[hp] Pure White Age

This excited Ron, "Something...my dad and I have a different opinion."

"This is often the case between father and son. Does he love you very much but is not good at expressing it?"

"Oh, yes, I think so." Cedric looked back at him in surprise. "He likes to brag about me in front of people, but we don't really communicate much at home." He looked at Ron with brown eyes and smiled, "Don't worry about me, it's not as bad as you think. It's cold at night , shall we go back together?"

They walked side by side in the deserted corridor.When passing the message board, Ron noticed that the other party hadn't replied to this week's letter.

"Perhaps you've heard Peeves cry?" he muttered.

"what?"

"It's nothing." He shook his head hastily. "I mean you need to pull yourself together, Seid. You're the best boy I've ever seen at Hogwarts."

"Isn't Harry Potter as good as me?" Cedric winked at him, then smiled a little smugly and a little shyly (Merlin, Ron really liked his smile).Ron also smiled: "Okay, keep it a secret from Harry."

Ron and Cedric's relationship grew by leaps and bounds, and Hufflepuff would even wait for him at the Observatory after the Night Watch. "It's nice to have someone who can talk at night," said the brown-haired boy. It's the same, but Jazz doesn't shed tears.Ron refrained from hinting anything in the letter. He thought that if the other party was really interested in him, he would definitely tell "Weasel" who was his pen pal.

Another month passed and Cedric and Cho Chang got back together. "I didn't expect her to say yes." He couldn't wait to share his joy with Ron.Ron thought Cedric was the standard Hufflepuff who didn't know they could be 'too friendly' sometimes.

05

"If you don't want to study then don't take such a good seat," Harry said relentlessly.The only cracks in Ron and his friendship were when they fought for the seat next to Hermione before the exam.

"I think you two are getting on too well now," Harry muttered.Ron knows what he's thinking with his toes ("If they stay together, I'll be a light bulb for two years"). "You don't have to worry about anything." Hermione said grimly, throwing the revised homework to the savior boy opposite.

This wasn't exactly what Harry called a good seat.Ron smiled back at Cedric and Cho Chang at the opposite table.Well, well, anyway, Cedric is not a ferret at all, if he was bent, Ron would definitely chase him, but now this option is killed.

"Is there a magic spell that can fast-forward the exam?" Harry looked bitter, "Seamore said there is a party in the Ravenclaw lounge after the exam, are you going?"

why not?Ron wasn't a party animal like Ginny, and his last kiss had been from his aunt.But after experiencing the pain of "broken love" and the devastation of the exam, he should have some fun for himself.

Ravenclaw's party was different from Ron's imagination. This group of intellectuals and visionaries undoubtedly had good taste. They provided unlimited cold beer and blueberry cake, chatted about art and tried kissing under the rotating starry night dome, Harry teased that it was a "cold" party, but Ron was not offended.

He sat in a dimly lit corner, raised his head and took a sip of beer, waiting for Nebula to turn around from another corner.A piece of the blue bench was dented: "Ron Weasley?"

The boy's smile was hazy under the blue light. "Terry Boot." Ron read out the name of the other party, and turned to blueberry cake. "Do you like blueberries?" the boy was still talking to him. "Today's cake and beer are my treat and Michael's."

"You're very generous, man." Ron looked at Boot in surprise. "Did something good happen?" The boy shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe he was looking forward to something good?" The stars and the moon swirled into silver halos in dark blue swirls.Ron didn't understand why Boot didn't go dancing until the boy ran his hands through his hair.

"Your hair is beautiful, like a flame."

Ron swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and a certain switch in his body was turned on, so that's how it feels to recognize the same kind. "I might be drunk." Boot was still smiling, the stars were about to turn to them, they didn't know who stood up first, and they walked out the door.

In the toilet cubicle, Boot filled in the missing piece of the puzzle with a masterful kiss, making Ron feel whole for at least this night.

[300 words are omitted here, in fact there is nothing but JJ is too sensitive...]

