grryffindor secret

For a moment Harry felt sick.

That's Draco Malfoy.

And he was with him, in every sense of the word.

He had received a note from Snape a little later after the Defense Against the Dark Arts ended, informing him that an elf would bring Griffin's food to the dorm, and he didn't have to worry about that.He asked Harry to report to Draco in time if there was any abnormality in Draco's body, and he could use Floo powder if necessary, and he connected the headmaster's room with the fireplace in their dormitory. "Well, maybe it's time to introduce Griffin to Ron and Hermione," he said to himself, considering inviting them to his and Draco's new dorm after dinner.

Harry pulled out the map, bent down to study it with the curious Draco for a while, and then they caught Blaise in the corridor leading to the Slytherin cellar, and he informed him that he would take Draco to sit with Slytherin at dinner Together, as a reinforcement of the statement.Before doing that, he decided to go back to their dorm with Draco to see Griffin.

"How are you Potter? Is everything okay?" Blaise asked. "I heard about Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon."

"Of course," said Harry, as Draco was attracted by the leprechaun statue beside them, and he let the little boy run towards the statue, paying attention to him, and continued casually, "They know I'm not kidding, if those people Really do something out of the ordinary. They will regret it."

"Do you know what you just showed, Potter?" Blaise said, but he seemed to be struggling with something, "You reminded me again that you really are the savior of the wizarding world, you wouldn't know the radiation just hit you What a force. Even if your appearance still looks as bad as before." He moved his eyes to Harry's trademark messy hair and raised an eyebrow.

Harry snorted when he heard the words, "Think about it, if you are also a great Harry Potter." He said sarcastically, "Even if you dress like a little girl at a tea party, people will admire you."

Blaise smirked. "You have a twisted sense of humor," he declared.

Harry shrugged, "See you at dinner." He said simply, and left with Draco.

On the way back to the dormitory, he handed the Marauder's Map to Draco. The little boy excitedly compared the names on the map with the people they met on the road, and kept checking with Harry whether it was correct. He answered tirelessly, feeling that he Completely recovered from the dangerous declaration in the afternoon.

"I bet you'll like this, Draco." They finally reached the bedroom door, and he pointed to the portrait of the Horntail, and said to Draco, "You were asleep when we got here yesterday, you want me to hug you." Do you see it?"

Draco held out his hand for Harry to pick him up, and looked up to see the much larger portrait, his chest heaving violently, "Hungarian Horntail!" he exclaimed excitedly, "their black scales are so beautiful, And their horns." The little boy sighed, and Harry smiled at his frenzy.

"You like dragons." He turned the question into a statement.

"They're like my name," said the little boy, waving his little hands, and Harry had never seen Malfoy express emotion like this, it was very fresh and interesting, and he looked at the little boy encouragingly, letting him continue his speech, " My mother bought me a lot of picture books about dragons, but not this big. I mean, like a portrait." There was awe in his tone.

The portrait of the Horntail was lying in the shade of his tree, belching fire, and Harry noticed it proudly wagging its long, bronze-spiked tail, which made him flip over. Rolling his eyes, he couldn't forget how he was tortured by the fourth grade one.

"You really like dragons, maybe we can apply to your godfather when the Christmas holidays come, and let's go to Hogsmeade and pick out some new books about dragons." Harry said to the little boy, who admitted that he Loved seeing Draco laugh, the way the little boy was terrified this afternoon almost broke his heart, and now he was gleefully describing his dragon crush to himself, "Well, anyway, let's go in first, why don't you Say the password to this hornet yourself? The password is the golden snitch," he suggested gently.

"Golden Snitch!" Draco said to the Horntail in his lovely childish voice, and the Horntail lazily opened its yellow eyes, and the portrait opened.

Of course Snape knew Draco liked dragons.Hungarian Horntail or not, even if he was friendlier than before, of course he would not let go of any small chance to tease Harry, not to mention it would make Draco happy - Snape!

They had just pushed open the wooden door when they caught a Griffin galloping towards them. It honked at Harry to express its joy. Harry wondered why it didn't fly. Draco wriggled and asked Harry to put him down. He knelt down and picked up Griffin.

"Gry!" the little boy called it affectionately. "How are you doing today?" Griffin squinted and enjoyed Draco's touch.

"What do you call it?" Harry asked curiously.

"Gry, I want to call it Gry, it has the same eyes as mine." The little boy looked up at Harry, big silver-gray eyes twinkling, and Draco pouted, "Harry, can't you? "

Hell, Harry thought, he bet Draco could get anything he wanted with his doggy eyes, at least with him.

"Of course you can, Draco." He really didn't have any resistance to such a coquettish Draco, did he?He suspected that he had thrown all the pampering he had accumulated over the past 17 years on Draco Malfoy in front of him.In fact, he has never had the opportunity to pamper anyone in his life. In fact, he realized that he is loved by everyone.Apart from the fact that he had to get rid of Tom Riddle, he had a lot to lose, but he really had a lot, and he was pushing them away now. Harry suddenly felt depressed. What had he been doing?But he couldn't help himself.

Draco carried Griffin into the armchair next to his bed, and Harry followed.The house-elves had cleaned the place while they were off to class, and he found that even his and Draco's morning clothes had been washed and neatly folded on their respective beds. Harry pushed open the window next to Draco's bed, and the cold air swept into their room. From here, they could see the Black Lake in the distance, and there were a few pines and cypresses outside their window, covered with snow.

