[HP] Dark Fairy Tale

"Mr Potter—"

The blonde girl with a pretty face lowered her eyes slightly, and she saluted dignifiedly. She glanced over from under the long and curly eyelashes with an unworldly innocence, and the slightly raised corners of her eyes added a touch of charm.

The people around couldn't help but take a few more glances. A young boy's eyes were a little straight. Los Lange smiled a little complacently when he saw this, and suddenly his expression froze for a moment, as if he was being stared at by something terrifying It was the same, and a chill suddenly appeared on the back.

He looked around cautiously for a while, but found nothing unusual. He looked at Harry again as if he was being overwhelmed, "If you are sensible, you can keep her as an assistant——Carrie is in Beauxbatons. But the chief of Agatha Academy."

Sensing someone's sharp gaze from not far away, Harry took a sip of the red wine in his glass, concealing the slightly raised curve of his lips, and then said calmly: "Such a well-behaved girl, don't suitable for those."

Lange seemed to choke for a moment, unable to tell whether he was really puzzled or dissatisfied with the people he brought, so he changed the subject with a smirk.

Blaise looked at his friend's smirk, which was almost unstoppable, and his heart tightened. He raised his glass and touched him, signaling him to follow him.

The two came to the garden where the fragrance was floating casually. In an unoccupied corner, Blaise casually put the wine glass on the sculpture base beside him. He stared at Draco with concern, "You recently What's going on? Has the inhibitory medicine no longer worked?"

"No." Draco hesitated, and said softly, "He knows, I haven't taken it this month."

"How come?" Blaise's face changed slightly, "What did he say?"

Draco shook his head silently, not wanting to talk further.

Under the bright and cold moonlight, the gray-blue eyes seemed to be shrouded in a hazy mist, and there was a bit of melancholy between the brows without showing any gestures.

Blaise also fell silent, and after a while, he asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do?"

"For the first time in so many years, he is willing to respond to me." Draco looked at the bright red and clear wine in the glass, and said slowly, "How dare I miss it?"

"You are not afraid of—"

Blaise shut his mouth and swallowed the hurtful words, only to feel a splitting headache.

I can't wait to shake this friend who loses reason and prudence when he meets someone, but I'm also afraid that he will really miss the only possibility of happiness.

But what was the reason for their concealment for so long? ——letting that person know that Draco had awakened the blood of the moon elves for him was simply to hand over a heart completely and undefended to him, and it was to tell him bluntly that he was from Harry Potter. Draco Malfoy has no ability to resist the damage.

He knew the past so well that he was even more worried about his friend. If that person wanted to take revenge, he could easily make him die of pain and never recover.

"afraid."

Draco said lightly, the trembling tail voice disappeared into the cold night.

He was stunned for a while, and his voice gradually lowered, "But I'm even more afraid that he won't even lie to me, and he also knows that I can't do without him, so there's no need to lie to me...he's no longer Need to perfunctory anyone in order to achieve the goal..."

Look at your potential!

Blaise stared at him with hatred, "So what? Are you getting back together?"

Draco's eyes were blank for a moment, making him even more depressed.

"What is this ignorance?!" Blaise rubbed the twitching forehead, "He has never admitted the relationship between you, in case anyone notices—do you think your reputation is not bad enough? ?”

Draco forced a smile, "You still care about that stuff?"

"It's not funny at all." Blaise glared at him again, and after a while, he shook his head helplessly, "I admit that he is a very strong leader, and his behavior is very suitable for Slytherin, but, he really It's no longer the Gryffindor you fell in love with."

"Are you sure that what you are after is still what you wanted in the first place? You have done so much for him, and maybe you can't offset the little moment of embarrassment and retreat at the beginning—is it really worth it?"

"I awakened my bloodline because I loved him, not because I awakened my bloodline and fell in love with him," Draco murmured, "No matter what it becomes, it's him—"

Blaise said seriously: "Anyway, give yourself some leeway, Draco."

"Thank you for your concern, Blaise." Draco turned his head away, with a desperate determination in his tone, "However, now, do you think the reserved feelings can still move him?"

Silence spread, Bryce sighed deeply, reached out and patted his shoulder, and said with a wry smile: "Then I wish you good luck."

When the two returned to the hall as if nothing had happened, the last dance had just ended, Draco looked towards the center of the crowd at first glance, and saw the blond girl from France who was slightly shyly asking Harry to dance , He pursed his lips tightly, the sudden anger welling up in his eyes was hard to hide.

That'smine--

Stay away from him idiot--

Draco gritted his teeth and looked away, barely suppressing the roar that rushed to his throat and almost blurted out.

"Sorry." Harry glanced at the sweet and innocent smiling face lightly, showing a faint smile without sincerity, "No."

