[HP] Moonlight Lovers

"Professor Porter."

Harry passed the corridor on the third floor, and the platinum boy greeted him, waking him up from his contemplation.

The Slytherin prefect who was on the night watch stopped in his tracks, with a reserved and pleasant arc on his lips.

"Good evening, Professor." The young man's clear voice was deliberately low, as if he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping portrait, and his light gray-blue eyes stared at him with a smile, as if shining under the light of the torch.

"Good evening, Lucius."

Harry smiled gently, and quietly suppressed the subtle sense of disobedience in his heart when he pronounced that name.

It was really difficult for him to connect the gentle and polite child in front of him with the cold and cunning Malfoy patriarch in his memory.

While his relationship with the Malfoys wasn't as tense after the war as it had been at school, it was definitely not close enough to call each other by their Christian names.

Lucius naturally followed his footsteps, walking side by side with him, always keeping a proper distance between his actions.

"Do you have time next weekend?" He asked expectantly, "I hope to invite you to my coming-of-age ceremony."

"Oh, it's next weekend." Harry wasn't surprised. This matter had already been spread all over the campus. He dragged his tune and quickly thought about his words, "I'm afraid——"

"professor--"

Lucius interrupted him softly, a bit of embarrassment and anticipation appeared on his delicate and perfect face, which is very rare for the always elegant and decent Master Malfoy.

He turned his head slightly, as if trying to hide his momentary gaffe, "The invitation should have been sent by the Malfoy family, a formal invitation—but you know, I don't want to treat you in such a formulaic way, just like treating you Just like anyone else who doesn't matter."

His tone was low and clear, and under the dim light in the corridor, every word seemed to be whispering moving words of love.

Harry had a real headache.

He has personally experienced a lot in these years, and he thinks he accepts this historical trend that is completely different in time and space. Even the Dean of Slytherin, whose lifelong ambition is to teach and educate people, who happens to be named Tom Riddle, has been able to From the initial panic and precaution, to the present calmness.

But facing the obvious admiration of this person in front of him, I still feel that my endurance needs to be strengthened.

Everyone at Hogwarts knows that Lucius Malfoy's favorite professor is Harry Potter.

In other words, it's not just a shallow liking.

Master Malfoy is knowledgeable, powerful in magic, and elegant in manner. Although he is a little arrogant, it is also a common problem of pure-blood nobles. He still has fans all over the four colleges, but he has never had anything to do with any gossip.

Until the people around him gradually noticed his extraordinary enthusiasm for transfiguration and his undisguised attention to the young transfiguration professor, those clumsy excuses he made when trying to get close could be called clumsy and cute.

When the scandal spread, the hearts of the boys and girls were broken, and their faces were bloodied by the so-called contrast.

Who is Professor Ke Porter?

The youngest, most mysterious, and most popular professor at Hogwarts, what attracts others' attention is not only his handsome appearance, superb transfiguration, but also his sharp edge that seems to have been honed from countless guns and flames. His sharp and calm demeanor makes even the naughtiest students dare not make trouble in his class.

He was especially good at Quidditch, and the kids who loved flying loved him to death.

It doesn't seem so surprising that Master Malfoy, who has always been picky, would fall in love with such a person, but the person concerned himself was so surprised that he almost dropped his jaw after hearing the rumors.

This world is simply too crazy. There is a small test every three days, and a big test every five days. The scope of the test is so large that the students want to cry without tears. Lucius, the innocent boy, Malfoy, who fell in love with him at first sight and could no longer tolerate anyone in his eyes.

Among the onlookers who were happy to see the success, or silently watching, only Professor Riddle worriedly talked to him about the dangers of puppy love, and Harry was so moved that he almost took him as a confidant.

Hey ~ scary!

Harry shivered at the thought.

Even if it could be seen that what was stuffed in that body was not the soul of the Dark Lord himself, with such a face, peaceful communication was already the limit of what he could do.

Actually distracted.

Lucius pursed his lips, looked at him for a while under the flickering light of the fire, and then approached him quietly, the man reacted sharply, lightly resting his fingers on the wand, posing reflexively for the most convenient shot A calm and alert attitude.