The moment Boot was released, he suddenly remembered that Ferret said that he would not have sex with anyone unless it was what he liked.

"I've been paying attention to you since the third grade." Boot leaned on the side of Ron's neck and gave him a wet kiss, but his words made Ron feel wet inside, "This is great, I just said something good will happen today .When can we meet again?"

the boy asked, buckling his belt.Ron noticed that it was a classic from Fuga, and it was expensive.Oh of course, figured the boy must have parents who worked at the Ministry of Magic, otherwise who could afford so much beer and cake?

Ron choked.Wealth, Ministry of Magic, Clothing Taste.There is also the so-called doing with people who "like".In the past, he ignored that the other party was very good at hiding his emotions. This was by no means like Hufflepuff, but more like a "cold" academy.

"We can meet at the Observatory," said Ron.

"I'd prefer a place with a bed." The boy gave that hazy smile again, "Even though I like the starry sky. Did you notice the set I designed above the lounge?"

Ron took a deep breath.That's right, the inside of him is screaming, Terry Boot is the man you're looking for.The boy opened the door of the compartment, his eyes still glued to his face reluctantly.

"Ah, Bout, you're here." Blaise Zabini stood by the sink, showing an impatient expression: "Your girlfriend keeps looking for you, I'm going to be fucking annoyed by her." He joked His eyes swept over Ron who was on the sidelines. "It seems that you are having a good time, which is not fair."

Boot had his usual smile on his face, which made Ron think that he had misunderstood the meaning of "girlfriend". "...Do you have a girlfriend?" "Yes." Boot replied briskly, "It's just a little problem recently."

"Uh," Ron tried to get his words together, noticing the schadenfreude in Zabini's eyes, "so you're planning to break up?"

"Not really," Boot said in surprise. "I like Lisa as much as I like you." He looked at Ron with wet eyes. Well, you should really try." He stroked Ron's cheek tenderly, "if we ever get the chance."

Fuck the fucking Ravenclaw artists.

Ron didn't recover until Boot and Zabini left the bathroom.Bout wasn't a ferret, of course not, and the other guy was in trouble like him, not a fucking trouble maker.There was a flushing sound from the compartment behind him, and the door shook as if the occupants had forgotten how to unlock it.Ron was ready for a drunkard or a pair of tongues stuck together.

It turned out to be a drunk indeed, and it happened that Ron knew his tongue very well. "So it was you who messed with Boot just now, Weasley." Draco Malfoy's shirt was splashed with blueberry jam, which looked a little funny, and he didn't know why his face was gloomy. "It's okay to try something new once in a while." Ron instinctively protected his secret, and left before the other party spoke again.

Even Malfoy has that belt, so it doesn't prove anything at all.Over the next week Ron found it easier to forget about Butter than Cedric (despite his dreams about bj).When Boot greets him at lunch and asks why he hasn't asked him out yet, Ron pays tribute to the girls around him.

06

After two months of secret chats, Ron confirmed that the other party did not reveal his identity, which somewhat frustrated him.He told Hermione that he only wanted a virtual friend, and now that he's been slapped in the face, he really wants to build something with "The Ferret" in reality.

The other party has always maintained just the right amount of mystery, he will pay attention to the things Ron likes, and once even posted two signed photos of Klum on the letter.He'd casually tell Ron that he'd dreamed of him and that he'd probably be broken without him, but those "no mentions" were a sign that their relationship was nothing more than that.

"If you want to see him, tell him," said Hermione, almost viciously. "Don't let him hang you with those ambiguous means anymore." Ron shook his head: "Don't be like Hermione, I can't force him, he is more timid than me in this matter..."

