[HP] Marriage relationship

When Harry happily flew down from the rostrum like a bird, he didn't notice that the eyes of everyone looking at him had changed from anger and suspicion to sympathy, and they were still holding Ron happily, whispering in his friend's ear. Roared excitedly.

"A total of four times, four times ah ah ah ah!" Harry said at the end, he couldn't restrain himself, and the little Harry in his heart was circling wildly.

"What?" Ron came to his senses, and grabbed Harry, who was giggling, "You don't have to be so happy to be a warrior, you know, your life is in danger!"

"Hehehe, he mentioned my name four times in total, and he even called me Mr. Potter." The expression on Harry's little face was very dreamy.

Ron rolled his eyes weakly, and didn't want to say anything more about his friend's confusion, and said, "I don't want to hit you, Harry, but just now, your 'he' has gone with Malfoy, Malfoy Foo held an umbrella for him, and I heard him call Malfoy's Christian name 'Draco'..." When it came to Draco's name, Ron tried his best to endure it, and still made a motion of vomiting.

Harry went from heaven to hell, and instead of looking at Ron, and not sharing Malfoy's bad-mouthing with Ron as usual, he just murmured softly and indignantly: "If Durmster Long come to Gryffindor and just sit here, then he must have started calling me 'Harry', and we're even more likely to go further, he will come to Gryffindor Tower to rest, I would like to put my bed Give it to him, and I'll sleep on your camp bed!"

Regarding Ron's camp bed, yesterday he was fantasizing that Krum would go to Gryffindor Tower to rest, so he would be happy to sleep on the camp bed.

"I also heard," Ron seemed very keen to hit Harry, and added a shovelful of charcoal to Harry who was burning in the fire, "Malfoy is pursuing him, and he is about to succeed, and before that, Everyone doesn't know he's the boss of Durmstrang."

"We knew that early on, didn't we?" Harry said, walking side by side in the hallway of the dormitory with Ron, "I'm sure Malfoy won't succeed, how about I go after him too?"

"Brother, you have shown unprecedented action in this matter, but I still have to hit you. In terms of face, Malfoy has a much higher winning percentage than you."

"Oh..." Harry agreed dejectedly, and said unwillingly, "My personality is much better than Malfoy's. How about it, next time he provokes me, I'll give him a real punch."

"The boy who is dazzled by love." Ron clicked his tongue.

"It's not love!" Harry yelled, raising his fist, "It's worship, worship! You don't know how handsome he is today, God, God, how can he be so handsome! Save me from fire and water, after all, Ron, I participated in the competition out of nowhere, aren't you angry?" He still remembered that the second after Dumbledore announced, the eyes of Ron beside him changed immediately.

Ron didn't want to tell Harry that Alan was angry because Durmstrang had been treated unfairly.

"Honestly," said Ron, patting Harry on the shoulder, his voice heavy, "probably a little bit at first, because you didn't tell me how you got in - oh, Harry, hear me out But then, I think you are really innocent, look, the other warrior of Durmstrang is that, a witch who is so much taller than you, looks very fierce, another one of Beauxbatons The warriors are the boys in the seventh year. Harry, you being around them is the difference between the Burrow and Hogwarts Castle."

"Oh..." Harry sighed, "I think I'm just going to show everyone a joke."

"Don't worry, Harry," Ron smiled, "George and Fred are already looking for you a good place."

"Looking for what?" Harry didn't understand.

"The cemetery," Ron said in a relaxed tone, "by the way, what kind of tombstone and epitaph do you want?" Seeing Harry's expression gradually becoming hopeless, Ron laughed loudly: "Don't worry, Wes Even if Lai goes bankrupt, he will bury his brother properly!"

Then he laughed and opened the dormitory door amidst Harry's anger.

Sure enough, in the dormitory, whether it was Dean, Seamus, or even Neville, Harry's other three roommates all sat on Harry's bed with sad expressions, as if he had already died in a game , the tone is full of nostalgia.

"Poor Harry, he's only fourteen..."

Because of the need to select two more warriors, the banquet was delayed for a long time before it ended. During this time, the rain became heavier and heavier. The pouring rain was followed by thunder and thunder, and lightning appeared from time to time, tearing a hole in the dark sky, and illuminating the trees and buildings pale and eerie.

The Hogwarts students were lucky, they could go directly to their dormitory through the stairs without going into the rain. The wizards from the other two schools were about to be exposed to the rain, and the more powerful ones would give themselves a spell to avoid the rain.

