[HP] Noble

Everyone hurriedly placed Ron on an overturned broken sofa in the small room. With the help of Sirius, the condition of the red-haired Gryffindor finally improved a little, and those terrible abscesses on his body had begun The stutter fell off, "I want some muscle-boosting potions, if there are any, Severus, we can't let Molly see this, it will scare her." Chang said that the latter's face was tense, and finally nodded, turned and walked out of the door - the potion research room is arranged in an old warehouse under Black's old house, where there are various emergency potions, It was put there early in the morning.

"Sirius, I didn't expect you to be very good at healing magic." George said in surprise when Sirius held up his wand and sprayed the mint-flavored light blue liquid on Ron's arm.

"Not very good at it, just a bit of research on certain plague spells." Sirius said without raising his head. Now, Ron finally stopped shouting, and those wounds finally stopped giving him the burning pain. He gradually calmed down, and his breathing became even and peaceful.

"...I found that magic book in my mother's bookcase." Draco said lazily, leaning against the door with his chest folded.

"Yes, that's right, kid." Sirius turned his head and growled in a low voice, as if he really didn't want to mention this, "Because this is the tradition of the Black family, the plague curse they have always been proud of!"

"I don't understand what you have to shout about. This is your family tradition, and you have learned it since birth—even if he is the black magic that wizards of light disdain, but what's wrong with that?" Draco frowned.

"I never thought there was anything to be proud of being part of an ancient Dark Magic family." Sirius stood up from the sofa and said with a serious face.

"So you've never been better than Regulus Black." Draco shrugged indifferently and gave Sirius a smirk.

As if he didn't see Sirius completely furious because of his words, he took out an old pocket watch from his coat pocket, glanced at it casually and put it away, "I have to go." Prince Slytherin said calmly. He straightened up and was about to open the door when he was grabbed from behind.

"Okay, let me go, boy." Draco turned his head, and said gently to the third-year Slytherin who was staring at him, "The banquet is coming to an end, and my father won't bear to miss a lesson in the closing speech." Such a disrespectful thing happened to the master—you should be grateful for this, at least you can spend Christmas safely, and I will settle the score with you."

The two Slytherins pulled out the door, no one stopped them, and everyone was busy carefully observing every second of Ron's changes.

"I can't wait to see how you're doing. I'm crying." Scorpius said sarcastically, slamming the door behind him.

Draco let out a long breath: "Perhaps I can consider giving you a solid beating, but you know, I'm afraid I don't have enough time today, I probably only have time to do this..."

With a slight push on his shoulders, Scorpius' back pressed against the cold wall.All the lamps in the stairwell have been damaged due to age, and the only light is a dim light from under the crack of the door, and the vision has become blurred—in such an environment, other senses and intuitions tend to change. In the silence, Scorpius felt the senior Slytherin slowly approaching.

That's very, very close.

So close that the two of them were almost completely exchanging each other's breath.

"At least there is still time to do a disinfection."

The soft lips covered it, and it really smelled like rum. Draco bent down slightly, pinching the black-haired Slytherin's chin with one hand, and stroking his body with color with his thumb. The lower lip of the servant, "Please don't stare at me when I try to kiss you." He muttered calmly and vaguely, and covered Scorpius' eyes with his other hand.

Now, they are completely glued together.

Draco deftly used his tongue to penetrate into the mouth of the man in his arms, and he firmly grasped Scorpius' jaw to prevent him from making other movements until he was sure that his breath covered every tooth of the latter, They're tongue-in-cheek, even though one of them is obviously very awkward about it, but it unexpectedly arouses those unspeakable desires in Draco.

Slightly separated, Draco removed the hand covering the third year Slytherin's eyes, and as expected, the other's eyes stared as if he had seen the devil.

Draco raised his eyebrows and pressed it again. This time, he stuck out the tip of his tongue and wetly licked the wound on Scorpius' lips bitten by Weasley: "Don't be so surprised, at least I won't be like someone Bite you like a fool."

"What's the deal with a drunk lunatic."

"You are quite generous." Draco took half a step back.

"He didn't stick his tongue in." Scorpius frowned.

Prince Slytherin rolled his eyes in a less aristocratic way: "That's because he's stupid."

"You're the only one who's smart?"

"of course."

"You were also in the fourth grade, right?"

"Otherwise what do you think?"

"Oh, what a confession. Draco, I thought you'd at least quibble?"

"There's nothing to quibble about. I'm really disappointed that you only found out that it was me now." The platinum noble said as a matter of course, and he took out his damn pocket watch again and looked at it, "Okay, I should really leave."

"Before I cast a jinx on you, get lost."

"Let's go now," Draco lazily put his hands in his trouser pockets, turned impatiently and went down two flights of stairs, then turned his head as if thinking of something, "maybe you can tell me, at least I'll take the Is it your first kiss?"

"Yes, you did, sir."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The moment Draco twisted his face back, even in the dim light, it was not difficult to see that Slytherin visibly raised the corners of his lips.He still walked gracefully and calmly as he did when he came, turned around and disappeared at the end of the corridor.