"You always say that." Hermione sighed. "He can't do something misleading and say nothing at the same time. Maybe he hangs several at the same time like Boot? ("Impossible!" Ron yelled right away, obviously he had a shadow over Bout)"

"Okay, then there is only one last possibility." Hermione raised her head and scanned the rest room, "The ferret knows you, he knows who you are, and he hopes to be the one who takes the initiative."

is it possible?Ron's throat went dry. "I think I keep my secrets pretty good." "Details, Ron," said Hermione, glaring at him. "You've given him so many details that he can corroborate them all."

So most likely it was a Gryffindor, or even someone he usually greeted.Ron's heart began to beat faster, and Hermione made sense. If he found out that it was Seamus he was chatting with, he would definitely refuse to meet him in embarrassment.But if the other party doesn't disappear, they must be true love.

This guess made Ron distracted in Potions class, and Malfoy didn't offend him by bumping into him on purpose. "Now smell the prepared potion to see if it's brewed successfully," Snape said.

"I smell ink, and daffodils," said Hermione. "How are you, Ron?" Ron left his cloud of liquid and sniffed Hermione's love potion.The smell of beer, blueberries, and Cedric's hair.He shook his head, and Harry also came closer: "Strange, why do I smell the Burrow?" Hermione and Ron looked at him, as if just realizing it, Harry blushed.

Ron had never felt that the Burrow had a scent, he thought something was wrong with Harry's nose, and Hermione's expression was complicated.As soon as Snape announced that get out of class was dismissed, she grabbed Ron and ran outside.

"Could it be Harry?"

Ron opened his mouth wide.Emotionally he voted down that assumption.Harry seems like a straight guy, 100%, but... who isn't?What's more, when they were in the Burrow, they stuck together almost every day.

"But, um...Harry's handwriting is different from a ferret's," he said dryly. "Handwriting can be changed with a spell!" Hermione stomped her feet eagerly. "And Harry does have some autographed photos of Krum! Krum gave him the Goblet of Fire!"

"But why would he do that?"

"I don't know, but don't you think that makes more sense?" Hermione seemed convinced by her theory, and now she was going to convince Ron, "The ferret's first letter was answered very quickly, like... …Like he already knew about our plans. He kept trying to hide his identity and emotions, but he was so kind to you. Maybe Harry was trying to play a prank on us, and he was angry that we didn't tell him... Or maybe he was real I like you, but don't know how to express it?"

If this was true, Ron would adore Harry, and his disguise was definitely of the Advanced Transfiguration level.His mind tried to match the image of the ferret with that of Harry.Harry often wanders around in the cloak of invisibility at night; Harry will accompany Ron to watch the stars; Harry's parents left him a large sum of Galleons, and he also helped Ron buy many gifts; Harry has Krum's autographed photo... And most importantly, if there was anyone who was the easiest to discover Ron's secret, it was Harry.

"But Harry has no parents," said Ron suddenly.His heart relaxed instantly, "That's right, it's not Harry."

"If Harry was trying to play a prank, do you think he'd tell the truth?" Hermione looked at him like a fool, "especially when it comes to birth?"

"Tell him, Ron, whether it's him or not," said Hermione, "he should know."

At night, Ron lay in bed, thinking about the past two months.Harry portrayed himself as a person who had no courage to come out like him, and warmed him with lies... No matter how you look at it, it looks like the plot of a sensational movie.But Hermione's intentions couldn't be more obvious, and it's time to confess, isn't it?

The thoughts that had tormented him for more than a year slipped peacefully into the depths of his heart this night.Ron looked at it, as he had done with the Boggart, and he saw the bad outcome he had predicted - Harry turning away in anger or disgust - turned into a forgiving embrace.Two months of dear and haveaniceday changed too many things.

"Harry, can we talk?"

07

Harry and Ginny held hands a week later, and Ron helped him discover that the Burrow's scent turned out to be Ginny's floral scent. "Thank you, Ron, for pushing me at a critical moment. I hope you can find him soon." The black-haired boy blinked, "But you know, there's no need to hang yourself from a tree, if things don't go well if."

