[HP] Marriage relationship

When Alan walked in with a roll of bandages and potions needed for disinfection, there was still a weird and awkward silence in the tent.

Draco nestled lazily on the sofa, his subordinates kept fiddling with the pistol, the faint golden light flashed from time to time, and was taken into his hand when it was about to disappear.

Krum pressed the wound with one hand, and his face was gloomy, which made him look particularly unfriendly.

The brown-haired girl Hermione sat cross-legged on the carpet uncharacteristically and quietly, while helping Krum press the wound, while waving her wand and releasing spells with messages one after another. She lost contact with two friends in the forest , getting farther and farther away from them in the chaos, and then met Krum, and came to a safe camp with him, very worried that the little witch of his friend tried to send them a message.

"Don't try, Granger, are you stupid?" Draco sneered, stood up from the sofa, without looking at Hermione's angry look, and said, "This camp is covered with isolation magic circles, Nothing gets out, don't you even feel it, 'Miss Know-It-All at Hogwarts'."

There was a malicious smile on Draco's face. Hearing this, Hermione's face moved, and she carefully felt the particularly dull magic factor in the air, and then lowered her head in frustration.

She wasn't in the mood to quarrel with Draco right now, even though they were the ones who quarreled the most at Hogwarts.

"Don't worry about Hermione," Krum patted her on the shoulder comfortingly, trying to make himself smile less gloomy, and said, "I'll take you back to your camp later."

At this time, he had a little more appreciation for Draco, after all, not every wizard could detect the magic circle in the Durmstrang camp.

"Victor, shut up and sit down." Alan unscrewed the cork of the potion bottle and poured it on Krum's lap, as if throwing burning charcoal into cold water, the light green potion touched The wound immediately let out a 'chi--', and a burst of white smoke rose immediately. Krum closed his mouth all of a sudden, his handsome face twisted in the smoke for a moment, and then he twisted it back abruptly.

The visual effect is very shocking, and the effect of the potion is also very good. The black toxin fades from the leg at a speed that is almost visible to the naked eye, and the dark red blood flows out from the wound slowly and evenly after disinfection.

Krum was obviously used to this situation, without waiting for Alan to remind him, he took out a bottle of hemostatic agent from his trousers pocket, bit off the cork, and carefully poured it on the wound.

Alan tore off the bandage, looked at Krum's wound with a stiff face, and even the movements of his hands were also stiff, facing the wound that needed to be bandaged as if he was facing a big enemy, he quickly searched in his mind for the bandaging method that a certain professor said .

The two of them were often injured during the trials, and under normal circumstances a bottle of potion would be enough to solve the problem, but the poison of the Nether Corpse was different from others, if they were not bandaged, they could easily react with the toxins floating in the air and cause re-infection.

Alan bandaged Krum's wound with erratic movements, and Krum commanded it as if he understood it well. Hermione looked helpless, as if she wanted to remind her but was a little scruples.

After all, Alan, who always has a cold face, seems to be more difficult to get along with than Krum.

Draco really couldn't see it, he raised his foot and walked over to take the bandage on Alan's hand and threw it to Hermione, curling his lips and saying, "Clumsy troll...give me your hand."

He didn't name them by name, but several people present knew who he was talking to, and there was another silence at that time.

Alan was not as angry as Krum expected, but stood up very simply and stretched out his hand in front of Draco. The obedient look made Krum wonder if today's friend was cursed by a wizard. Knocked out.

Why is Alan, who is usually so silent and never pays attention to others, suddenly obedient?

It's a pity that none of the people present could answer Krum's questions. Hermione took over Alan's work. She is a very careful girl, and she is also very skilled at wrapping bandages. She finished wrapping them up quickly and tied a beautiful bow on them. , Only after the beating did he realize that the owner of his hand was the big star Krum.

Hermione blushed and apologized, but Krum smiled and said it was okay. This always honest boy was frantically splicing words of praise in his mind, but the little witch's attention had been completely attracted by the two people next to him.

Krum followed Hermione's line of sight, and then ignored his facial expressions again, staring dumbfounded at the two people who were clearly not talking, but were surrounded by charming smells.

There was a palm-sized wound on Alan's arm, the depth of which could not be seen clearly, but it had been bleeding and did not appear to be poisoned. It should have been scratched by a tree branch just now. It was very dazzling on the fair skin, and there were a few small bruises around it. It completely destroys the beauty it should have.

Draco looked like he didn't care much, but he kept muttering in his mouth. The general meaning was that Alan didn't know how to take care of his body at all, and he was even more stupid than Gryffindor if he didn't heal any injuries.

"What is Gryffindor? Griffon?" Krum, who was eavesdropping, asked Hermione curiously.

Just as little wizards at Hogwarts don't know the structure of Durmstrang, so wizards in Germany don't know the four Hogwarts houses.

"Gryffindor-style Hogwarts is the best house, bar none!" Hermione's face was stinky, obviously very dissatisfied with Draco's habit of smearing his own house.

