[HP] Marriage relationship

Alan's expression didn't change a bit, his pure black eyes didn't blink, he stretched out an index finger to push Draco's head aside, and fastened it calmly under Draco's stunned gaze. Some messy tie, then looked at Draco expressionlessly, his bright red lips gently opened and closed under the moisture of wine, and said: "I will not fall in love with anyone."

Draco smiled, as if he had just met, and in fact they had just met, he stared at Alan with a strange look, and the suppressed emotions in those gray-blue eyes almost burst out.

"Don't talk too much, Mr. Castei," Draco's voice was clear and clear between a boy and a teenager, and when he deliberately lowered it, it took on a hoarse taste, but it didn't feel rough at all. Alan remembered the comfortable and heart-wrenching feeling of stepping barefoot on the sand at the seaside when he was a child, "But it's best if you can think like this, you should be able to see that I hate you, from before I saw you, when I saw you This feeling has deepened a lot after you... So, you'd better not have any thoughts about me, if possible, I don't want to have anything to do with you. "

Draco paid attention to Alan's expression, as if he really hoped to see some pain from his calm eyes, or see regret from that white face, but Alan just simply Nodded, said nothing.

As if he really didn't care much.

This made Draco a little frustrated, no matter what he said or what he said, the other party always had an expression of reluctance, which really made him uncomfortable, like facing a piece of wood.

Like a kitten that failed to provoke, Draco barked his teeth and bluffed, but unfortunately the person in front of him didn't like that, so he could only curl his lips and lie on top of Alan like a rogue, and ordered in that drunken voice: : "I'm tired, take me to the guest room to rest."

Alan lifted the veil and took a look. The huge banquet hall is still luxurious, with countless well-dressed men and women talking in it. Behind the veil, hugging each other in an intimate way that some hoped for and others didn't want to see at all.

Or it wasn't a hug, because it was just Draco lying on Alan's body. Alan's hands were still hanging on his legs, and those long, strong and beautiful legs were half-curved against the wall, forming a beautiful but extremely uncomfortable posture. .

But Alan didn't move, and Draco didn't make a sound. In his posture, his face was buried on Alan's shoulder, and his breath was filled with a faint scent of roses. That was definitely not his smell. Draco was very Clearly remember that he absolutely did not use any scented accessories on his body today, and perfume is useless.

So it might be the smell from the conversation with Narcissa just now at the rose bush.

The fabric of Alan's suit is also very comfortable, much like a toy that he often hugged to sleep when he was a child.

Draco unconsciously rubbed on it as he thought about it, and when he noticed that the owner of the thin chest froze suddenly, Draco raised his head and couldn't help but slap his head. Sure enough, alcohol is not a good thing, drinking too much The brain will short-circuit.

Alan's expression finally changed. With a little surprise, he watched Draco, who was slightly shorter than himself, rub against his shoulder a few times, then raised his head, and slapped When he touched his head, it was as if the platinum head didn't grow on him.

The blond boy lifted the veil again and took a look, holding Draco on his head with both hands. When he was about to go upstairs, he suddenly remembered something, put Draco on the nearby sofa chair, and quickly ran to Behind the veil just now, he quickly came over with two things.

He hurried over maintaining his quick and graceful steps, and while putting a mask on his own face, he put on Draco's. Anyway, in a hall where everyone wears masks, the two of them don't Wearing a mask is too conspicuous and disrespectful.

Alan, who helped Draco up the stairs, didn't notice that he put the silver mask that Draco was wearing on his face in a hurry, and his black mask was naturally on Draco's face. face.

Just because he didn't notice it doesn't mean others can't find it. Near them, Audrey, who was talking with someone, turned her head and saw this scene. As a noble girl who had 'plans' for tonight's honored guest—Master Malfoy One, she certainly remembers Draco's mask from the beginning.

But now the mask was on Alan's face, and the silver diamonds shone between the golden hair, looking very beautiful.

Audrey didn't know the agreement between the two families, nor what happened to Draco and Alan, but she knew very well what would happen if she didn't stop it!

"Sister, don't be stupid!" Just when Audrey couldn't help but want to walk over, the blond girl who was standing opposite her grabbed her arm and said in a low voice.

"Jerica!" Audrey opened her eyes wide and looked at the girl in front of her who was roughly similar in appearance to her, bit her lips bitterly, and said, "You've been standing by Malfoy's side in one night?"

Jelica covered her sister's mouth, and she turned her head to gesture to the brunette boy on the other side. The handsome boy who was a little older than her shrugged, asked Jelica with his eyes, and helplessly looked at his fiancee on the right side of his face. He kissed her, and chatted with others with a smile on his face.

"Sister," Jelica pulled Audrey to a corner with few people before letting go, patted her chest with lingering fear, and said, "Of course I didn't, but why did you stop them?"

"Your goal has been achieved," Audrey snorted, using her characteristic sharp voice, but this time she did not yell, "throw Alan to that kid! You can imagine what will happen."

Jelica shook her head silently. She motioned Audrey to look in a certain direction and said, "We can't stop it, look."

