[HP] Moonlight Lovers

After a sound sleep, when Lucius woke up, it was already late at night.

The dim fire from the fireplace in the distance was the only light source in the room, and the twisted black shadow on the tall vaulted ceiling kept shaking with the jumping of the fire. He watched silently for a while before turning his head to look beside him.

The black-haired man was lying on his side on the large flat armchair, sleeping soundly with a thick blanket over his body, his outstretched left hand was still tightly held in the palm of his hand.

A strange warmth rose from his chest, as if his whole body and heart were soaked in hot springs. Lucius' lustful eyes lingered on that face that was much more serious than usual , smiled lightly, and felt the palms of the two holding each other move slightly.

Because the green eyes that looked a little dull in the shadows opened quietly, and his expression was sober that it seemed that he had just dozed off.

"woke up?"

Harry sat up, a warm light slowly glowed in his flat eyes, and gently pressed his other hand to his forehead, "Is it better?"

"It's ready."

It's never been better.

Lucius smiled at him.

It's because he is wayward, it's obviously nothing serious, and he still wants to tie his lover who still has class in the afternoon by his side.

Thinking of this, some small guilt suddenly popped up, and was quickly diluted by the joy and joy in my heart.

To be pampered, pampered, and carefully held in the palm of your hand, with such a down-to-earth and down-to-earth temperature, you can prove that you are the most important.

I'll change it, he whispered to himself, but that didn't prevent him from indulging in such tenderness for a while longer.

— No wonder people always say that love makes people weak.

"You missed two meals, get up and eat something."

The low and soft words in his ears brought back his thoughts, Lucius lifted the quilt and wanted to get up, only to find that the school uniform on his body had become a comfortable silk pajamas.

Seeing his stunned and shy look, Harry couldn't help but smile, "It's Transfiguration."

He didn't even notice that the clothes next to his body were cursed?

"Is my vigilance that bad..."

Lucius reacted and muttered a little annoyedly. When he raised his eyes, he met his lover's emerald eyes with little smiles. Under such gentle and focused eyes, his cheeks began to heat up uncontrollably.

"Yes." Harry smiled softly, his voice lowered, "but I'm very happy."

He lowered his head and approached slightly, but saw the young man hastily turned his face away.

"and many more--"

Wearing pajamas, unwashed, and messy hair, the platinum villain in Lucius was covering his face and screaming.

This image is simply too bad! ! !

Feeling the shaking of the hands on his shoulders, Lucius glared fiercely, and saw his lover laugh loudly.

He rarely smiled so broadly.

Lucius was a little ashamed and complained in a muffled voice, "What's so funny?"

"Sorry," Harry stroked his hair with a smile, "go wash up."

After he took care of himself, Harry had already arranged the food and poured a glass of milk.

After sleeping for so long, Lucius was in great spirits at the moment, and with the sound of the pattering rain outside the window and the smiling eyes of his lover, he happily ended the belated dinner.

After the dishes on the table were taken away by the house elf, he got up and walked to the window, pressed his fingers on the window lattice, and looked out. Silver threads hang between heaven and earth.

"It's raining heavily."

Sighing meaninglessly, Lucius dismissed the idea of ​​going back to the dormitory now, and sat back beside Harry, clasping fingers with him naturally.

There was a sound of thunder outside the window, which made the room even quieter.

"You and James Potter went back to Potter Manor last night, right?" he asked cautiously with a little hesitation, "how did you go talking with them?"

The smile in Harry's eyes faded, and he shrugged nonchalantly, "Not bad."

He picked out what he could say, and explained it briefly. Lucius' expression was extremely tangled, and he couldn't help but ask halfway through, "So is that Lucius Malfoy a villain?"

Harry smiled slightly at his expression, "Yes. He knows his way back, or he is a great villain who knows how to judge the situation."

"Don't just hate me because he hates me!" Lucius was a little depressed and emphasized in a cautious tone.

Harry smiled and kissed his lips, "Of course."

Lucius kissed back, thought for a while and said, "It's not because I like him."

Suddenly a little mind, there is another such thing as "Lucius Malfoy" who knew Harry earlier.

"You're thinking too much," Harry shook his head, putting his arms around his waist, "His son and I entered the same year, in fact, the two of them and I have had no harmony since the first time we met." Get along even for a day."

Lucius didn't know whether he should be happy about it, but he'd rather Harry and the man didn't get along well, so he wouldn't worry about whether there was such a bloody thing as empathy between them.

But as the person in front of him narrated more and more in-depth, he was completely in no mood to think about those.

"...The truth is far less selfless and great than what people describe," Harry said lightly, putting his head on his shoulders, his eyes far away, "After I finally realized how many people stood in front of me, sacrificed all When I was sheltering from the wind and rain, facing it was already the only option."

He was quiet for a while, and smiled lowly, "Fortunately, they shouldn't be disappointed."

"I'm sorry Harry."

Filled with distress and fear, Lucius reached out and hugged him tightly. He suddenly understood why Harry was so concerned about James Potter last night, even though he was not seriously injured. Jealous because of this, "I'm really... very sorry..."

He knew in his heart that at that moment, he really wished that James Potter could completely disappear from this world.

If he really didn't restrain himself from his ruthless hand, Harry might hate him to death——

Because of this thought, he couldn't help shivering a bit, and burrowed even harder into his lover's arms.

"Don't be afraid," said Harry softly as he stroked his hair, "I just hope you can understand me a little more, Lucius, and trust me a little more."

"Yeah." The corners of his eyes were sour, and he nodded slightly.

To recall those bad past events again and again, to expose the wounds of the past naked|nakedly, it is by no means as calm as a lover shows.

Facing Harry's seemingly calm attitude, he felt very uncomfortable.

It seemed that he was expected and taken for granted that he was vaguely excluded from the Potter family. Even though he was so close to those people, he also clearly understood that they were not really the same person as he had known in his previous life.

I was expecting you to be just me.

But it turns out that you really only have me.

"I can't wait to graduate soon," Lucius said in a low voice, turning his head sideways. "As long as you want, Harry, we can build a home together."

The arms around his waist tightened a little, and the black head was still lazily leaning on his shoulders. After a moment of silence, a chuckle sounded in his ears, as if the inadvertently revealed weakness was just an illusion. .

"Is this a marriage proposal?" Harry sighed with a smile, slowly stroking his hair with his slender fingers.

Lucius sat up straight and looked at him seriously and stubbornly, "You will give me a home, won't you?"

He has always been good at guessing people's hearts, knowing how to use the best time, and what words to use to impress a person, but there has never been a moment, in this kind of situation that is similar to taking advantage of the situation, saying the sentence that the other person most desires to hear So sincerely.

"of course."

Harry's voice was hoarse, and he stared at him for a while, then turned sideways and pressed his whole body on the armchair, and kissed him involuntarily.

The kiss was not urgent, with his usual strength and gentleness, but Lucius felt a little bit moved and helpless in the slightly rapid heartbeat of the very close one.

It was the first time someone said such words to him. He obviously wanted to give, but his tone seemed to be a request that was as low as dust. Harry felt a string in his heart being gently plucked. Seeing the proud young man With such a low profile, the deep distress is far greater than the emotion.

"It's all for you." The black-haired man whispered between kisses, his eyes were soft as if a spring breeze was brewing.

After a long kiss, Lucius pressed his face to his chest, the slightly raised corners of his lips revealing a heartfelt joy and attachment.

He finally got what he wanted most.

There is actually such a person in this world who allows him to put aside Slytherin's suspicion and caution, and to love and be loved calmly.

Let him really, to look forward to forever.