Ron grinned.It's great that Harry is his future brother-in-law, not a sex-movie hero.The warm sunlight in the auditorium shone on him, and this place has not changed because of the news of his coming out.Aside from the little extra notes (some to his exasperation, others to his surprise) that popped up in his drawer every morning, life wasn't much different.He was sure that someone must have heard about it too, and Ron imagined they would discuss it, and then at some point he would tell each other everything and encourage the boy to come out of the closet as well.

However, the week Ginny gave Harry her lips, "Ferret" suddenly disappeared from the message boards.This sudden move made Ron lose his appetite, and he didn't know what he had done wrong, or, worse, he had done nothing wrong, it just didn't matter so much to the boy.

"He flinched." Hermione folded her hands on her chest, and the difference was that Harry next to her made the same movement as her. "He guessed that you are a weasel. You are walking in the light now, but he still wants to hide in the darkness. He thinks you are not the same way."

"So he really doesn't like me at all?"

Hermione put her hand down: "No, Ron," she gave him a wary look, "I think he likes you, he's just cowardly."

So that's it?After sharing family, comics, stars, and everything else?Maybe life can go back to the original point, but his heart can't.Ron hung his head, the fire in the lounge crackled and it was Christmas next week.

Hermione and Harry were waiting patiently for him to speak.

"Hermione, can you do me one last favor?" he heard himself say. "If there's no response this time, I won't need the Secrecy Charm any more."

08

"Dear Ferret:

It's getting colder and I love winter because my mum cooks the best dinner of the year during the Christmas holidays, her fruit pie and roast chicken are amazing, I'll treat me if I can Two best friends coming to the house for the holidays and hopefully this year too.

I'm also looking forward to this year's Yule Ball, although I haven't found a suitable dance partner yet.You said in your letter that Yule Balls and mistletoe traditions have become a nuisance since you found out you liked boys, and I thought so too.But this year I feel differently, and it's all because of you.It is because of you and me that I have the courage to say what I want to say to the friends I get along day and night, and change back to the self who loves to liven up and dance.By the way, did you know Teri Boot danced with boys last year?I also want to try this year, in fact, I received quite a few invitations, haha, it's time for Hogwarts old ideas to change.

Speaking of this, you must have guessed who I am.I'm Ron Weasley of Gryffindor, also Weasel, it was a real pleasure to meet you.Lately, I've been wondering if I could invite you to be my dance partner at the dance next week?Please don't worry, the choice is entirely yours. I just want you to know that I will be waiting for you at the observatory the night before the dance. If you come, you agree. If you don't, then I understand you. choose.In any case, I will not be the one to stop writing the letter first, as long as you still need me, you have this commitment.

you are sincere

Ron Weasley"

09

For all his anticipation, Ron was prepared for no response, because he knew him.The other party had talked about himself in letters one after another, and Ron outlined the other party's outline along those handwritings - a mixture of pride and fragility, always strongly defending his own dignity, but would back off when Ron was pressing every step of the way. Tell him in a soft tone, yes, you can say that too, but if it is in reality, I will never admit it.

The closest they got to a confession was when the other side took the initiative.Ron hinted many times that he would miss the other party in the days without letters. At first, the other party never responded, so gradually Ron said less, but he didn't know that the other party actually liked it.

"Perhaps you've found a suitable mate?"

"No, why do you think so?"

"You don't say you miss me at the end of the letter."

Then he wrote: "I dreamed about you last night."

"But you haven't seen me at all?"

"...just the outline." Unable to bear Ron's request, he still mentioned the dream in the next letter, "I dreamed that you said you would never write again. When I woke up, I almost thought that It's true." The black ink smeared on the paper, as if the other party had hesitated too long about this sentence, "At that time, I felt like I was about to collapse."

"I won't stop writing, I promise, unless you don't want it anymore."

After writing this sentence without thinking, Ron realized that his heart was no longer free.It was the other party who asked him to make a promise, although now it seems that the other party will leave first.

