb.

"Look, isn't it disgusting at all?" Draco said briskly, his eyes were full of light like a successful prank, dazzling but not glaring, just right.

"You..." Snape wanted to say something but strangely nothing came to his mind.

"If you don't want to come again, I can let you confirm again." Draco said and bent down again.

"Enough, stop molesting your godfather!" Snape's face rarely showed a trace of redness.

Draco laughed, even exaggerating to the point of squatting on the floor with his belly in his arms.

"Haha - you're so cute, you should show all the stupid lions of Gryffindor."

Snape exhaled a dirty breath, really crazy, he wanted to give the little bastard on the ground a faint.

"Get up when you've laughed enough, tell me now are you really in love with a man?"

Draco stood up, his expression serious and serious, as if the smile just now was just an illusion.

"Yes." he said.

"Yes?" Snape raised his voice unconsciously, "You said 'yes'? You forgot your identity? Need I remind you, you are a Malfoy, the sole heir of the Malfoy family, Draco! "

"Yeah, but so what?" Draco said softly, "like you my dear godfather, you're a Slytherin in love with a Gryffindor Muggleborn, you're in love with Did she think about identity before? She even became the wife of your enemy later, you love her and do so much for her, is it worth it?"

Snape had no desire to answer that question.Look, the scar in the deepest part of the heart is uncovered naked, naked, naked...is it worth it?Countless nights and countless times he had asked himself, when he met Draco's eyes—

"It's worth it," he said.

Draco's expression froze, he felt his heart getting cold little by little, his heart was almost frozen.Then he shrugged and showed a peaceful smile: "I think it's worth it too, it's as simple as that."

After an awkward silence, Draco let out a breath: "Don't try to stop my husband, it's useless, and there's not much time left, you'll die anytime, right?"

"I swear I won't let you die." Snape's voice.

"I know sir, I know." Draco said with a smile, "I will not let myself die so easily, I still have what I want, and I will never allow death to come before that. "

"Draco..." Snape wanted to say something more, but seeing the juejue on the young man's face, any kind of words were too pale.

"I think I have to go sir," Draco said suddenly, taking a coin from his pocket and tossing it into the air before catching it. "I'm here."

Snape glanced at the shining golden coin, and suddenly found it extremely dazzling.He turned his eyes away and said, "Let's go then." Then he watched the young man leave with a smile.

Snape tugged at the collar that made him feel tight in his chest, his godson fell in love with a man in such a serious way... heart, a little heavy.And that kiss that wasn't considered a kiss, the child's eyes, expression... and his own feelings, warm and soft, numb... He didn't push him away immediately, he didn't push him away...

Ah, all crazy.Or too long abstinence...