grryffindor secret

"As you can see, Zabini, our guardian Horntail." Harry introduced feebly, "Okay, be polite, let's say hello to it, Hermione? Ron?"

His two best friends had the same glazed-over expressions as Blaise.The Horntail snatched a basket of fruit from some hapless portrait—does it still eat apples? Draco sat on Harry's forearm, expertly cradling the Gryffindor's neck, admiring the wonder of the three older children with pride.

"...I've never seen a portrait of a dragon do this!" Ron said with difficulty.

"Hungarian Horntail, are you alright Harry? This must have been on purpose by Snape." Hermione looked at Harry with a complicated expression.

"Draco's not joking," Blaise said dryly.

"Of course I didn't!" Draco protested.

"Yes you didn't, now Draco. Snitch," Harry said to the portrait.

They were at the door of the dormitory, looking at each other with a little Griffin.

"Gry! Have you eaten yet?" Harry put Draco down as soon as he entered the door, and Draco happily ran to Griffin, and the little boy sat down on the blanket in front of the fireplace with his little friend.

"Again. Be polite, say hello to Griffin." Harry said with obvious amusement as he slumped onto the cushion next to Draco and let himself slump on it.Decided that now that it was over, let him at least have some fun with it, seeing Hermione's look like that wasn't easy either, it was more pleasing to him than Blaise Zabini's dumbfounded look. "It's okay, Gry won't eat you. It's so small."

"Damn it! Harry! Where did you get a Griffin?" Ron asked incredulously, and he found a cushion to sit on too, with Hermione next to him and Blaise on Draco's other side.They formed a small circle, Griffin eyeing each new face curiously in the space between.

"It's such a rare creature," Hermione quickly flipped through the information about Griffins in her brain, and entered her teaching mode, "They are rare and usually used to guard treasures, but only highly skilled wizards can work with them They became friends, and—" She tilted her head, tentatively reached out to Griffin, and it came over and rubbed her fingers, "It shouldn't be so friendly, Griffin won't trust wizards easily."

Blaise nodded, "Please treasure every time I identify with Granger." He said exaggeratedly, and Hermione rolled her eyes, "And it shouldn't be this small, I mean, it's too small," he said, holding his hands together Open and together, "—it's only so big."

The scene of the empty classroom was repeated, and they were all waiting for Harry to speak.

Harry thought, he must have said more today than all these months put together.Well, he thought he should get himself something to drink. Harry was sure what he was going to do next would make Hermione angry, but he did it anyway, "Dobby?" he called tentatively, and sure enough Hermione frowned at him, but didn't stop him.

The excitable elf snapped into view and bowed deeply to Harry, his big tennis eyes filled with tears again, "Harry Potter is calling me! Oh it's Harry Potter and his friends! Has...Little Master Draco?" Its voice was strange and slightly frightened.

Both Blaise and Draco watched the scene in front of them curiously. Harry was uncomfortable under their gaze, but he needed to go on, "Hello Dobby, don't mind Draco, he won't hurt you, I think—"

"Harry Potter is saying hello to Dobby! The great Harry Potter is saying hello to Dobby! Oh Dobby is dreaming—"

"Dobby!" Harry raised his voice, interrupting the elf's excited soliloquy, and Dobby looked at him expectantly, "I need your help, can you bring us some pumpkin juice and— Draco? Want something to eat? I bet you'll be hungry soon." He turned to the little boy for advice.

"I want cookies!" Draco replied quickly, his big eyes starting to light up again. "The ones we had for dinner!"

"You're eating a little too much, Draco. I won't indulge you next time..." Harry said resignedly, turning to Dobby, "Cookies and pumpkin juice, can you bring us some over here?" ?”

"My pleasure! Harry Potter!" Dobby said in a trembling voice, and then it snapped away, and ten seconds later, Dobby reappeared in their dormitory with a basket of cookies and five cups of pumpkin juice.

"Thank you, Dobby." Harry said carefully, anticipating what the elf would do next—

"Harry Potter said thank you to me! How lucky Dobby is!" he sobbed loudly, bowed deeply to Harry again, and snapped away.

There was a few seconds of silence in the room.

"You have a huge fan, Potter. An elf who used to belong to the Malfoys." Blaise recognized Dobby and concluded dryly, taking a cookie first and popping it into his mouth because it was too sweet Griffin grimaced, "... Draco has had such a sweet tooth since childhood. So are you ready to start your speech about Griffin? Always different Potter?" He gave Harry an unapologetic smirk , Harry no longer finds it funny, Zabini has regained his usual ease, and the familiar Slytherin voice - always with a rising tone, which reminds him of the 17 who always spits out the punchy words gracefully. Year-old Draco.

Damn Slytherin.

Draco realized that he wasn't going to want to be part of the upcoming conversation with the older kids, so he focused on his Gry and more cookies. Harry noticed Draco's decision to back out, and he was actually going to start explaining the extra little furry trouble, and before that he enlisted the help of Hermione to transform a couple of tiny stuffed animals for the boy and Griffin, and Draco asked for the dragon, She made small Horntails, Welsh Green Dragons, Chinese Fireballs, and Norwegian Ridgebacks out of the extra padding—that one was like Hagrid's little Norbert, the only ones she'd ever seen.

"Okay, goddammit let's get started," Harry said, wishing he was a silent cookie too. "After that I need to take a shower and go to bed."