"Maybe I'll dance with Boot and Lisa at the Yule Ball." Ron leaned against the fire, warming his cold fingers. "He and Lisa invited me." Te and Lisa are the kind of people who make you feel like there's nothing to worry about, as long as they don't make some embarrassing suggestions, of course.

"Okay." Harry was also warming up to the fire, with Ginny's Defense Against the Dark Arts homework spread out on his lap, always handy with a senior boyfriend, wasn't it? "I have no problem, Ron, I think as long as you're happy."

"I'm very happy." Ron said with a smile. He reached out and took a piece of cake in Harry's hand, and the taste of dense chocolate spread between his lips and teeth. "Hey! Harry!" He grabbed his friend's sleeve, "Where did you get the cake?"

"Hermione gave it to her, she got a few bucks from another house last night, wrapped in a nice box," said Harry, "but she won't tell me who gave it to me."

The cake tasted exactly like the one the ferret once gave him.Ron's heart was beating fast.Oh come on, he doesn't want you to know who he is at all, does he?

But he still jumped up from the armchair and ran towards Hermione who was coming with the book. "That's made by Zabini's mother, her pastries are famous in Slytherin." The brown-haired witch told him, and Ron didn't understand why Hermione suddenly knew about Slytherin, and why she was blushing Face.

"Why do you want to know this?" Hermione asked.

Oh, yes, that's right, Blaise Zabini.Ron thought back to the black boy who always had an arrogant look. The boy had undoubtedly inherited his mother's good looks, with deep and quiet dark eyes.But Zabini has no father, anyway, the other party is just someone who can get cake from Zabini.

"Who gave you the chocolate cake?" Ron asked Hermione, knowing that someone must have passed on Zabini's gift to Hermione, just as the ferret had done to him.Zabini didn't even look up to Ginny, let alone Hermione who was a Muggle.

"Oh, this," Hermione blushed even more, and she took a deep breath under Ron's gaze, "Well... Parkinson gave it to me, we met last night on the night watch .”

What the hell happened.Ron remembered Hermione and Ginny sitting together and making fun of Pansy Parkinson, the two girls always at war when they met, not much different from him and Malfoy.But Hermione's expression at the moment suggested that he shouldn't get to the bottom of it.

"I've had the exact same cake from a ferret." Ron shrugged. "But that doesn't prove anything, does it?"

10

The day before the Yule Ball was supposed to be one of the happiest days of the year for the students. There were no classes the next day. The campus was filled with colorful magic decorations. Everyone wandered around and enjoyed the afternoon of doing nothing. Fill the hallway.

"The west corridor is yours," said Ron before parting from Hermione. "And, thank you, Hermione. Anyway, I'm still very happy."

"I know," said Hermione softly, "I admit I don't like him, but I'm also glad he turned you back into the old man."

"How do I look now?"

"Great." Hermione laughed. "Go ahead."

11

Ron walked up the stairs of the observatory, with nothing to accompany him except the occasional flapping of the owl's wings.He came to the top floor step by step, propped himself up and sat on the window sill.He's going to get a result tonight, whatever it is.

While waiting for the ferret, Ron recalled the first time he had come to the observatory alone.It was third year, and Harry asked him to help deliver a letter to Sirius.He came here to wait for Hedwig, and enjoyed a sunset by the way.After taking astronomy class, the night fascinated him even more, and the observatory became his secret stronghold, and few people came here, especially at night.It just so happened that Ron didn't really want to expose his different self to others.

The only bad memory here is running into Malfoy.The time he'd walked up the steps at dusk, the blond Slytherin sat where he was now, his silhouette gilded by the setting sun.

"Are you sending letters to Saint Potter again, Weasley?" The other party jumped off the window sill, blocking his way with his hands in his trouser pockets, "Who are you sending letters to, so mysterious?"

"It has nothing to do with you." He said in a rough voice on purpose, but the other party suddenly approached him and pulled out his right hand hidden in his sleeve. "Where is the letter?" He raised his eyebrows and said, "Did you hide it in your robe?"