There was a faint flash of darkness in the gray-blue eyes, which was so fast that people almost thought it was an illusion, and calm was restored in an instant.

"I wish you could come, professor." Seeming a little hurt by his reaction, Lucius subconsciously took a step back.

The young man's appearance is almost impeccably handsome, his eyebrows are slightly frowned, and when his eyelids are slightly closed, his expression suddenly becomes melancholy and lost, making one wish to give him his heart, "Such a meaningful day, I don't want to miss you blessing of……"

Perhaps because he knew too much about Lucius Malfoy in another world, Harry couldn't believe such a fragile and beautiful appearance. Considering that he was only a 16-year-old boy in front of him, he had never experienced such a dark and turbulent age. A little careful thinking does not need to embarrass people face to face, he sighed secretly, and smiled faintly.

"I think I still have some time to go to a dinner party."

Lucius also showed a reassuring smile, and he accepted it as soon as he saw it. During the next inspection of the castle, he did not deliberately tease him, and asked him for some transfiguration skills with a natural expression.

Harry was eager to change the subject, so he started chatting along his lines.

"...Although it is not difficult to turn an item into a living thing, there are still many issues to consider in order to maintain it for a long time." Lucius seemed to be a little distressed by this, "I have seen Miss Evans give it to Si Professor Laghorn's gift, the use of transfiguration is extremely ingenious, it's hard to imagine that a girl in the fourth grade can do it..."

Harry's originally calm emerald green eyes showed a faint smile, and the corners of his mouth curled up reservedly, trying not to show that little bit of pride.

It was novel and gratifying to see his parents' youthful appearance. They could finally grow up happily in a world without war and turmoil, without sacrificing anything to resist the darkness.

"You are also very good." His tone lightened up.

also--

Lucius' fingers dangling by his side slowly clenched, and when he looked over, he quickly retracted the look in his eyes, pulled out a delicate handkerchief embroidered with gold trim from his pocket, and turned it into a delicate flower Handed over the rose in a fit of anger, "How is that compared to your favorite student?"

Harry was taken aback by his sudden and childish behavior. He didn't go to pick up the flower, but looked at it for a while before smiling calmly, "Very beautiful, very Slytheringa."

Lucius stared at him intently, "Is that all?"

"Lucius," Harry said calmly and gently, unmoved, "you are also a student I value very much."

The flower branch in Lucius' hand hung down and returned to the shape of a handkerchief. He barely raised the corner of his lips, and smiled calmly: "It seems that it still needs practice, and I can't guarantee that it will always be in a deformed state. "

But both of them knew that it was clearly the momentary emotional instability that caused the magic to fail.

Harry was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand and casually pulled out the handkerchief. He didn't use his wand, but with a light shake, a flower quietly bloomed on his fingertips.

He stared at the amazed young man in front of him, purely from the standpoint of a professor, and put forward a pertinent suggestion, "Treat it as a living thing, Lucius, rather than a cold object."

Perhaps this is the biggest difference between him and Lily.

Lucius stared fixedly at the flower, and said softly, "Can you give it to me, Professor?"

"Of course, it was yours." Harry placed the bouquet in his open palm, "The night watch should be over, so go to bed early."

"Good night, Professor."

Harry nodded slightly, then turned and left. Lucius stood by the window in the corridor, watching him go away with a smile.

lily.

——Thanks to the vigorous pursuit of the young master of the Potter family, everyone knows that it is the most popular girl in Gryffindor and the favorite flower of Lily Evans.

The soft smile on his face gradually disappeared, Lucius lowered his head, and tightened his slender fingers bit by bit, slowly and tightly grasping the tender flower in his palm.

After a while, he let go of his hand expressionlessly, allowing the messy and broken petals to fall on the floor, and a little bit of annoyance suddenly appeared in his dark eyes.

"It's the first time you send me flowers..."

Under the moonlight, the elf-like handsome boy let out a sigh of regret, and slowly pressed his white fingers to his lips.

Kissing the cold fingertips, he lightly sniffed the lingering fragrance, his eyes slightly closed, covering the shocking desire for exclusiveness deep in his eyes.