[HP] Marriage relationship

In the end, Alan didn't bother with that special bloodline wizard, because the other party's concealment methods were superb enough, and he didn't know which bloodline it was, so he turned around and disappeared.

He also didn't expect that person to come with the reporter sent by the Ministry of Magic, and she left Hogwarts after the reporter's interview. Fortunately, Alan didn't find her.

After all, approaching adulthood, Alan is not only a little atavistic physically, but also in character. Fortunately, the Castei family has helped him suppress his emotions, otherwise he would have been unable to hold on and went crazy.

Early the next morning, newspapers fell all over the sky, and even the food on the long table was knocked aside, and one of them fell right in front of Alan.

[Who is the real warrior: Harry Potter's road to the warrior! 】

The photo of Harry Potter in the newspaper took up the entire page. The boy who looked a little at a loss stared at the camera with wide eyes. Those green eyes were like a lake rippling gently. It was obvious that he was photographed before he could react in time. took such a photo.

Two and a half of the remaining three pages are devoted to introducing Harry Potter. There is no content about the game at all, but his private life is exaggerated. The names of the other warriors are pitifully crowded in the corner. The editors of the newspaper even misspelled their names. As for another Hogwarts hero, Cedric, he didn't even mention it, and because the reporters didn't know what happened on the night of the selection, they had no idea about the selection. The explanation for the sudden addition of three warriors this year is also messy.

"I think my strength comes from my parents, many times I miss them at night... I know nothing can hurt me during the game, because they are watching me..."The newspapers are full of this'It is said 'It was a sentence announced by Harry himself, and it also involved Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, defining the relationship between the three of them as a complicated and chaotic love triangle, and the topic was extremely high rise.

And because the reporters completely ignored Cedric, many Hufflepuffs became hostile to Harry Potter, thinking he stole their limelight.

Any sympathy for Harry Potter that had arisen before had completely disappeared.There was talk of a megalomaniac Potter everywhere.

These things happened around Alan, but he didn't notice them at all. After all, people seldom pay attention to things that have nothing to do with them.

Alan almost wholeheartedly cared for and tolerated Draco. This fiancé, who was much younger than him, was energetic, arrogant and cunning, and also possessed the curiosity and naughtiness unique to boys of this age, which attracted all his attention and made him I can't think of any other thoughts to care about the surrounding situation, and even overwhelm the restlessness caused by the approaching growth period.

This made him put Draco in an important position. At first, he had to do it because of the Malfoy couple's entrustment and his obligations as a fiancé, but later he enjoyed it.

It's been a long time, and this kind of agility and wantonness that he has never seen before is exactly what he lacks and desires the most.

-

'When I met him, I came alive. '

Alan dipped the water stains on the bar and scribbled on it. In his hand, he started with a cocktail made of gin, elderberry and mint, and later replaced it with a large glass of ginger beer. In a certain corner of the small bar hung with cobwebs, watching the people coming and going, stiff like a statue that doesn't fit in, but insists on staying in this place that doesn't belong to him.

Draco squeezed out from the crowd, his figure was tall and straight that didn't match his age at all, the ring of brown curly hair covered his smooth forehead indiscriminately, he drunkenly pushed away the beautiful woman who threw himself into his arms, and hugged Alan into the In his arms, sweetly kissed his earlobe, stimulated the tympanum of the blond wizard with a hoarse voice full of alcohol, and bewitched: "Baby, we are in the paradise of lovers, and everything outside has nothing to do with us. Why don't you go back and make love?"

He bites the word so hard, every sound is like a sledgehammer hitting your heart, you can't even hear the cheers around you, only his low tone and ambiguous actions stay in your eyes .

No one here really knew them, and no one would have thought that two underage wizards would know about this kind of place, change their appearance and use aging agents to walk in openly.

No one here knows about 'wizards', knows about 'aging agents'.

This is the Muggle world.

They returned to the room with the help of alcohol and went to bed. Draco couldn't wait to press Alan under him and kiss him, like an impatient drunkard. Alan wrapped his arms around his neck very cooperatively. The boys hugged each other tightly, and the bedding that was originally neat on the big hotel bed was all wrinkled and spread on the bed in a mess.

Such an intimate yet estranged posture made them unable to observe each other's expressions, and could only comfort each other with increasingly eager movements and ambiguous breathing. Draco could not see the boiling desire in those cold dark green snake pupils, Alan also couldn't see the clarity in Draco's eyes.

They're just, like two real strangers.

"I'm drunk." Draco said, he pressed the back of Alan's head with both hands desperately, sucked the skin of the back of his neck as if venting hatred, and raised his head again, a silver thread stuck to his lips and the red piece of skin The time was broken soon, just like the messy emotions between them, maybe breaking off and reconnecting is the best solution.

Alan panted heavily, his bare chest trembled when it touched the air, he let this person approach him, and when his teeth touched the skin of the nape of his neck, he clenched the quilt impatiently, and followed him unconsciously Repeat, "You're drunk, and I'm drunk."

Tonight, we're all drunk, so wait until tomorrow, when the night fades and the sun rises, we're still the same, you're my little fiancé, my responsibility, I'm what you don't want to face but you have to accept s future.

Draco seemed to smile when he heard this answer. He put his hands on Alan's chest, closed his eyes and fell asleep. The light that came in soon lost consciousness.

-

Perhaps because he has not been baptized by alcohol for too long, Alan slept soundly, until the next morning the sun replaced the garden lights and shone into the room, faithfully presenting everything after that absurd night in the eyes of waking people, only himself .

