[HP] Moonlight Lovers

As the sole heir of the Malfoy family, Lucius' coming-of-age ceremony was extraordinarily grand and luxurious.

In the two weeks before the celebration ceremony, he had been asking for leave to complete the task assigned by his father. When he appeared in front of people again, the aura around him changed obviously.

Harry didn't quite know what kind of test a pure-blood noble like Malfoy would arrange for his heir, but he could imagine that it must not be that easy.

That was something he had never experienced before, his 16th birthday was spent at the Weasleys' house, when Sirius had left, and he lost the only elder who was qualified to run those for him.

The not-so-good association made him feel depressed for an instant. His emerald green eyes scanned the scene of the reception, and saw a black-haired boy with a frivolous smile on his face and whispering to his friends in a corner not far away. He also smiled lightly, no longer dwelling on those bad memories of the past.

Meeting his gaze, Sirius' eyes lit up, he walked over with big strides, and looked at him with a smile, "Good evening, Professor Potter."

"I didn't expect you to come too," James followed behind his good buddy, winking at him with a smile, "After tonight, Malfoy will be an adult—"

With a helpless expression on his face, Harry raised his hand and tapped on the heads of the two of them, "Be quiet."

He was really worried about these two guys, for fear that they would say something thought-provoking again on such an occasion.

Fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys are at the age of rebellion. If other people made such a move, they might feel dissatisfied because they were treated like children.

But for some reason, facing this young professor, these two little bastards who often make trouble at Hogwarts are very good-tempered. After being warned by him, they just have a tacit understanding. At the same time, he covered his head and blinked his eyes to express that he would never talk nonsense.

Euphemia on the side was a little surprised. She rarely saw her child showing such a pretentious and well-behaved appearance. After looking at the inexplicably familiar face for a while, a trace of doubt appeared in her eyes, "James, this is -"

After all, Harry was an adult, and the pair of lake green eyes behind the lenses looked very much like his mother, his hair was smooth and docile, and his clothes were deliberately approached to be stable and elegant.

Standing with James, who is still immature and flying, if you don't distinguish carefully, you will only feel that the outlines of their faces are slightly similar. It is no longer like when you were a child, people you met always said that he and his father grew up together. very similar.

At this time, facing his grandmother, whom he had never had the chance to meet in his previous life, his attitude was extraordinarily calm. The surname Potter was not uncommon, so there was no need to worry that the other party would suspect his origin.

"Mother," James took Harry's arm carelessly, and walked towards her, "This is what I told you, Professor Potter who taught us Transfiguration—"

"Hello, Professor Potter, James admires your flying skills very much." Euphemia smiled gently and shook hands with him gently, "This brat gave you a lot of respect in school." Less trouble?"

"Hello." Covering the imperceptible admiration in his eyes, Harry smiled and spoke calmly, as if he was just an ordinary parent of a student in front of him, "He was at Hogwarts—"

"Professor," James smiled obsequiously, and whispered in his ear, "this is related to my pocket money!"

Harry lowered his head and glanced at the black-haired boy who was winking at him, with a deep smile in his eyes, deliberately paused for a while, and then spoke slowly under his eager gaze: "——Excellent academics, especially In terms of transfiguration, she is quite talented."

How could Euphemia not know her son's great achievements, and she couldn't help laughing when she heard this, "I'm so honored, and thank you for your daily teaching."

It seems that the relationship between James and this professor is really very good. Even she felt that the young man in front of her was easy to fall in love with after a short time with her. His surname is also Potter, which is really a fate.

While they were chatting happily, Lucius in a tuxedo ended his conversation with a certain guest and walked towards them.

"Professor, I'm glad you're here."

There was just the right amount of surprise on his face, and the corners of his eyes passed James' hand that was still holding Harry's sleeve, and he didn't see any abnormality in his expression.

Harry raised his glass and said with a smile, "Happy birthday, Lucius."

