Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

"You don't like Harry either?" Draco's eyes lit up and his hands on my waist tightened.

"He is just a guest staying in our house. I don't have any extra emotions towards him... I just know that he is very important to the future of the Malfoy family, that's all."

I thought about it for a moment and gave my own understanding.

Draco seemed even happier.

"That is to say, you don't care about him...why not...about me..." He interpreted my words while observing my expression.

"Of course, we are blood relatives! How can he compare with you!"

What a guy who is always worried about gains and losses...

I lay on his chest, and my heart was beating like a drum.

My heart has been biased from the beginning.

Everyone feels sad for the savior with a tragic life story, but I am the only one who feels sad for the young man in white who was hurt by Shen Feng Wuying and fell in a pool of blood.

"We can rely on each other, Draco..."

I felt him gradually losing strength.

We snuggled up to each other and fell asleep in the secret base.

Half asleep and half awake, I seemed to hear Lucius and Narcissa teasing: "The two little guys... just like to hide here..."

"Just like when we were kids..."

"Every time you feel wronged, you come here..." Lucius softened his voice.

"At that time, my father always locked me in the attic... My background was the biggest taboo..." Narcissa sighed.

"My father and I feel the same way... We are just too worried about losing..."

"Luke, not here... not in front of the kids..."

"It's okay, they're sleeping soundly...Relax, Sissy...Obviously, you'll feel it better this way, right?"

What kind of talk are these?

I must be dreaming!

The next day, Draco and I woke up in our bedroom.

"Did mom and dad send us back last night?"

Draco's ears turned red, he grabbed the hem of his pajamas and stammered.

Naturally, the only ones who can open the secret base are the Malfoys.

"That should be the case... They are the ones who pick us up every time..."

"I don't know when they came..." Draco covered himself in the quilt, leaving only a small tuft of platinum hair exposed.

"He probably didn't hear our whispers..." I also went in.

The only source of light in the darkness was Draco's beautiful grey eyes.

His pupils trembled slightly and his eyes moved.

Then, my lips felt wet.

"Draco, what are you doing!"

I put my hands on his shoulders, we were so young!

"Dad kisses Mom like this too..."

He came closer again.

“That’s different…” I tilted my head and his lips brushed across my cheek.

"Don't you like me kissing you?" He looked hurt.

"Of course not...it's just..."

My lips felt hot again!

"You actually attacked me by surprise!" I quickly covered my mouth.

"It's certainly not the same as a kiss on the cheek..." Draco muttered softly.

"What's the difference?"

"You'll know if you try it." Draco smiled triumphantly.

"No way!" I don't want to kiss a little kid.

"It doesn't matter. It's the same if I take the initiative... Dad said that boys should be more proactive..."

He attacked me under the armpits.

I'm super ticklish.

He hunched his body and took a defensive stance, but his chin was adjusted at an angle.

"Well……"