Except for the first day, Alan led several other wizards. On the second day, everyone almost knew the route, and there was no need to act together.

This time, Alan won another place for a warrior for Durmstrang, and Apresh was selected. Lu Zuo, who has the best relationship with her, clamored to go back to the boat to hold a party to celebrate, and several other wizards followed suit. I am not afraid of the rain at all, and I walk fast.

When Alan was about to leave, Draco stopped him, took out a black umbrella from his schoolbag and handed it to Alan. After thinking for a while, he pulled the umbrella back and said, "I'll see you off."

Alan wanted to go back by himself, but when he walked out of the hall, another bolt of lightning illuminated the surroundings completely white, and the rumble of thunder exploded in his ears, making his heart beat unconsciously, he paused, and still acquiesced Draco decided to send him back to the ship.

-

Durmstrang's ghost ship is parked on the Black Lake. It is raining heavily outside, and there is a gust of wind from time to time, but the ship is still motionless. The rain completely disappears near the mast, and the wizard on board is also avoided. There will be a feeling of seasickness.

"Okay," when they reached the edge of the black lake, the whole ship appeared in the sight of the two of them, Draco tried his best to hold back the desire to yawn, and let go of Alan's hand.

The two were originally walking side by side on the road, but Alan was always a little scared by the sudden thunderstorm, so he leaned towards Draco unconsciously for a while, and when he realized it, he pulled the distance away, and then went back after the lightning Draco moved closer.

Until Draco couldn't bear to hold his hand.

"Are you okay? Alan." Draco couldn't help asking, he found that Alan's face was really not very good, which was very different from that at the dinner party.

"...a little tired." Alan paused, and it wasn't Draco's surprise. He knew that his face must be very bad.

"Then rest early, I'm leaving." Draco glanced at Alan suspiciously, and couldn't help but look back before leaving. He found that Alan's right hand hanging below was now tightly clenched into a fist, like Is trying to endure something.

-

Durmstrang has just over a dozen students this time, plus other entourage, there are less than [-] people in total, and everyone has a single dormitory, especially Karkaroff and the accompanying professor. In Hogwarts Castle, there are even fewer people on board.

Everyone was happy to be free, and the party started directly.

When Alan returned to the dormitory, he closed the door firmly, closed the windows, and closed the curtains. That's it, the rumbling thunder still echoed very clearly in the bedroom.

Alan stood by the wall with a stiff face, his back against the wall, his whole body was like a stone, his eyes were dull.

He remembered things from his childhood again.

In fact, he almost forgot about those things, after all, he was young at that time.

His father, the wizard who was directly driven mad by Hydera's blood, personally inserted a pair of scissors into the neck of his cheating wife on such a thunderstorm day, and the blood spurted from the witch's main artery stained the entire wall.

Then he ran into the rain by himself, and was charred by a bolt of lightning.

The youngest son of the young couple hid on the steps below the balcony. He was first splashed with his mother's warm blood and then witnessed his father's death.

The pungent smell of blood and burnt scrambled into the little boy's nose. The boy with thick blond hair didn't cry or scream. In fact, he didn't really understand what happened. He just followed his father's previous instructions. Ordered, crushed a crystal ball.

Later, he experienced a big magic riot and almost became a squib. Fortunately, the wizard who received the news rescued him.

Those scenes that were once unforgettable in memory have become a picture that has lost its color. Although it still exists in memory, it is always like a layer of tulle that makes it difficult to see clearly. As for being completely controlled by blood like his father, and closing his emotions, those things gradually faded away.

But Alan still doesn't like rainy days and is afraid of thunder, which makes him always relive those things that should have been sealed deep in his memory.

Alan felt a little cold. He walked along the wall to the closet, took out a larger cloak and wrapped it around his body, and noticed that his sight began to change again. Alan, who was very familiar with these things, knew that his blood was unwilling to be lonely. manifested its presence.

He is seventeen this year, and he is less than a year away from becoming an adult and completely inheriting his bloodline.

The method of using the family's secret method of closing emotions to suppress the bloodline will be completely ineffective when he becomes an adult, but Alan doesn't want to die, nor does he want to go crazy. The only surefire way is to find a spouse who can completely suppress his bloodline concentration.

However, there are not so many real pure-bloods in the current wizarding world. Most of the families have been mixed with Muggle-born wizards. This will indeed promote the progress of the wizarding world. That said, it's not good news.

So at the family meeting after learning that the Malfoy family intended to develop in France, Alan agreed to the proposal to marry the Malfoy family, and took the initiative to accept the job.

