After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

"Lamia, I've been eating well and in a good mood recently. You can drink as much as you want. Can you choose me?" Harry played the role of a pitiful person based on his own experience.

"Lamia, I only give you this one chance. If you can't grasp it, then don't expect me to care about you again." Although Draco tried his best to control himself from lowering his head, the fear and tension in his eyes revealed his true emotions.

"Why don't you believe me? I told you that I will satisfy you all. Go back." Lamia touched Harry's messy black hair and rubbed it a few times.

"Then I'll go back and wait for you." Harry's face flushed, and his steps left with excitement that was hard to ignore.

Draco still stood still, with anticipation in his eyes, his fingers tightly grasping the corner of his clothes, "That idiot Potter actually allowed others to touch his head. I hate this behavior the most." Although he said so, his platinum head lowered little by little, his hair fluttering in the wind, as if he was looking forward to the touch of the person in front of him just like his owner.

"Draco, I'll come find you, you go back." Lamia didn't want to be nice to Draco so easily, but she missed his smell a little.

Lamia gently kissed Draco on the forehead and said, "Wait for me tonight." He turned red all of a sudden, like a shrimp thrown into boiling water, and his body stiffened. "Okay, okay." Draco felt his heart was about to jump out. Before Lamia could speak again, he covered his chest and ran away quickly. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, Lamia would notice that something was wrong with him.

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Harry lay on the bed, "Ron, do I smell strange?" He sniffed hard and could only smell the refreshing scent of shower gel.

"Merlin's strappy sandals, brother, you've taken three showers, how can there be any smell? Just let me sleep. I've asked you so many times, if someone doesn't know you, they would think you have a date tonight!" Ron impatiently covered his ears with a pillow and covered his head with the quilt.

"No, no." Harry stammered but couldn't think of an explanation.

But Ron next to him fell asleep and snored softly while Harry was frantically trying to think of an excuse.

"Dong" the sound of claws hitting the glass was heard. The sound was very small, but Harry's eyes quickly opened and he looked at the bat that fell into his arms, smiling with his eyes curved.

"Lamia, I thought you weren't coming." Harry said aggrievedly, "Please don't go looking for Draco, okay?"

Lamia transformed into a human form without hesitation and lay on top of Harry, "Harry, you've crossed the line." She touched Harry's lips and rubbed them.

"I'm sorry, Lamia, I'm just too worried. I'm afraid you don't want me." Harry anxiously held Lamia's hand, his brows furrowed, and his green eyes were filled with moisture.

"Don't worry, Harry, I'm not tired of you yet. You have to have confidence in yourself." Lamia relaxed the blood vessels in Harry's neck as usual. "Harry, you smell like mint cake. I like it." She sniffed his neck carefully, and the cool air sprayed out gave Harry goose bumps.

"Lamia, could you please stop sticking to me?" Harry seemed to have made up his mind when he spoke, his eyes tightly closed and his cheeks flushed, as if he had been severely bullied.

"Don't you like it, Harry?" Lamia leaned closer, and Harry seemed to be able to feel Lamia's cold body under the thin clothes.

"No, Lamia, I, I..." Harry opened his mouth, but no words came out and his body was tense.

Lamia felt something was wrong under her body, and was slightly stunned. She quickly took the last step and stabbed her fangs into Harry's defenseless neck, sucking greedily. Harry trembled involuntarily and his fingers turned white from being pinched.

Lamia calculated the time and her appetite and pulled out her fangs, and Harry opened his eyes almost at the same time, "Lamia, you're not very hungry tonight, are you?"

"Yeah." Lamia didn't tell Harry the truth. She didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, such as being forced to mediate a fight.

"Are you leaving?" Lamia's movement of getting up completely panicked Harry. She stayed with him every night, but this time...

"Harry, go to bed early." Lamia didn't explain. She left a light kiss on Harry's upturned nose, turned into a bat and disappeared out the window.

Harry leaned on the windowsill and looked out, only to see the dark, cold night. He squatted on the ground in frustration, muttering, "Lamia, I really want you to be mine."

The window glass reflected the boy's slightly red cheeks, and the possessiveness and jealousy that was about to overflow from his eyes.

Lamia flew for a long time before returning to the Slytherin common room, where the lights were still on. She transformed into a human form in the corner, pushed open the door, and found Draco sitting on the sofa with an upright posture, and he seemed to have changed his clothes.

"Draco, why aren't you in the room?" Lamia didn't expect to see him here. She originally wanted to go directly to the dormitory to find him.

"I can't sleep." The corners of Draco's mouth rose when he saw Lamia, but his voice still sounded strangely awkward.

"Really? Then I'll be leaving." Lamia suddenly had an idea - to tease this stubborn young master. She pretended to leave, and Draco stood up nervously. "Don't go, I'll wait for you, okay?"

Lamia lost her balance and was pulled onto the sofa by Draco. Inertia pulled Draco, who also lost his balance, down, and they both collapsed on the sofa.

Draco's body pressed down on Lamia tightly, his head resting on her shoulder. The noble fragrance that belonged only to young people penetrated into her breath mercilessly, causing her mind to go blank for a moment.

Lamia completely released her desire and acted recklessly on Draco's white neck until his lips turned pale and his body felt cold. Lamia then reluctantly pulled out her fangs, and the dripping red blood beads painted a bright red on his neck.

Lamia sat up, feeling herself flooded with pleasure. She hadn't felt this satisfied in a long time. She licked her fangs, "Draco, you've never let me down."

Draco was pushed aside with a pale face and satisfaction in his gray eyes. He liked Lamia like this.

"Okay, you have classes tomorrow, you need to rest." Lamia got up from the sofa and prepared to leave.

Draco beside her held her back, "No, I don't want to sleep." He struggled to stand up from the sofa, but due to excessive blood loss, he could only fall weakly to the ground.

Lamia sat on the sofa, looking at Draco who was kneeling in front of her legs, "Why? You need to rest." Otherwise, there will be less blood. Lamia tried to pull him up from the ground, but Draco shook her hand off.

"Can you come to see me more often in the future?" Draco rubbed his face against Lamia's knees and asked cautiously, his eyes full of hope and greed.

"Draco, get up first. It's not good to be seen like this." Lamia extended her hand again.

"I won't get up unless you come to see me every night!" Draco lay on her knees, his hands tightly holding Lamia's calves. "Promise me, I will get up immediately."

"Okay." Lamia said straightforwardly. That was what she had been thinking. After she finished speaking, she forcefully pulled Draco up. She needed to sleep to digest the situation.

Lamia left Draco alone in the lounge and returned to the dormitory. She was still the only one living there, and the dead silence made her sigh comfortably.

Draco in the lounge seemed to have discovered a new world, his face flushed with excitement. "So if you do this, Lamia will be very easy to talk to, Harry. So this is how you do it."

"Draco, it's you."