"Thank you." Lucius' soft gaze was always on his face, and after he took a sip of the red wine in his glass, he turned his head and greeted Euphemia, "Welcome, Potter lady……"

The host and guest had a great night, and when the guests gradually left, they were chatted by an old professor who had taught at Hogwarts. Harry, who was able to get away after a long delay, let out a soft breath and prepared to bid farewell to the host.

Abraxas was saying goodbye to a beautiful witch with provocative eyes and a frivolous smile. After sending her away, he turned around and saw the young man he had noticed just now, whose appearance and temperament were very suitable for him.

"Don't you want to play for a while longer?" Hearing that the other party was about to leave, Patriarch Malfoy ticked his palm with his fingers calmly when he held his hand, "There will be a dance late at night, quite wonderful~”

It was obviously a normal sentence to welcome guests, but because of his low tone and slightly rising ending, it added a bit of ambiguity.

What's wrong with this family——

Harry was powerless to complain. Thinking of the rumored cause of the other party's death, he felt the hairs on his arms stand on end. He withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, and said sincerely, "Thank you, but I still have class tomorrow morning—"

Suddenly realizing who the person in front of him was, the frivolous smile on Abraxas's lips retracted instantly, and his eyes rolled around his waist with some regret.

It's rare to come across something pleasing to the eye, but unfortunately...

Although he was romantic, he would not let the Malfoy family fall into the scandal of a father-son rivalry for a stranger.

"Oh, that's really a pity," Abraxas squinted his eyes, sighed sincerely, and then said casually, "In this case, I'll let Lucius send you off—"

He turned his head to see where his son was, but found that the person he was looking for was approaching without haste.

"Father," Lucius said softly, his gray-blue eyes so calm, "Mr. MacDonald seems to be looking for you."

"Okay—welcome to visit Malfoy Manor again next time, Professor Potter." Abraxas nodded gracefully and smiled, and after a polite sentence, he turned and left without hesitation.

Lucius pursed his lips in displeasure, and led Harry out of the brightly lit main house without speaking again.

Crossing the lawn covered with moonlight, when the two came to a secluded path, he raised his head to look at Harry, who was also silent, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Professor, my father has always... Please don't take it to heart."

"It's okay," Harry said nonchalantly.

He didn't think he would have anything to do with Patriarch Malfoy.

"is it?"

Lucius stopped in his tracks, looked up at him, the moonlight shone in those quiet eyes, reflecting the inorganic silver, "Then what matters to the professor?"

Is it the James Potter who can take your arm and act like a baby without any scruples?

Or have you been pampering Sirius Black, who often covers for his night tours?

Or, is it Lily Evans who makes you always subconsciously talk softly?

He took a step forward slowly, and the man frowned slightly and backed away a little.

"I'm an adult, Professor." The boy's eyes are picturesque, and the beauty under the smoky moonlight is even more amazing, "I have survived the test of my family, and I am qualified to pursue my own feelings, and even decide on my own. married."

"But if you can't see me all the time, what's the point of the freedom I've worked so hard for?"

"If it's not you, what difference does it make if it's anyone else?"

"Lucius—" Harry couldn't deny being moved for a moment.

Compared with the attention and love he received in his previous life because of his status as the famous savior, he is just an ordinary professor at Hogwarts at this time.

No one has ever been so frank, passionate, and purely in love with Harry Potter himself. No matter how he refuses, he becomes more and more courageous, without flinching or hesitating.

He didn't know if he had expected such feelings.

Harry opened his mouth, his expression was in a trance for a moment, and suddenly he felt that he could not utter any words of rejection, he opened his mouth in doubt and with difficulty, as if it was the last struggle, "What on earth do you like about me?"

"all."

The platinum boy uttered a sincere and soft word, and approached him step by step, his slender body leaning against each other until there was no gap between them.

This is the closest they've ever been.

