[HP] Time Corner

After seeing Harry's memory, the wizarding world returned to calm, but Draco's mood became agitated.

Pay attention because you care.At that time, he almost greedily shared all the memories left by Harry, feeling sorry for his childhood and proud of his achievements...

Caught off guard, he discovered what he hadn't seen before—the complicated eyes Harry stared at him when he left Malfoy Manor—there was nostalgia, reluctance, gratitude, and love, love?Draco swears that he is absolutely right, his mother often looks at his father with this look, he is so familiar with it!And finally, a word that Potter said silently, if he was not blind, it must be his name.Bastard Potter!

At that time, after realizing his inexplicable feelings, he almost resolutely suppressed it in the bottom of his heart, and then made more troubles for Potter. Now it seems that it is a wise decision!

—Dare to deceive a Malfoy!Fortunately, he thought he was just a passer-by in Potter's life, or, in other words, an enemy, and he suppressed himself so hard!

Draco Malfoy almost gritted his back molars, subconsciously clenched the badge in his hand, and the little unicorn exuded a faint serene aura.

He was almost terrified that Potter was gone...

Honey dukes.

The platinum boy in a dark green robe sat opposite to the fierce brown-haired witch.

Silent for a long time.

Finally, Hermione spoke impatiently, "I said, Malfoy, you didn't come to me just to sit like this, did you? We are so familiar, what else do you have to say?! I see you usually tease me When Harry was at it, he wasn't at all restrained."

When Harry was mentioned, Draco's eyes darkened, and finally he said in a low voice, "Miss Granger, I have a question—" Draco's pale face was stained with a blush.

"Harry he... I, I mean Potter, he..."

"What do you want to ask?" Hermione asked curiously.

Draco seemed to be desperate: "Who is Potter's favorite?"

Hermione froze - an absolute rarity in her life.She looked at the platinum aristocrat in front of her, he was even more handsome, with a pale face unique to aristocrats, exquisite facial features, but with a persistence that he didn't usually see.persistent?

— she understands!But he's really a jerk, and he's usually the one who troubles Harry.

"You like him." Affirmative tone.

"Yes, that's right." Draco hung his head like a defeated rooster.

"When did it start?" Her Majesty, who rarely gossips, continued to ask.

"Are you enough!" Draco snarled, embarrassed enough already!

"Okay, okay, third grade." Tragedy for Draco, who couldn't get an answer if he didn't answer the question.

"No wonder, you looked like you took gunpowder that year!" Hermione thought thoughtfully.

"Now that you know, it's time to tell me the answer!" The platinum boy almost collapsed on the chair.

"I don't know when Harry fell in love with you," Hermione looked at his face, and continued, "The first time he realized this was in the third grade, when you were caught by Buckbeak At that time, his face turned pale, and I thought he was worried about Hagrid." Seeing Draco showing a trace of disdain, Hermione rubbed his forehead, forget it, "He told me afterwards. He seemed to like Hagrid." Fucking you, the moment you were hurt, it was as if someone grabbed his heart."

Draco froze for a moment, "Why didn't he say it, I can't see any sign."

Hermione frowned in dissatisfaction, and smiled sarcasticly: "You still said Harry, you won't forget what happened to you at that time!" Hermione imitated him, and said in a drawn-out tone, "Oh, saint Potter, you say you've got your eye on a Malfoy? Go back and look in your mirror, tsk, such bad taste—"

"Please—" Hermione startled.

"Don't say any more!" The young man's face was pale, and he, who had always paid attention to his image, put his head in his hands at this moment, big and big teardrops flowed from those gray-blue eyes, soaking the robe on his chest. "Stop reminding me what a jerk I was, please—"

"Malfoy, I'm sorry, you—don't do this, I, I apologize—" Hermione stammered to comfort him.

However, at this time, he is like a stubborn child, unable to listen to anything.

"Malfoy, you are a fool, fool!" Draco Malfoy, who was completely immersed in his personal world, left the brunette witch and staggered away.The young man who has always walked proudly now seems to want to fall down at any time, surrounded by a background that has nothing to do with him.

Apparated back to the manor.

Draco violently swept all the books on the desk to the ground, and the Potter family crest in his pocket was glowing with a faint white light, exuding a serene and quiet atmosphere.He stroked the badge almost reverently, "Potter, what should I do with you, let me know when I can never see you again, my unrequited love for so many years is just a joke, just one word, you will be by my side. Potter, what should I do?"

He leaned limply on the chair, with a miserable look on his face.

"Xiaolong, you should take a break, you will break yourself."

"I understand, Dad." The boy replied mechanically, "But now is an important period of adjustment, and the actions of the nobles should be paid more attention to."

Lucius Malfoy knew his son didn't take his words to heart.He should have understood earlier - after all, once Malfoy was tempted, it was a matter of a lifetime.In the second grade, because of Potter, the little dragon who had never disobeyed him cast a confusion spell on the house-elf, so he understood his son's intentions for Potter.Since Potter's death, his dragon had buried himself in the work—a magical creature's instinctive remembrance of a supposed mate, and he was powerless to stop it.

His little dragon matured quickly enough to take on the burden of the Malfoy family, but his body was getting thinner and thinner day by day.

"Xiaolong, Potter wouldn't want to see you so sad." Although Lucius seemed to swallow a mouthful of seductive shit when he spat out the name, he still tried to persuade his son.

"Father, I..."

Lucius twitched the corner of his mouth bitterly, "Xiaolong, I understand how you feel, but you should be more careful about yourself."

"kindness."

——Yesterday, a large-scale prison break occurred in Azkaban, please pay attention to safety and reduce going out. The Daily Prophet

Draco, who had just finished negotiating business, was on his way back.Suddenly a group of wizards dressed in black and hooded surrounded him.

Draco subconsciously clenched the port key in his hand, as long as he activated it, he could return to the manor.

——However, no, malfunction!Damn it!With a low curse, Draco quickly drew his wand.

"Haha, Malfoy, you didn't think you'd see us again."

The platinum noble smiled ironically. "Oh, what do you want to do?"

"Kill you," the leading blond boy said bitterly, "You have the chance to save us all but you are still hypocritical, oh, what a fair trial for every Death Eater, why did the Parkinson family and the Zabini The family is fine, they are your friends. This is your justice?!"

The group of people giggled and echoed with sarcasm.

"Oh? You think so? It really disappoints you, why are you not Malfoy's friends?" Draco dragged his long aristocratic tone.

"Let me think about it, how did the Malfoy family escape the trial? It's the testimony of the savior. You are really priceless, sending yourself to the savior's bed." The man looked at him contemptuously, surrounded by laughter voice, "Potter is so enthralled by you. Malfoy, you traitor to the Dark Lord!"

Draco's face flushed with anger, "You are not allowed to insult him." Draco shot angrily, "Crucio."

……

ended.

Draco knelt on the ground trembling, he killed someone! ! !

He stood up with difficulty, walked a few steps slowly, and sat down under a tree.

Draco looked at his platinum-blonde hair that had been winding down to the ground in a daze, but at this moment he had no energy to study what had happened.Draco, whose mana was exhausted, closed his eyes reluctantly. At this moment, even if someone came to kill him, he would not be able to move a finger.Draco, who was in a coma, didn't notice that the badge on his chest was emitting a faint white light, gradually covering his whole body.

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Sensitive little dragon, awkward little dragon, your mother will give you a chance~~~~~~

this life