"Won't you give yourself a healing spell first? Huh? Or do you want to bleed to death..."

"This kind of wound won't—" Alan just wanted to refute for himself a little. After all, he was often injured, and he really never cared about this kind of wound that would scab on its own.

"Shut up." Draco said without looking up.

Draco was so strong that Alan couldn't talk at all, just kept silent and let Draco lift his arm, and the tip of the hawthorn wand waved lightly.

The milky white light enveloped the small wound that was completely insignificant to him, and a warm feeling spread from the wound. The wound became smaller and shallower almost visible to the naked eye, until it disappeared completely, even under the effect of the spell. , the bruises on the arms also disappeared, and soon, this piece of skin completely recovered.

"Anyone else hurt?" Draco asked.

Alan nodded slightly, shook his head again, drew his arms back and stood up without saying a word.

Draco looked up and saw Krum and the two staring at this side intently. He thought Alan was shy. The wand in his hand pointed to the top of the tent. A completely opaque black curtain slid down, dividing the entire tent into two halves, the front and the back. It blocked the sight of the other two, and even if someone came in from outside the tent, they couldn't see it at all.

After finishing all this, Draco raised his eyebrows and said, "Is it all right?"

Alan moved his feet, tucked his hands in his robe, and said in a low voice, "Small injury, it's fine."

Draco snorted disdainfully, put his wand back into his pocket, raised his hand and gently pinched Alan's soft, unadorned earlobe, with a touching smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Shy?"

Seeing that Alan was almost acquiescing without speaking, Draco laughed out loud, and said, "Alan, your whole body, I haven't seen any parts... Besides, I've touched it all, why are you ashamed?" Lifting up a corner of the robe with his hand, his nimble and slender fingers directly poked in, without any intimacy, as if he was really checking for wounds.

The hands huddled in the robes revealed light sweat. Behind the completely sound-proof black curtain was like an independent space. In such a private space, the distance between the two was getting closer and closer. From another angle, it was completely different. Hugged together, the blond boy's earlobe was quietly stained with a thin layer of red, I don't know if it was from shyness or being kneaded.

Because it was too late to put on a long robe with a common weapon and ran out. The thin layer of regular clothes inside completely facilitated Draco's movements. The boy's cool fingers lingered on the skin.

Draco's hands are very flexible entirely because he is used to playing the piano, and he leans lightly from his thin chest to his back, and deliberately bypasses his sensitive and fragile neck. He has never participated in the various "inner parties" of the nobles Alan was so teased that he almost couldn't stand up.

"Fortunately, there is no bleeding," Draco pulled out his hand to look, and listened to Alan's breath that could not be suppressed from time to time with satisfaction, and said in an ambiguous tone, "Your muscle shape is so palpable."

Alan frowned, he could fully hear the indecency in Draco's words, obviously he was the older one, but he was so suppressed that he couldn't resist at all.

Moreover, Draco's appearance really looked no different from those libertines who were keen on molesting people, but because of his identity, Alan couldn't easily push him away, and he had no reason to refuse the intimacy of his fiancé.

In fact, Alan didn't really want to push it away. Since he was a child, no one has ever cared about such small injuries, even he himself never cared. The wound healed, and he was still the powerful wizard who calmly faced multiple injuries.

He just wanted to enjoy the warmth now, even if Draco didn't really mean it.

That's it.

When Draco and Alan came out from behind the curtain, not long after, Krum was listening carefully to Hermione talking about his life, from the joy and disbelief when he learned that he was a wizard, to Studying at school.

Their attention shifted to the slowly rising curtain, and it was a little unnatural when their eyes moved to the two people who walked out one after the other.

They were almost the same as before. Hermione looked at the handsome blond boy with bright eyes, and her face turned black instantly when she saw Draco behind.

Krum frowned, and after meeting Alan's calm black eyes, he turned his head, pretending not to care at all, and continued to ask Hermione some questions, but he obviously became a little absent-minded.

The seemingly careless but very careful boy noticed at the first glance that Draco had changed into a more expensive and stiff suit, and even the shirt inside was changed from the original pure white to a light blue one. He didn't change his clothes, but the thickly tied robe seemed to have been untied and retied, and the wrinkles at the edges were all smoothed out.

They don't look like they've just been through a fight at all.

But they all looked indifferent, which made Krum unable to ask questions, so he had to wait for the opportunity to speak.

At this time, the noisy turmoil outside finally stopped. Hermione immediately said that she would go to find her friend, and Krum insisted that she would go together.

There were only two people left in the tent, and Draco followed Alan step by step, and it seemed that he didn't plan to sit on the sofa either.

Seeing some doubts in Alan's eyes, Draco chuckled and was about to speak when the tent was lifted from the outside.

Galbien walked in with a smile on his face, his polite look made Draco's eyelids twitch, and he immediately felt uncomfortable, especially the way he looked at Alan, which was straightforward and extremely annoying.

"Alan, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy are here." Galbien smiled gently, and when he looked at Alan, his love was so strong that it almost turned into substance.

Draco snorted.

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