[HP] Bond

"Are there any guests?"

Looking at Draco who was tidying up the table, Harry asked casually while taking off his coat.

Draco's hands paused, and he hummed, "Miss Weasley just left—didn't you run into each other?"

"No, I apparated directly to the door."

After Harry hung up his clothes, he suddenly realized who he was talking about. He quickly turned his head to look at his lover's expression, and asked hesitantly, "What are you guys talking about?"

"It's nothing to talk about." Draco said lightly, and returned to the kitchen with the tray, and soon there was the sound of water and the slight clinking of cups and saucers.

Harry gently folded his sleeves, and followed him in, "I'll come—"

"No, it will be fine soon."

Draco lowered his head and carefully cleaned the teacups in his hands. Because he was inexperienced, he seemed a little clumsy, and seemed to have forgotten that he could directly clean them as usual.

Harry blinked, feeling that his lover was not in a happy mood, he walked over slowly, and hugged him gently from behind, "Are you angry?"

"No."

Draco quickly denied his guess, rubbing his fingers vigorously at the light red marks on the rim of the cup.

Did it ever land on Harry's lips, too?

So angry——

There was some sour smell fermenting in the air, and Harry whispered in his ear, his voice was mellow and hoarse, "So you're jealous?"

"No!"

Draco denied it even more resolutely. He only felt a little heat spread from the tips of his ears to his whole body with his warm breath. He couldn't help bumping him with his elbow, which made his arm hurt a little.

Hmph ╯^╰, having abs is amazing? !

Harry giggled, and when he put down his glass in embarrassment and turned his head to stare at himself, he lowered his head and kissed him involuntarily.

Before Draco could speak, his slightly parted lips were blocked, and his nostrils were filled with the sweet smell of his lover.

He closed his eyes, turned around and raised his wet hand to hook Harry's neck, and kissed him back aggressively.

No regrets, that woman is clearly still coveting his lover!Harry Potter is his!He's Draco Malfoy alone!

Who wants her to unravel? !Who would foolishly give up just for the sake of gossip? !The person who made Harry sad was obviously herself! ! !

The platinum villain in my heart was already jumping wildly, so sore that he exploded on the spot——

The overly intense kiss made the air in the kitchen heat up instantly. He was led back a step and hit the edge of the sink. The splash of water wet his shirt, but he had no time to pay attention.

Not as gentle as the previous soft words, they were like opponents confronting each other on the battlefield, grabbing each other's breath without giving in, Draco gradually forgot the extra thoughts in the dizziness like lack of oxygen, and squeezed himself into it desperately. In his arms, wanting to ask for more.

"call--"

After a long time, they reluctantly parted. Harry's eyes shone with a strange brilliance, and he rubbed the tip of his nose and asked out of breath, "Where's Teddy?"

"Weasley said, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I took him to play at the Burrow." Draco opened his misty gray-blue eyes, and murmured unsteadily, "I'll send him back at night."

The palm pinched around his waist was surprisingly hot, and he could still feel the scorching heat through the wet jacket. He was inexplicably embarrassed, and he gave a hinted answer for himself just now.

Hearing that Harry leaned closer to him, Draco couldn't help feeling a little flustered, and flinched subconsciously, only to find that he had just turned off the rattling faucet, his face turned red as if dripping. Blood.

When he was so embarrassed that he wanted to disappear in place, a kiss fell lightly on the side of his ear.

"Draco..." The black-haired young man hugged him even harder, his suppressed agitated voice trembled slightly, it was obviously not loud, but it sounded like thunder in the quiet kitchen.

"—would you mind having lunch later?"

"Huh?" Draco was a little puzzled by his serious question, and made a muffled gasp.

He stared blankly at the pair of green eyes that were too close together, unable to look away at all, nodded indiscriminately, and shook his head in a panic after a while.

Harry smiled up at him, Merlin, that look was damn sexy.

Draco's body was a little weak due to the uncontrollable slight trembling, and the arms trapped around his waist became the only strength to support him to stand still, and almost nothing existed in his mind except that smiling face.

Until Harry lowered his head and sucked his lips again, the blending breath was so hot that it seemed as if it could turn the souls of both of them into a raging fire, and also burn the remaining thin rationality together. .

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"Knowing that my health is not very good, you should also pay attention. Seeing that the engagement banquet is coming, it can actually make yourself catch a cold."

While slowly peeling the green apple, Pansy couldn't help thinking, "Are you going to play with a red nose and order a gossip page headline?"

Draco hid in the soft blanket, and said in a low voice, "It's just a cold, and it will get better soon."

"It's because I didn't take good care of him." Harry sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his soft hair distressedly. "I will definitely pay attention next time."

What should I mention next time——

Draco bit his lip, his face became more and more red, and he shrank quietly, half of his face was buried in the quilt.

Pansy suddenly felt a little redundant.

The patient also looked at it, and there was indeed nothing serious. She shrugged, stood up by herself, and took a bite of the apple in her hand with a "click".

"I thought it was for me." Draco looked at her strangely with gray blue eyes that were exposed from the covers.

"Oh," Pansy chewed and swallowed, "ask your boyfriend to peel it for you."

childish--

Draco glared at her.

No way, the sick Patriarch Malfoy looked easy to bully, and couldn't hold back—

Pansy said goodbye with a smile. Before leaving, while Harry wasn't paying attention, she nodded to Harry's ear, blinking her beautiful big eyes and smiling ambiguously.

Harry sent her out, went to the kitchen to cut a green apple into pieces, and when he returned to the bedroom, he saw Draco pressing the pillow on his head, looking like he was about to suffocate himself.

"What's wrong with this?"

He was a little confused, so after putting down the fruit, he pulled the pillow out of his hand with great effort.

The gray-blue eyes were unusually moist and bright, and he glared at him with resentment, Draco took a deep breath, trying to control his embarrassment and anger.

Can't control it at all!

"It's all your fault." He complained angrily.

"Yes, yes, I was wrong." Harry was amused, but also a little distressed. He bent down and kissed his flushed face due to fever, "Do you want to eat an apple?"

Draco wanted to take a bite of him even more, let him support himself and sit back, and ate the green apple delivered to his mouth in one bite, chewing it vigorously like some bastard.

Harry used a small silver fork to poke an apple that was just the right size for the mouth, and patiently fed it to his lover, who was obviously upset. He only felt that he had become childish after being sick.

Although this kind of Draco is also very cute, let's get well soon, he stole a kiss during the feeding interval, was stared at again, and smiled slightly with his lips pursed, "Don't be angry——"

Under such pampering and pampering eyes, Draco couldn't lose his temper at all. After eating a small plate of apples, he resolutely deleted the embarrassment just now from his memory, shook his head and refused the next piece, "No more."

Harry put it into his mouth indifferently, it was sweet and sour, it tasted really good, no wonder Draco liked it.

Now, he likes it very much, very much.