Alan had a splitting headache, the aftereffects of a hangover made his brain feel like a tornado had blown through his brain, his unclear memories were scattered, and there was a note left by Draco beside the bed, saying that he was waiting for him in the restaurant, Pressing the note was a crystal clear crystal bottle, which contained a hangover potion.

The principle of the hangover potion is probably to use its terrible smell to wake up the sleepy brain of the hangover. Alan ran to the bathroom, turned on the water pipe and took several mouthfuls of clean water to calm down the smell of sweat mixed with foot odor.

When he walked to the restaurant, Draco was sitting on the sofa drinking fruit juice, with one leg crossed over the other. When he saw Alan walking down in a simple shirt and trousers, his eyes lit up. Sweeping the slender and slender body up and down, focusing on the pair of slender and long legs.

"How does the potion taste? Alan." Draco smugly shook the juice in his hand, his mature and handsome face was full of the cunning of a young man.

Alan felt that his legs were entangled in silk thread, or he was stuck in the mud. He shook his head, his face was a little pale, "Unforgettable."

Draco smiled more complacently. He moved a few times to make room for Alan to sit down, then leaned to the side in this posture, leaning comfortably into the human-shaped cushion, and said lazily: "Then Where shall we go for the rest of the day..."

Alan's voice was his usual indifference, but softened a little the moment he touched Draco, "As you like..."

This weekend was Hogsmeade Week, and Draco had already been there countless times, and he was tired of it, so he pestered Alan to go to a different place, no matter what, he was always a boy who liked excitement.

Alan has always been obedient to him, and left the big team without a trace halfway through. Apparation took Draco to the Muggle world. The two were dizzy and confused at first, and then Alan asked for directions (Draco) Ke first didn’t want to ask for directions, and his proficient local accent would be problematic), indicating that he was here for tourism, his unskilled English mixed with French, and his obviously French His appearance fully proves this point.

Then they went into the tavern with aging lotion and hair dye, and went on a lot of places the next day, until Krum sent a word by Durmstrang's unique message.

Look for Karkaroff, return quickly. '

"Are my weekend plans aborted?" Draco pouted. He was 14 years old now, only with brown hair.

"I'm going back, the professors will be suspicious if I miss two dinners in a row." Alan looked at the time, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

Draco kept his lips curled up until they got back to the castle still sullen, Alan had already gone to see Karkaroff, and no one here would listen to his complaints.

"Oh——Draco, I haven't seen you these two days—" He had just entered the auditorium when a black-haired girl rushed out twisting her waist, as if to give Draco a hug, and Draco hurriedly Avoid it, he doesn't like to be too close to people, Alan is an exception.

"Are you going to defend yourself for that German?" Pansy raised her eyebrows, "I heard that you guys have been dating in some unknown corner for the past two days. To be honest, it makes me sad. I thought we were friend!"

"Shut up, Pansy, you are friends with those fashion magazines," Draco rolled his eyes, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Harry Potter coming out of the auditorium door, followed by Hermione and Ron, and deliberately Loudly said: "Don't struggle, no matter what, you are not the one with amazing beauty..."

Pansy saw them too, and she laughed shrilly, "Amazingly beautiful? Her? Oh my God, what is Skeeter comparing her to—a chipmunk, I guess?"

"Shut up, Malfoy, or do you want to be taught a lesson by Professor Moody again, there is no one here to protect you!" Ron roared.

"That's not what I said, Weasley," Draco raised his eyebrows and sneered, "As for 'your' Professor Moody, I think he's still being punished, and I'm afraid he won't be able to give you justice. "

"Am I wrong?" Pansy continued provocatively. "Is that what it said in the paper—or did I remember it wrong? Didn't you say that, Potter?"

"Okay, Pansy." Draco snorted coldly, persuading without sincerity, "Stop wasting time on these people..."

He remembered that Alan said that he would come back before dinner and that he would give him a surprise.

"Draco..." Pansy rushed in, "Why do you—" She wanted to say why you didn't help me.

Draco turned his head and asked in surprise, "I'm free?"

-

"That's it, let me be quiet." Harry refused the company of the two friends. In fact, he was very lucky to have the two of them, but he still couldn't stop those doubts and malice, even the original innocent friend Also implicated.

Alan hurried down the corridor, then suddenly stopped the boy in front of him.The boy had unruly black messy hair, was thin and small, and his back looked heavy.

"Hi, wait." Alan called to the boy, not sure if his name was 'Potter'.

"Yes! That's it!" The boy turned quickly and shouted angrily: "I was about to cry blind for my dead parents, and now I have to do—" Suddenly, he froze, because behind him was The blond boy with a deadpan face, not the students who were always laughing at him.

"You dropped your pen." Alan didn't feel offended at all, in fact, he didn't have any emotional fluctuations at all, but his calm attitude made the boy blush all of a sudden.

"Um—yes—I'll take—" he murmured, taking back his pen.

Alan nodded casually and walked past him, now anxious to tell Draco something that would cheer him up.

Harry looked at his slender back in confusion, feeling inexplicably happy and a little depressed, after all Alan treated him no differently, at this moment he wished he was a little famous.

The author has something to say:

This chapter foreshadows a little bit of the future of the two of them_(:зゝ∠)_

Thank you to the little angels who still comment on the collection these days. To be honest, I suspect that you all went to the college entrance examination, because the number of comments in the first two chapters is very tragic~~

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