She never expected that the young Lord Dark Lord could be so unmannered. Carrie was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head obediently, with a pitiful look of enduring embarrassment, "I took the liberty."

Harry smiled noncommittally, and the corner of his eye swept across Draco not far away, whose tail was about to curl up, and he put him aside, and continued to turn around and chat with Lange, saying It brought up the recent visit of the French International Magic Trade Standards Association to ask for cooperation.

The corner of Percy's mouth behind him twitched almost imperceptibly, and he winked at Daniel.

A gloomy look of "Why me again" flashed in the eyes of the blond wizard, and he soon evoked a bright smile, and with a few words, he brought the girl who was at a loss and stood there into the dance floor.

Facing his friend's suddenly bright eyebrows and eyes, Blaise wanted to cover his face, and touched Draco's arm quietly, his lips moved, and his voice was extremely low, "You also restrain yourself."

This kind of reaction that all emotions and sorrows are tied to another person is really terrible——

He subconsciously looked at Pansy, who was smiling brightly on the dance floor, his eyes darkened, and in the blink of an eye he returned to cynical laziness, his wandering eyes searched for the lady who was alone.

After the banquet was over, the guests left one by one. The Potter Manor was still brightly lit, but suddenly fell silent.

Draco dawdled to the end, looking at the black-haired young man standing in the most bright and conspicuous place in the hall, who was so lonely and deserted as if he was in the boundless darkness, he couldn't say goodbye.

Harry loosened the neckline casually, and while walking towards the corridor, he casually ordered: "Follow."

Draco quickly walked over and followed him step by step.

"What do you think of Lange's request tonight?" Harry lowered his head and unbuttoned his cuffs, asking in a consulting tone.

Draco's eyes widened, and the retort came out almost without thinking, "No—"

Harry frowned at his excited tone, "Any questions?"

Draco stopped in his tracks, with the surging sourness and anger stuck in his throat, he opened his mouth, and after a while he couldn't say a word, "That woman obviously has problems, how can we keep her—"

The movements in Harry's hands froze, and he looked over with strange eyes.

"Draco," he said slowly, with a strange expression on his face, "have you been distracted all night? I'm asking about the revision of the tariff agreement—"

Draco was stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he was so embarrassed that he wished he could tuck himself into the crack of the ground.

Harry seemed to find his appearance very interesting, so he couldn't help laughing. The light smile spread for a moment, and then slowly faded away.

Does Harry feel that he has no distinction between public and private?

"Sorry." Draco cleared his throat and whispered with some anxiety, "I'll pay attention next time."

Harry approached him, and said with a half-smile, "It's jealous, huh?"

Draco glanced at him quickly, like a child occupying his beloved toy and refusing to let go, he reached out and grabbed his robe tightly, and asked tentatively without much confidence: "Can't you?" ?”

Harry seemed to think about it carefully, and then nodded under his anxious and expectant expression, "Of course."

The corners of Draco's mouth twitched slightly, and he narrowed his eyes contentedly, when he was suddenly pushed lightly and pressed against the wall.

The hot kiss, with a faint smell of alcohol, fell down abruptly, raging on his lips, Draco's back was pressed against the cold wall, and he felt a little pain from the uneven relief, but he seemed unaware of it Normally, after a slight start, he raised his arms around Harry's neck, giving him the most eager and obedient response.

With their lips and teeth entangled, both of them closed their eyes, forgetting about taking each other's breath, as if they had never been separated.

After touching each other for a long time, Harry backed away a little, licked his rosy lips, and when Draco was panting for air, he leaned against his forehead and sighed, "You're still so narrow-minded."

Draco's heart was sour and sweet at the same time, he subconsciously softened his voice, his soft eyes were like sparkling lakes under the shining lights, "I was wrong——"

There was a little smile in Harry's eyes, and his eyes lingered between his delicate eyebrows and eyes. The rare gentle expression made Draco a little dazed.

fool--

His heart softened, Harry raised his hand and rubbed his platinum-blonde head that looked extraordinarily dazzling under the light, "Move to Potter Manor, Draco."

Draco's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe his ears, "Harry?!"

"Come on," Harry said calmly, running his fingers through his soft hair, "I wish you were here."

There was a glint in Draco's eyes, and he stared at the person in front of him with great concentration, "You know, I will not refuse any order from you."

"It's not an order." Harry's hands paused, his brows frowned slightly, "If you don't want to, you can just tell me—"

"Why wouldn't I want to?" Draco leaned in front of him and muttered in a low voice, "Or, are you seeing them trying to find 'assistants' for you?"

Harry was a little speechless, "Don't mention it."

Draco blinked, smiled suddenly, leaned forward slightly, and carefully kissed his lips, the slightly hoarse whisper disappeared between the lips and teeth.

"Yes, MyLord."