It occurred to him that snow smelled like pine trees and butterbeer.Draco giggled to the crackle of the burning fireplace in the bedroom, something Harry thought he would always remember.He used to think that what he loved most was sunny days, sunshine and breeze, but now he is convinced that all these are too natural, and he has since fallen in love with Dongxue.

"We can sit over there, we still have plenty of time before dinner," he said to Draco, and as a light snow fell in the sky again, Harry closed the window and pointed to a clearing in front of the fireplace where the With a big blanket and some soft cushions, it was obviously a play area, "Take Gry, he can move around there. You can also continue to tell me about your favorite dragon, okay?"

Excited by his proposal, Draco hopped out of the armchair, took Griffin and threw himself into one of the soft cushions near the fireplace, watching as Harry approached and sat on the other cushion beside him.

Griffin circled the open space in front of them a few times, and finally chose between Harry and Draco. Harry transformed his and Draco's small cushion into a big one, and Griffin lay down comfortably between them, tightly Leaning against Harry's lap.At that moment, he felt his heart melt again.

"My favorite is the Longhorn!" Draco said, and Harry noticed that whenever something excited Draco, his little face would flush noticeably, due to his pale skin.This was rarely seen in the 17-year-old Draco Malfoy, perhaps because he was still young, he would not suppress his emotions.

"——Although the Horntail has black scales, I prefer the dark green color of the Longhorn, and it also has gleaming long horns." The little boy nodded, as if confirming his opinion, "Actually, the Venomtooth is also very Great, but it's too small, isn't it? Even though they fly the fastest..." Harry looked at Draco indulgently, listening intently to his tirade about the various dragons, enjoying the little boy babbling to him.This was far more interesting than hearing Hagrid talk about his little Norbert, who even ignored Draco's unintentional revelation about Lucius Malfoy's illegal acquisition of longhorn horns as Draco's birthday present.

I must be crazy, Harry told himself.

He is falling.

In the evening, Harry brought Draco to the hall ahead of time. Before going out, he changed Draco into something more suitable for dining. Since he is not 17 years old, there is no need to be bound by the rules anymore. To hell with school uniform robes, I hope He can do the same.Greeting Hermione and Ron, telling them to wait for him at the entrance of the hall after dinner, Harry found the long Slytherin table, picked up Draco in his arms, and took a seat in the middle.

"Harry, someone is still staring at me." Draco sat primly on Harry's left hand, gently tugging at the hem of his robe, whispering in fear.

Harry grabbed the little boy's shoulders and brought him closer to him, "It's okay, remember what I said this afternoon, Draco?"

Draco nodded, "You said you would be responsible for me." He repeated Harry's words.

"Yes, I will protect you. No matter what happens, I promise not to leave you, I will be here."

"Will you be here?" Draco asked, and Harry smiled when he realized that was the question Draco had asked him that night.

"Of course, I'll be here." He also repeated the answer from the day, and then he thought of something, and added, "Now you just have to imagine those people staring at you as goblins and secretly tell you that I am. made."

Draco laughed. "Goblins?" He relaxed. "I've seen them! But they don't look like them."

"Yeah, goblins, of course they don't look like it, baby. Do you know how to get rid of them?" Harry guided his little boy, "Grab 'em, spin 'em in a circle, and then?"

"Throw it out!" Draco replied loudly.

"Correct!" Harry squeezed Draco's little face, "You just have to throw them all out of your head, who cares about them? Now you just have to watch me and your dinner, okay?"

That's exactly what Blaise saw when he came into the Great Hall, Draco saying something cheerful to Harry, and the Gryffindor watching him tenderly, filling his plate for the little boy, deformed to fit Draco's little boy. cup.There were quite a few Slytherins already seated, nodding at Harry, and Draco, and sitting on opposite sides and flanks of those two with delicate expressions, but discreetly leaving a place for someone next to Draco . Blaise was sure it was for him, and of course, never underestimate the powers of observation of Slytherins.

"I'm dreaming. Potter and I formed a clique," Blaise muttered, but he strode closer to Harry and Draco anyway. "Good evening, Draco, Potter." He didn't forget his manners, of course.

"Hi, Blaise!" Draco responded cheerfully. He was eating a cookie, and the corner of his mouth was covered with cookie crumbs. Harry wiped it off with his fingers for who knows how many times. What's at the door of your bedroom!"

"Huh? What's there?" Blaise stepped into his seat, and he locked down an apple pie. "I can't wait to hear the answer."

"We have a Horntail as a guard!" Draco said proudly.

"What?!" Blaise dropped his apple pie.

"Come on Zabini, I thought you'd understand that Draco was just talking about a portrait..." Harry waved his wand to make the piece of apple pie slump on the table disappear, smirking happily, honestly, he admired this too much One scene, what did he see? Blaise Zabini's dumbfounded.

"We still have a Griffin!"

"Oh no Draco—"

"A Griffin in the same portrait as a Hungarian Horntail? That's pretty rare." Blaise grabbed himself a new slice of apple pie, already experienced, calm, just a portrait, Hogwarts here, come to think of it.

"Portrait? No, Gry is a real Griffin! It has golden feathers..."

"What?! Oh my apple pie!!"

Harry started to have a headache again.He shouldn't have forgotten to tell Draco to keep Griffin a secret, hadn't he?Now he had to explain it, and to Zabini, he paid the price for his carelessness once again.Well, he told himself, well, since Draco trusted Zabini, so could he.

Wait, Draco?It's Malfoy!He yelled to himself in his mind.