"You have to show us that chamber of secrets, Harry." After a few minutes, Hermione said forcefully, her brows deepening as Harry went deeper and deeper into the explanation, "Maybe there's a jinx in there too, like the bathroom The one, you know. I don't think a room opened with wizard blood would be a good omen."

"What bathroom?" Blaise asked interested.

"It's none of your business, Zabini." Ron said. He didn't have a good impression of the Chamber of Secrets either, but he was more inclined to let Harry take him to explore the Chamber of Secrets guarded by the Griffin statue. Maybe he could get a Griffin too. , and then he could take it to show off to Fred and George - come to think of it, this is the symbol of Gryffindor!What's more, Ron's mind drifts away, and it can also help him drive away spiders...Sometimes he really needs such a powerful bodyguard——

"You don't want me to take you there now," Harry said deadpan.

"Oh of course not," Hermione replied, "but I think we'll have plenty of time after Potions class is over tomorrow morning."

Harry screamed in pain, he forgot that there was only one class tomorrow.The only one, Advanced Potions with Slytherin.He really didn't wonder why Snape didn't answer them that day except for a note, and didn't comment on his bold declaration on Defense Against the Dark Arts, at least tomorrow, they were meeting.

"Okay," he muttered resignedly, "tomorrow, after Potions."

When he finally saw off his two best friends and Zabini, Draco was tired, it was a long day for a five year old.Actually the little boy didn't show it too much, but Harry was very observant, and the cookie was left to dry, and Draco just sat quietly with Griffin in his toy and waited anxiously for Harry to finish their big day. Children's conversation.

"I guess you're tired, Draco." Harry took a deep breath, his throat still feeling dry even with pumpkin juice to save him.He bent down and picked up his little boy, and laid Griffin gently on Draco's pillow, which was also drowsy. "Let's go take a shower together, shall we?" Harry consulted with the baby in his arms, "That will save us some time, and then we can get into bed as quickly as possible and end the day."

Draco rubbed his eyes and nodded, Harry got an affirmative answer, and he took the little boy into the shower as fast as he could.Everything was going well, except for a little problem that wasn't an accident when helping Draco wash his hair, the little boy refusing his blonde hair to be lathered with strawberry scent - their bathroom was also cleaned, and the morning shampoo for the kids Still peach flavor!

"Every kid should like strawberries, isn't it?" Harry asked in frustration, but no one would answer him, Draco really hated that strawberry shampoo, and he even put a heart-wrenching distance from Harry until He rinsed the soap off his hands.Finally forced, Harry gave Draco his own.This is really weird, when he wrapped Draco in a big towel, Harry thought helplessly, at least in his impression, the breath of a child should be sweet, not this refreshing mint taste.

He changed Draco's pajamas, put him on his bed, turned around and pulled out his own pajamas and put them on. "The long day is finally coming to an end." Harry let out a long breath, throwing aside the towel wrapped around his waist, "Come on Draco, let's finish the last important thing of the day."

"What?" Draco asked softly, his blond hair curling cutely in all directions, making him look like a little blond Harry in a way.

"Dry your hair before you go to sleep." Harry grinned as he climbed into Draco's bed, knelt behind the little boy, and ran his fingers through his blond hair, "Let me think, quick drying spell? Or do you want Try letting me summon a Muggle hair dryer?"

He knew that he was melting into his cuteness bit by bit.

It was early daylight when Harry woke up, struggling to realize that he might be causing a serious accident - if he didn't get up again, he'd be late for Snape's class.And there was just enough time for him to wake Draco not so gently, then hurriedly washed himself and Draco, threw the potions book into the bag, said hello to Griffin, and rushed down the hall.However, when he pushed open the bedroom door, one of his shoes was not fully on.

He rushed to the hall with Draco in his arms. There were very few students here at this time, and he was not surprised to find that Blaise was waiting for them, and Hermione and Ron were beside him, obviously they had finished their breakfast.Everyone was staring at Harry and his little boy, who were both messed up.

"Good morning," he said dryly, walking quickly towards Blaise, putting Draco on the bench, and stepping in himself on Blaise's right, "Draco, I'm afraid you need to hurry up today," he said gloomily Supplements for little boys.

Draco, still not fully awake, nodded vaguely and picked up the little fork that Harry had transformed for him.

"Harry, is something wrong?" Hermione asked worriedly as she watched her best friend begin to gobble up the little boy's plate.

"Nothing," Harry lisps back, his mouth full of pumpkin pie, "I just overslept."

Ron's mouth opened and closed, and as Harry's main companion when he woke up in the middle of the night, he couldn't learn more about the quality of Harry's sleep.So he was surprised that his good buddy didn't lose sleep due to nightmares, and even managed to sleep through time.He looked at his girlfriend, and Hermione had clearly realized the same thing.

Blaise quietly watched the Gryffindor trio interact, taking responsibility for Draco's care. "I think we'd better go now, we need to go down to the dungeons, it's not close... unlike you Gryffindors, I'm not used to facing Professor Snape's wrath—" he said lazily after a few minutes Open your mouth.

"Damn! Zabini! I know! Don't remind me of this!" Harry swallowed his last bite of the pie, growling under his breath at Blaise, his hair, which he had hastily flattened with water, curled up dangerously again.

"Watch your language, Potter. We have kids here." Blaise took the initiative back, gracefully picking up his schoolbag and standing up, turning to Ron with a smirk, "My question, is he always this grumpy in the morning Weasley? "