Audrey looked at the past, and Mrs. Castell was having a good conversation with Mrs. Malfoy. The two luxuriously dressed, elegant and noble ladies even watched Alan and Draco leave. After they disappeared in the spiral staircase After the top, they even said a few words to each other.

"There's nothing we can do," Jelica sighed.

"..." Audrey was silent for a long time, and finally just shook her head, and left here with her skirt lifted.

"Sister, even Alan is engaged. Don't you have someone you like?" Jelica said to Audrey's back. After she said those words, she froze for a moment.

***

After Alan opened the door, he let go of his hand and quickly walked to the other side.

Draco raised his head, ripped off his tie and threw it to the floor, his eyes shifted from the crystal chandelier hanging from the top to the thickly carpeted feet, and in a blink of an eye, he took this ornate, expensive furniture to the floor. I looked at the bedroom with exquisite decorations, and seemed to be very satisfied with the decoration here. I nodded and said, "The decoration of your guest room is good, and it suits your taste."

Whether it's the burning torches on the wall, the bedposts with intricate patterns, or the furniture with a strong baroque style, this bedroom with strong colors and rich decorations is exactly what Draco has in mind. It can be said that so far, here is Draco's favorite place.

"Thank you for your compliment." Alan's voice didn't fluctuate at all, as if this was a very common thing, and there wasn't even a slight fluctuation in tone, let alone expression.

He also didn't tell Draco that this was actually his bedroom.

But it’s not the same as before. Before he left last time, the decoration here was still very simple. The carpets were all black and white stitched rectangles, just like Alan, monotonous and plain, but now, the carpets have become shapes. Irregular square, with long soft fur that sinks when stepped on, and returns to its original shape as soon as the foot is removed, obviously very expensive.

Marcia is indeed a very qualified housekeeper, and his mobility is no less than that of young people.

It's not surprising that Draco would like it here, because this bedroom is decorated according to Draco's favorite style. Draco will have a complete file of Alan's information, and Alan will naturally have his here.

The housekeeper who took care of Alan since he was a child is also very aware of his shortcomings, and made a form for Alan according to the information in great detail, trying not to make mistakes.

Pointing to Draco, he said with a blank expression, "You can take a shower first, there are new toiletries and towels in the bathroom, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco glanced at him in surprise, and immediately raised his eyebrows, and the sharp brows became even more wanton, "You... seem to be inviting me?"

He deliberately elongated his voice and called Alan's name affectionately, as if they were really lovers.

That kind of sticky and ambiguous atmosphere came out all of a sudden.

Alan moved his mouth, noncommittal.

"It seems that you like alcohol-after-problem-sex." Draco jumped out word by word, grinning with white teeth, only the torches on the wall in the room gave off a dim light, reflecting on the faces of the two Unreasonably weird.

The jumping flames magnified the shadow countless times and reflected it on the other wall. The wallpaper full of strange lines on the wall suddenly became more grotesque. Fill the space here.

Draco's eyes were fixed on the mirror on the wall strangely, he walked closer, just to the left of Alan, and then raised his hands to take Alan's head to the mirror.

"Find something?" Draco said, taking a step back, allowing Alan to stand completely in front of the mirror.

Alan looked at himself in the mirror very seriously and shook his head.

Draco laughed, reached out his hand to Alan's face, took off the silver-white half-face mask and threw it aside, with a trace of unconscious obsession in his eyes, he looked at the mirror in amazement, pale fingers Gently put it on the mirror, and traced Alan's face along the outline.

Such a posture is like two loving lovers embracing in front of the mirror.

"Did you mean it?" Draco said.

Only then did Alan realize that he was wearing the wrong mask in a moment of panic. He pursed his lips and was about to speak, but Draco tore off his mask, turned his head, and grabbed Alan's lips.

By the way, his words were blocked in his throat.

Alan lay obediently on the bed, his dark pupils staring at an ethereal point on the ceiling, as if he could not feel his fragile waist stuck on the hard wood beside the bed, nor could he feel the man lying on his body biting his cheek angrily. Shoulder.

He was in such a fragile posture, but his face was expressionless, his lips were easily put together, and he had no desire to make a sound.

The flesh was bitten tightly by another person, the delicate flesh finally couldn't hold on, the smell of blood gradually leaked out, and the pain gradually deepened, Alan still remained motionless, allowing Draco to tear his crotch apart. tie, and ripped his shirt.

Draco let go of his mouth when he tasted the rust, a look of helplessness flashed across his face, but he looked at Alan's indifferent look.

As if he was singing a one-man show, the urge to drink just now was suppressed. Draco took a deep breath, slowly rolled over from Alan, sat on the edge of the bed, and pressed his right index finger from his lips. Kneaded together and rubbed, some wet, I don't know if it's blood or something else.

"Why don't you continue?" Alan's flat voice came from behind, he was still in the posture pushed down by Draco on the bed, his blond hair was messy, his shirt was messed up, and his shirt was brutally dismembered by Draco's hands , the crystal buttons fell to the ground.

"I'm not interested in raping a corpse," Draco said.

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