[HP] Marriage relationship

Today is Christmas, the most important day for the Malfoy family.

On Christmas five years ago, Alan and Draco wore the same style of wizard robes, walked towards each other with the blessings of all wizards, and exchanged rings.

Finger-sized fairies hold flower petals and sprinkle them with sparkling glitter.

This wedding, which gathered most wizards from all over the UK, was not as extravagant and high-profile as imagined. Instead, it was extremely simple, but the details were exquisite, and the intentions of the two couples could be seen everywhere.

On Christmas of the second year, in the bedroom of Malfoy Manor, they used blood and magic power to draw a magic circle with various patterns one by one.

In the following whole year, Alan did not take a step out of the bedroom, and continued to send magic power into the magic circle without stopping. In the last few months, he could not even maintain his human form, and turned into Hydera and lay in the middle of the magic circle. The magic circle that has started to operate autonomously is actively absorbing magic power from him; and every other week, Draco will paint the magic circle with his own blood. The magic circle is very large, and Draco has been in a state of anemia and weakness. He couldn't recover with potions, so that year, he didn't leave England except for his home and the Ministry of Magic.

On Christmas of the next year, Alan turned into a human form, sitting cross-legged in the center of the magic circle, with a hint of a smile on his pale and handsome face.

Draco pressed the wound on his wrist, painted the entire magic circle with blood for the last time, and then walked carefully to Alan and sat down.

They haven't been so close for a long time, because the magic power required to conceive offspring is too great, Alan has maintained the prototype in the later stage, Draco gently approached Alan, and the two kissed, only lips gently Touched.

Then Draco saw the newborn, his son, on Alan's lap with flopping calves.

The magic circle, which had been maintained for a whole year, completed its mission at noon that day, and slowly disappeared. After the first second of contact with this world, the little boy with red skin closed his eyes tightly, trying hard to adapt to this place. After a while, he might feel too tired, so he burst into tears.

The loud cry passed through the curtain behind Draco and Alan, through the closed door and the deep corridor, and he told the entire Malfoy Manor that I was coming.

Lucius and Narcissa led a group of people to guard the door of their room, and immediately ran in with the doctor and St. Mungo's nurse after learning that the baby had been successfully born.

A room full of wizards and witches is busy in an orderly manner under the command of professionals.

Lucius was arranged to get all kinds of odds and ends, but he always put his feet on his feet and tried to take a look at his grandson behind the layers of human walls, but the medical staff didn't allow them to get too close, and then he saw Sirius, who was chatting with his godson at the door, immediately went over to show off like a successful person with his head held high.

Alan and Draco sat side by side with their heads leaning on each other. They were both too tired to speak, but the atmosphere between them was very warm.

Draco laughed suddenly, and said, "Alan, I thought the children bred by the magic circle would look better, but I didn't expect them to be uglier than other people's."

Alan squinted his eyes and tried to recall the appearance of the little guy. In the ten months before this, he could only feel the weak pulse and the magic power that was constantly draining. It was like a bottomless pit, and then he thought The little guy's red and wrinkled skin was wrinkled like an old man's, but it was extremely delicate, as if it would burst and bleed when touched lightly.

"Like a small red walnut." Alan said softly.

"I think his eyes are like yours, and the shape is beautiful."

"Then the color of your eyes probably depends on you, like the clear sky, like a lake, or like the stones on the pair of cufflinks you gave me, they will glow."

"That's what I did with my own hands."

"very nice."

"When I came here just now, I saw that it was snowing outside, and the ground of the manor was covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost."

"That's sure to be nice."

"Today is Christmas, our wedding anniversary, and this little walnut's birthday. Do you want to see the snow? Alan."

"think."

"Then let's go later...to build a snowman...to name the little walnut...I want to...kiss you..."

"..."

"..."

Draco hadn't heard Alan's response for a long time, and he could only vaguely feel his warm breath hitting the side of his neck rhythmically. Can't see anything.

Narcissa turned her head and saw two people cuddling together and falling asleep while maintaining the posture of sitting on the ground. Their faces were tired, and their eyes were still dark blue, but the corners of their mouths were relaxed and raised.

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, 7 years old this year, is the youngest Malfoy and a well-known "little prince" in the British wizarding world. He inherited his outstanding appearance and extraordinary talent from his two fathers , and under the guidance of his elders, he has developed a kind, brave, cheerful and optimistic character, and a little cunning, so that his grandfather will not always doubt that he will become a Gryffindor at the age of 11. .

'Scorpio' means 'Scorpio', corresponding to his father's name, and they are all named after astronomical constellations. He always likes to look for the one that represents himself among the stars in the sky on midsummer nights. The brightest star, until he started to learn the disgusting astronomy, that star seemed to him very romantic and poetic, rather than complicated star charts and star trails.

His middle name was given by his grandfather, which comes from the name of a giant in Greek mythology, and entrusts the best wishes of his elders to him.

He has a pair of eyes similar to Alan's shape, maybe because Draco provided most of his blood when he was growing up, and this is the only thing he looks like Alan.

Light blond hair, gray-blue eyes, beautiful facial features perfectly combined, and the same restraint and elegance coming from the bones.

It's just that Scorpius has been very sad since he was sensible. He obviously has the same face as Draco, but his status at home is not the same at all.

He kept hearing from an uncle with wild black hair and emerald green eyes that his father, Draco, was the most enviable man in the world.At first, he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but then he gradually understood.

If one day, his father wants to eat fish, then there will be no other dishes on the table, and Alan's father will only criticize him. Although the family nanny and grandparents are all on him, but the little Scorpius is still a little envious, he also wants to eat the dishes made by Alan's father.

Grandfather and governess always say 'This is not allowed', 'That is not allowed', 'Malfoy can only do this', 'Malfoy must do that', but none of these include 'Draco Malfoy', in this manor Here, his father is the freest.

"Alas...", Scorpius sat on the small swing specially built for himself in the garden, and sighed old-fashionedly.

It's hard being a Malfoy.

The author has something to say:

In fact, Scorpius was conceived by the magic circle. I'm sorry, I can't imagine my Alan with a big belly... Pretend to have this magic circle, after all, it is a magical magic world.

Tomorrow, I will continue with the little ferret. Hehehe, I suddenly thought of a super fun stalk during the day: Iliad is actually a potion maniac. People do experiments, so Draco said hehehehehehe...I feel like I'm going to change the name to 'Draco's Experimental Record'.Do you have any potions that you want to see, let Eliad try it on Draco, such as shrinking potions and so on~