He's only 17 years old, he doesn't want to die, and he doesn't want to go crazy.

And Malfoy with pure blood is undoubtedly a good choice. More importantly, when choosing a marriage family, the Malfoy family chose Alan from the Castell family. In other words, they only chose Alan from the beginning. What Hughes Malfoy thinks, as for his real purpose is not important, anyway, both parties have benefited from this marriage.

Alan opened the suitcase, and there was a wooden box inside. As soon as the lid was opened, it would automatically unfold into three layers. On it were neatly stacked potion bottles, which were crystal clear and very beautiful.

He took out a lavender one from it, pulled off the cap and drank it, the inexplicable smell made him shiver uncontrollably.

It was like a cream soup that had been left for more than ten days. Alan put the empty bottle back in disgust. This is a potion that can curb the power of his blood. It needs a bottle of special material to preserve it. This material is very rare. The Castei family's financial resources can only gather ten bottles, and the second potion needs a wizard at the level of a potion master to brew it, so Alan only has a few bottles.

Alan was afraid that he would lose control again in this kind of weather. It doesn't matter if he gets injured, the key is that he has to get up early tomorrow morning to call everyone for a meeting, and it would be embarrassing to be late.

-

Another thunder flashed, Alan took a few deep breaths, and squatted at the corner of the wall, that is, the small triangular place between the two walls at right angles and the floor. He really wanted to give himself a sleeping spell to survive the night, but his trembling hands But he will not be given this chance.

Good morning, Alan told himself, he was ready to stay up all night.

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door, the voice was very urgent, obviously the person outside was very impatient.

"Draco?" Alan walked slowly over to open the door, staring blankly at the boy outside the door, unable to hide his surprise, it turned out to be Draco who had left a long time ago, he obviously ran over in the rain, not only Panting, her wet pale blond hair was still dripping.

"What are you in a daze for?" Draco clicked his tongue impatiently, pushed Alan away and walked into the dormitory, his tone was very bad, "Close the door, Alan, come and wipe my hair for me, what are you doing?"

Obediently, Alan fetched a fresh towel from the bathroom and walked over to the bed behind Draco to dry his hair.

Draco frowned, obviously not very satisfied with his strength, couldn't help but grabbed the towel and wiped it himself, then took off his rain-soaked robe and threw it on the ground beside him, cursing: "This ghost weather……"

"You..." As soon as Alan opened his mouth, a white light illuminated the dark bedroom without any warning. Even Alan's expression of deep fear and trembling fingers had nowhere to hide, directly blocking his words. In the throat,.

Before the thunder exploded, Draco turned around, pushed Alan to the chair behind him and sat down, then stretched out his hands and crossed them to cover Alan's ears.

In this way, he not only blocked the thunder, but also held Alan in his arms in a very intimate gesture.

A familiar, very faint scent of roses penetrated into Alan's nostrils, dispelling the vague sense of fear.

"Are you okay?" Draco's voice sounded from above.

Alan's voice was muffled through the fabric, and he put his hands around Draco's waist, which was still a very small child, and rested his head on the thin chest, a little unwilling to leave.

Draco's posture was a little uncomfortable. After all, he turned around and hugged Alan all at once, stepped on the corner of his robe, and put the towel on his shoulders in a very ridiculous posture.

"I feel like a busboy in a tavern, so how long are you going to hold me?" Draco looked at the half-wet towel on his shoulder, with a disgusted tone, but put his hand gently on the top of Alan's golden hair , stroking down the smooth hair.

Alan couldn't help hugging him even tighter.

"I thought you were not afraid of anything." Draco snorted and let go of his hands, "Let me lie on the bed first, please? I'm really tired today..."

Alan nodded, and was about to take another quilt from the cabinet to sleep on the sofa, and gave the bed to Draco. Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved out the used quilt, Draco lay on his side on the bed and spoke lazily.

"It doesn't seem to be cold enough to need two quilts, Alan."

He was right. Durmstrang was very generous to the students, especially Alan, who was the chief. There was a burning fireplace in his room and a dozen warming spells, so he didn't have to worry about the cold at all. As for Alan feeling cold before, it was a psychological factor.

"I'm going to sleep on the sofa." After Alan finished speaking, Draco grabbed his sleeve. He happened to be standing by the bed, and Draco caught his cuff with his fingers effortlessly.

"Are you shy?" Draco's expression was very surprised. Seeing that Alan shook his head, he smiled, and pressed him onto the bed by pulling Alan's cuff, "Sooner or later, don't you have to sleep in the same bed? Let's try it out first." It's..."

