Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

"Aurora, what's in the belly depends on the man, have you forgotten?" Draco said impatiently.

"If little Potter wasn't here, it would only prove that Harry can't compare to me." He looked very proud.

"It's not time to announce the prizes yet..." Harry's hands gently massaged my abdomen.

"And here, don't miss it." Draco rubbed me carefully with his hands.

The originally fair skin color turned pink.

"If it were to transform into an Animagus form now, it might be a pink unicorn..." Draco teased.

"Please, stop talking..."

I was firmly trapped in the arms of the two.

It didn't let me go until the oil was completely absorbed.

Before I could change my clothes, the two of them had disappeared.

After a long time, Draco came out of the bathroom, all steamy, his hair soaked through his robes.

"Harry hasn't come out yet?" he asked, looking around.

"I didn't see him..."

"Damn it, is it longer than mine?" Draco gritted his teeth.

I am not an innocent kid, so I realized his unfulfilled meaning belatedly.

"Don't make it too long. I'm not strong enough to handle it."

I quickly begged for mercy.

"Harry and I have decided that after you give birth, we will take you to exercise more and improve your physical fitness..." Draco pinched my arm: "It's soft everywhere..."

"Girls are all like this!"

I quickly pulled my arm back.

"Is that so?" Draco asked doubtfully.

"Of course, girls are all sweet and soft, not like you guys, who are stinky and hard!"

Draco came forward and smelled my hair, then picked up the robe he was wearing and put it under his nose.

"There's no strange smell..." he said to himself.

Of course not, Draco exuded a fresh herbal scent.

"Is it because I smell sweat?" He looked apologetic: "Sorry, I don't know..."

"No, I was just kidding..."

I quickly took his hand and walked to the dressing table.

While adjusting the wind speed of the hair dryer, she gave him a head massage.

"Fortunately, your human form has short hair. If you were an elf..."

Before he finished speaking, Draco took off the alchemical ring in front of me and restored his elf appearance.

His eyes were full of mischievous smiles: "Then I'll have to trouble Mrs. Malfoy to spend more time on me..."

Mrs. Malfoy...

My face felt hot again.

"What? Are you not used to it? I guess I'll have to help you get used to it sooner in the future..." Draco's grey eyes were filled with tenderness.

His cascading platinum hair was as beautiful as silk.

I rub the hair oil in my palms to warm it up.

"You helped me just now, now it's my turn to help you..."

He guided my hand and reached inside his collar.

"My hair isn't dry yet..." I whispered.

Draco was wearing only a dressing gown.

What I can feel is his smoother lines than those of Roman sculptures.

I poked his eight-pack abs with my hand.

"What?" Draco frowned.

"Didn't you say we should reciprocate?"

I squeezed some extra hair oil and rubbed it all over his body.

"you!"

"It says on it that it can also be used as a body oil!"

I rubbed it gently.

A muffled groan sounded in my ears.

"Aurora, you little rascal, aren't you afraid of our retaliation after you unload the goods?"