Ron couldn't remember which of the other's actions enraged him next, but they had a fight here anyway.The only thing he remembered was that the hand that was holding him was hot, perhaps still sweating—he didn't know, it was probably this strange touch that made him uncomfortable.

He really shouldn't be wasting his time here.Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were having a party in the common room tonight, and even Filch would turn a blind eye.Normally, he would have quickly finished his night patrol and rushed back to enjoy the dessert brought by Hufflepuff.Ron looked up, the stars, yes, the stars are beautiful tonight, there is no cloud in the sky.Tomorrow will be a fine day.

He waited for almost an hour, and the night watch was coming to an end, and if Filch caught him still hanging around... Ron jumped off the ledge, shaking the dust off his clothes.He tried to recall Hermione's words, it's not that he doesn't like you, he's just too cowardly.Even knowing it's just ridiculous comfort.

A rustling sound came from under the stairs, and Ron froze in place, making sure that he didn't hear an owl.There were indeed steps on the stone steps, one step after another.It's him, thought Ron, no one else would be here at a time like this.

The moonlight from the window shone on the top of the boy's brown hair. "Hey, Ron." His face was as handsome as when we first met him.He walked up to Ron and looked up at the starry sky. "You're really romantic, aren't you?"

Ron had never been so confused. "Why are you here? I mean, you know... am I waiting for someone?"

"I know." The older boy tilted his head, his dark eyes heavy. "I broke up with Cho, Ron, and I don't think she likes me that much..." he said, "I don't like her that much either."

Ron's heartbeat was swallowed by the starry sky, and his whole body seemed to be sucked into the vortex of the universe. "...But you are not him." He said slowly, "I misunderstood him before, but now I understand him, and I understand you."

"I'm not." Cedric nodded obediently, "I didn't see you at the party, Hermione told me I should come here. That's right, I'm not him," the boy smiled shyly, "But I Comes first, doesn't it?"

Ron couldn't resist Hufflepuff, especially Cedric.Please, who can?Under such a starry sky?But his heart was slowly dying down, and the only thought on his mind was that Cedric was not a ferret. "Ferret" doesn't necessarily have such a nice smile, and he might even get annoyed with shyness and say inappropriate things.He's not "everyone's" boy, not a classic dessert, but just like him, another ordinary soul who tortures himself.

"I'm very happy, Seid," said Ron softly, "but I promised he'd wait, and I can't break my word."

Cedric looked at him. "I know," he said, "Hermione said I couldn't take you tonight. It's okay, Ron, I just wanted you to know." The scent of cleansing reassures those who are near him.

"I'm right, Seid, you're the best at Hogwarts."

"Of course." The boy blinked as usual and didn't ask unnecessary questions, Ron knew it would be like this.

Hufflepuff left quickly. "If I were here, he wouldn't show up, right?" After saying this, he returned the starry sky of the observatory to him.

The temperature was dropping, and Ron tightened his robe.Although the other party still didn't show up, his heart was warm at the moment, probably being loved would have this kind of power, if the other party could show up, he must tell him how beautiful this school and this world are.

He waited another two hours, wondering how Filch hadn't spotted him by now.Ron couldn't care less about that. He sat on the ground in the lee, lit his wand to keep warm, and it was much better now.Just as he was thinking about how long he had to wait, a voice came from the bottom of the stairs, and Ron stood up abruptly. He recognized the voices of many people, but shouldn't they be enjoying the fire in the lounge?

"You're still here, Ron!" Harry's hand was warm, and he stuffed hot chocolate into Ron's hand. "I tell you, sometimes he's more stupid than me."

"Lovely enough, buddy." Seamus patted Ron on the shoulder and sat down next to him, "But it's really cold enough in here!" The Irish boy tried to make getting along natural, and they hadn't spoken for a week.Ron put his arms around his shoulders: "Thank you, Seamus." The boy's eyes flickered: "Oh, thank you for what? You should also thank your two brothers."