Alan paused for a moment, somewhat reluctantly, after all, he was not used to being so intimate with people, but the thunder that never exploded suddenly changed his mind.

Draco was obviously very satisfied with Alan's understanding, but he didn't come over, but still lay there on his back, occupying most of the bed.

Although Alan was obediently lying on the other side, he couldn't sleep at all. The faint, Draco-specific aroma filled his nasal cavity, and he couldn't help but think of the pain that went deep into the bone marrow that night. Alan Carefully moved a little to the side of the bed.

In fact, they were full of calculations. Although they were engaged, they were lying in the same bed and sleeping on the night they first met.

Draco was depressed and drunk that night, not very conscious.Alan also drank a lot of wine.

What happened later was logical but difficult to recall. On that first night when they were both in pain, Alan was uncomfortable, and Draco couldn't feel much better either.

So this is probably the first conscious and sober bed-sharing between the two of them, even if it's just pure sleep, it seems to them that it's going faster, but there's nothing wrong with it, after all, as Draco said, sooner or later they will Sleep in the same bed, unless you really can't make it through, dissolve the marriage.

But this is almost impossible to happen between them. After all, the issues involving the two families must not simply follow the two of their ideas.

Draco couldn't sleep either, he was terribly tired physically, but very conscious.

Alan accounted for a lot of Draco's firsts, in every sense of the word.

After all, before the engagement, Draco was a pure and bloody baby.It's not that he hasn't had a girlfriend, but Draco, unlike Blaise, can take anyone to bed.

Because of this, Draco didn't like Alan, but he couldn't really hate him.

And after Alan came to Hogwarts with Durmstrang, Draco found that he became more and more interested in Alan, and it was not surprising that he fell in love with Alan over time.

Alan was not a talkative person. Although he had many questions, he saw that Draco was in a bad mood and very tired, so he couldn't ask any questions, but he was not so scared at all.

There is a heat source by my side, I can feel the person's body temperature, and I can clearly hear the person's shallow breathing, and the faint scent of roses fills the nostrils. Somewhat confused.

But a thunderclap woke him up directly. Alan opened his eyes at once, turned around, and plunged into the arms of Draco who was unresponsive.

Draco almost vomited blood when he hit him, and pretended to be nonchalant, stroking Alan's back very calmly to comfort him.

-

"Draco, how did you get in?" After a while, Alan asked softly, he was not sure if Draco was asleep, so the voice was barely audible.

"Cheek-skinned..." Draco's voice was a bit hazy, full of sleepiness, as if he had just been woken up by Alan. Headmaster, that little goatee..."

"He... allowed?" Alan remembered that Karkaroff had sternly reminded them that it was forbidden to keep people from other schools on board.

"I've been talking for a long time," Draco muttered dissatisfiedly, "otherwise you think why I'm so tired, your headmaster is really a little nervous, really unpleasant, and he won't let me go, but he seems to know me Father."

"He's a little - um, neurotic," said Allan, and it's only gotten worse since he arrived in England.

"It's not a little bit, I think he's always been weird, just like our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year, does your headmaster have a term?" Draco frowned, and put his hand on it before the thunder sounded again. On Alan, "Are you still afraid?"

Alan shook his head, hugged Draco's arm but didn't relax at all.

Draco was almost overwhelmed by Alan's inconsistency. He was obviously trembling with fear, but he still insisted on not letting go.

"Then why are you still holding me, go and sleep." Draco said, his eyes full of interest.

"I mean, the headmaster of Durmstrang doesn't have a term of office," Alan said seriously, tightening his arms again.He found that the potion worked better when Draco was in his arms.

"So?" Draco suddenly wanted to laugh.

"So..." Alan followed vaguely.So he could keep holding Draco.

"You really surprised me, Alan, I thought you always looked like you were in Castell Manor..." Draco suddenly became interested in chatting, and he found that he seemed to be grateful for this game, at least let him He saw a different Alan, instead of waiting until they got married to meet for the second time, and then walked into the church full of resentment without knowing each other at all.

But no one answered him. Draco lowered his head and realized that Alan had fallen asleep for a long time. His sleeping face was very peaceful, and there was even a relaxed smile at the corner of his mouth, which was a sign on his awake face. Absolutely out of sight.

Draco's urge to chat because of being prompted by the environment of the night was poured out by a basin of cold water, so he could only pull his hand out of Alan's arms angrily, turned his back to him, and fell asleep.

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Completed

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