The moon was as cool as water, covering them like a tulle, and the world in his vision seemed to be illusory and beautiful as if immersed in a dream. Harry stared blankly at those eyes full of love, and seemed to be able to hear the sound coming from afar. The melodious and ambiguous dance music.

As if the young man incarnated by Yuehua stood on tiptoe, the fragrant hair brushed his cheeks, the cool arms wrapped around him, and the soft lips began to kiss his lips lightly and slowly, even though the other party did not respond , also full of patience.

"Harry..." A word was on the lips, and it turned into a lingering sigh, "Look at me... just look at me..."

The shallow kiss as delicate as the light touch of a feather gradually deepened, and the breathing of the two of them changed from the original calmness to hot and eager.

In the elegant scent of perfume, a faint almost imperceptible smell of blood lingered in it. Harry was terrified, and his eyes that were originally slightly closed suddenly opened.

Pushed away abruptly, the platinum boy fell to the ground, covered his mouth and coughed in a muffled voice, raised his eyelashes slightly, looked at the black-haired man with a condensed and guarded face, and licked his still watery lips .

"Is it the professor's first kiss?"

He caressed his lips and asked with a smile, his hoarse tone was dangerous and charming.

Harry felt that his heart was still pounding violently into his chest for the deep kiss he had devoted himself to just now, and the delicate and smooth touch when he gently held the boy's cheek was still left on his fingertips, even on his lips...

He closed his eyes, stood on the spot to calm down his rapid breathing, and asked in a cold voice: "What is that?"

"It's my awakened racial talent," Lucius replied in a clear tone like a student obediently answering questions in class, and added intimately, "It can arouse the most real desire in people's hearts—"

The implication is that you shouldn't blame me, you think so yourself.

Harry instinctively felt that he was not lying, and faced with such an embarrassing scene, he suddenly had a headache.

Suddenly thinking of the reason why he just woke up, he couldn't help but frowned again, "Are you injured?"

The reception lasted all night, the young man obviously kept his face as usual and never left, and there was nothing wrong with the elegant and perfect smile he always maintained.

Lucius pressed his heart, pretending to be sad and said: "Yes, you broke my heart, Professor, that was my first kiss—"

Harry squatted halfway in front of him and observed for a moment, reached out and pressed his shoulder, pressing it right on the wound, his face suddenly turned pale, and he took a slight breath.

"It's just nonsense." Harry reprimanded lightly, and his eyes fell on his lap again.

"Stop pressing it," Lucius murmured softly, with the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, "there's also a wound there."

Occasionally, he would pretend to be vulnerable in order to show his intentions. When he was really hurt, he didn't bother to use the injury to soften his heart.

But it can be seen that the professor has a lot of combat experience as he once guessed.

I'm getting more and more curious about him.

"You're all injured, why are you still attending a reception?" Harry looked around, but there was no one, so he could only bend down and hug him, and hurried back along the way he came.

"I have to prepare for the celebration ceremony right after the trial. I can't just lie down on the hospital bed at this time and lose Malfoy's face."

Slightly dizzy in front of his eyes, Lucius simply closed his eyes and leaned against his chest, feeling that the people around him stiffened for a moment, but his arms adjusted to a more comfortable position for him, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, " Are you caring about me?"

"After all, he is my student."

Such a cold tone, obviously still angry.

He was in a great mood.

Even if he resorted to means, if he didn't feel a little shaken in his heart, how could he be able to confuse this keen and defensive guy in front of him.

"Whatever Malfoy wants, he will definitely get." He announced in a low but firm tone, provocatively, "You will be mine."

— mine alone.

Feeling his determined attitude, Harry suddenly had a premonition that his teaching career would not be so peaceful starting tomorrow.

No Gryffindor would be cowardly enough to run away from his feelings. If this young man could really make him fall in love, how could he not dare to fall in love with him.

He lowered his eyes, met those shining eyes, raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly.

"Wait and see."