"What did they do again?"

"'Accidentally' got caught by Filch," Dean Thomas added. "The prize room will be the busiest place tonight." Ron winked at him.

"So when are you going to go back?" said Harry. "It's damn warm in the lounge, hot chocolate, pies, games... Come back with us, Hermione is waiting."

This time Ron really hesitated.He'd been waiting for the ferret for three hours, and it was time to trust that the ferret wouldn't come. "Let's go." He held the chocolate in his hand and stood up.The friends stood around him, and they talked about how the other had made a fool of themselves in the game, making Ron laugh, and everything was fine, really, a new life had begun.

Walking down the last step, everyone stopped in unison. "Who brought this?" Seamus asked. "The people in the lounge know we brought you drinks."

Ron picked up the coffee on the windowsill, which was still piping hot.The boys suddenly fell silent, and neither did Ron.After a long time he heard Harry sigh: "I guess you're not going to go, are you?"

Friends appear like magic and disappear like magic.Ron took a sip of coffee, which he liked, and the other party said that this kind of sweet coffee was ridiculous.

"I know you're here," he said aloud, feeling warm hands on his stomach. "Come out, please, I don't want to wait any longer."

Someone came out of the dark.With blond hair, gray eyes, and an expensive shirt from Fengya Clothing Store, except for the lips pursed because of nervousness, the other person looks not much different from the usual jerk.Arrogant, disciplined, rich, bluffing... Should he blame himself for being unresponsive?

Ron coughed and put his hands in his pockets.For the first time, he felt uncomfortable, not angry, facing Malfoy.He prayed that the other party didn't notice his hot ears.

"Why didn't you come up?" he asked. "Are you disappointed to see it's me?"

"If I'm disappointed, I'll be gone long before you hold Digory... Weasel."

The other party's gray eyes looked at him, and the emotions flowed deeper into Ron's heart than ink writing.The starry sky tonight is so pure that it has not been contaminated by the past. In this brand new, he grasped something that had been concealed for a long time, and found that during the five years of fighting each other, they had never looked at each other seriously.

"I didn't know you'd been here that long."

The other party shifted uncomfortably. "I stayed for a long time, really long," he repeated, as if there was another meaning to the sentence, "...only then I went to get coffee."

"Thank you for the coffee." Ron raised his hand to signal, "Didn't you get yourself a cup too?"

"……I forgot."

"Okay," Ron tilted his head, "do you want some chocolate?"

This time the other party didn't answer, he just grabbed his wrist, just like last time, it was hot to the touch and slightly sweating.

Then he pulled him into his arms, closed his eyes and kissed him.

12

Ron visited the Slytherin common room for the first time since the Yule Ball a week ago.He leaned on Draco's shoulder, urging him to check his homework, hey, wouldn't it be great to have a boyfriend who was good at Potions?

Pansy on the opposite side rolled her eyes "Oh, man", her newly cut short hair exudes a pleasant smell of daffodils.Parkinson is not a dog-faced girl, and now Ron dares to admit that the girl is pretty.

"Wouldn't it be nice to finally get rid of a potion idiot?" She leaned on the brown-haired witch next to her, and tore off the homework book she was checking, "Okay, our savior boy should learn to grow up too." Big." Hermione was about to say something, but she was fed a piece of cake.

"Thank me." The dark-haired girl leaned into her ear and said.Under Hermione's puzzled eyes, she looked at the cuddling and bickering figure opposite, "You don't think this is a coincidence, do you? Draco has liked that guy for long enough."

"But how would he know..."

"Oh, please," Pansy couldn't help rubbing his girlfriend's messy little head, "Who else is there in Hogwarts who can cast the secrecy spell so perfectly, except you?"

☆、【Dro】Nightmare

It's been a long time since there's been such peace around here.The darkness swept over everyone's ears like a tornado, including Draco's.In the past few years, he has heard too many voices with these ears, and Huo