[HP] Moonlight Lovers

When Prefect Malfoy returned to school, he passionately pursued his Transfiguration professor.

In front of everyone, he didn't do anything out of the ordinary, but every look, every smile, every posture, all of them declared his heart. Charm, that leaves him no room for distraction.

Harry calmly watched his increasingly powerless resistance, a natural compromise with his habits. Once some things were pried open, the speed of collapse would be extremely fast.

He almost couldn't even remember what the adult Lucius Malfoy looked like, and all his past impressions were gradually replaced by the boy in front of him.

He lowered his brows and closed his eyes with a smile on his lips; his eyes were dim and hesitant to speak;

Merlin -

Harry suddenly came back to his senses, and calmly pushed his head away from his shoulder, the tips of his ears turned red from the moist and soft breath.

"This is the office," he sighed helplessly, and persuaded him not very sincerely, "Restrain your ability, Lucius."

The boy folded his arms lazily on the desk, looked at him sideways with a smile, seemed very proud, "I didn't use it, dear professor~"

He seems to have been played.

Harry thought so, but he couldn't feel angry at all.

He is pampering him, just like pampering a small beast that invades his private domain domineeringly, even though he knows that the harmless appearance is just a disguise for people to let go of their guards.

Such a blatant pursuit, everyone in Hogwarts actually accepted it well, even Professor Riddle, who was always not optimistic about this relationship, got cold feet.

"I still feel that the teacher-student relationship is not a good influence," Professor Riddle lifted his glasses with his fingers--he seemed to like this action very much, "but Mr. Malfoy is an adult, and no one has He is qualified to dictate his feelings. However, I still have to solemnly remind you, Professor Potter—"

The black-haired and red-eyed Head Slytherin used his handsome, angry face to put on a earnest expression similar to that of a neighborhood aunt who mediates disputes, and persuaded him earnestly: "After all, this is a school, and there are still so many unresolved problems." Adult children, when you two are flirting, please, must, pay attention, pay attention to the occasion and proportion."

Imagine a distorted snake face showing the same expression, Barabara chanting the school spirit and discipline to the students, Harry clutching his twitching stomach and retreating quickly, I really feel that Dumbledore insisted on not letting Voldemort teach at Hogwarts in his previous life Simply too sensible.

Professor Riddle looked at the back of Harry leaving in a hurry, with a puzzled expression on his face. This professor, who was obviously very popular, didn't seem to understand how he wanted to establish a good relationship with him as a colleague. After every communication, he couldn't wait. Leave, refusing to talk more about personal matters.

He sighed, feeling that there was indeed a generation gap between himself and the young people nowadays, and he lowered his head and continued to prepare lessons seriously, thinking about whether to produce a few more sets of papers before the Christmas holiday to enrich the content of the winter vacation homework.

Harry didn't know what his colleagues were missing. As soon as he left the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, he was hurriedly dragged to the edge of the Black Lake by a few flustered students.

There were already a lot of people around, and James and another Slytherin boy were fighting. They didn't use magic, and they waved their fists like Muggles and greeted each other's faces and bodies desperately.

Sirius bounced around them, fearing that the world would not be chaotic, and shouted to cheer for his friends. Remus frowned deeply, and kept approaching and trying to separate them, but he didn't know who pushed him hard go out.

"Stop it all!!!"

Harry stopped yelling from afar, and quickly rushed forward to support Remus who had almost fallen. Seeing that they were still fighting, he grabbed the two angry little boys with a flick of his hands.

"James Potter! Severus Prince!" he scolded in a low voice, "Why don't you two stop?!"

"Gryffindor and Slytherin each deducted 50 points! For fighting in public!"

James stiffened his neck and shouted unconvinced: "Professor, let me go!"

"Shut up!" Harry glared at him angrily, then glanced at Severus, who was biting his lip and said nothing, standing between the two, his face covered with frost, and his tone was stern, "What's the matter?" Do things have to be resolved with violence?! It’s okay for you to fight tit for tat, but this time you dare to do it—come to my office!”

Seeing that he was really angry, the onlookers scattered sparsely. Sirius, Remus, and Peter stayed where they were, and saw the two of them being dragged towards the castle by Harry, and looked at each other. Then quietly followed.

Harry was pissed off by the two children who were still trying to kick each other. The current situation in the British wizarding world is fairly peaceful. Gryffindor and Slytherin do not like each other, but there are few violent conflicts In other words, these two seem to be born at odds, causing some accidents from time to time.

"Okay." After returning to the office, Harry pushed them to sit on two chairs far apart. Harry leaned against the edge of the table with his arms folded, and slightly raised his chin. "Tell me, why is it today?" make trouble?"

He never expected these people to get along in harmony, but this time they managed to fight. It seemed that the matter was much more serious than the past disputes.

Severus didn't speak, but James frowned at his question, almost jumping up again, "It's all the bastard's fault! How dare he call Lily, call her a—"

He swallowed the word back, his eyes were red with anger, "I beat him up! If he dares to say it again!! I will beat him up!!!"

Harry's eyes turned cold for an instant, and he looked at Severus.

The imposing cellar snake king in the future is still a young man who is irritable and annoyed by his own gaffes. Seeing his enemy still screaming, a sneer appeared on his pale face, and his dark eyes stared back unwillingly.

"Insulting classmates," Harry paused, resisting the urge to deduct all Slytherin's points in one breath, and said in his heart that being a professor must be fair, just, fair, just, fair, just, fair, just, fair and just, "Twenty points deducted from Slytherin."

No one knew better than him what the consequences of those blurted words would be. The biggest punishment was never the score. He looked down at the floor, feeling a little absent-minded for a while.

There are so many changes in this world, going round and round, some things still cannot escape falling apart.

"You two, labor service," he sighed softly, suddenly lost interest, and said lightly, "Principal Dumbledore found some books in a newly discovered secret room. It is convenient to use magic to clean up, and I am planning to find someone to transcribe, you will be responsible for this from tonight, and when you finish copying, you will end your labor service."

Is this also a punishment?

Remus, who was eavesdropping at the door, almost wanted to ask the professor if the labor service could add him.

Sirius whispered to him, "It's clearly Prince's fault, but both of them are fined—"

"Mr. Black seems to have a big opinion?" Harry asked with a sneer when he walked to the door at some point.

Sirius shook his head hastily, "No, no, I have no objection at all! Professor, the decision you made is really fair, how can you fight, you should be punished!"

I don't know who is the person who was gearing up just now and wished he could join in?

Harry ignored him, and said softly to Remus, "Come in, I'll give you some medicine."

"Ugh?"

Remus raised his hand belatedly, and pressed the slightly tingling spot on his forehead, where a thin scratch was left at some point.

He had long been used to being covered in bruises when transforming, so he really didn't take this trivial matter seriously, and said bluntly: "It's not a big problem, it will be fine in a while, don't bother—"

Harry had already taken the potions and cotton swabs out of the drawer and waved at him.

Remus hesitated for a moment, and walked over obediently without further evasion.

Seeing Harry carefully applying medicine to the wound, which was so shallow that it was almost invisible, James complained, pointing to his bruised and purple face, "Professor, it's obvious that I was injured more seriously."

Harry snorted through his nose, "Why, don't you think that's your mark of bravery?"

James, who had really said that to Harry before, suddenly froze, grinning and rubbing his face, only to feel the pain as hell.

Sirius patted him on the shoulder unceremoniously and laughed. He groaned, as if the place where his shoulder had been beaten just now hurt from the slap, hooked Sirius' neck and started fighting with him again.

Remus's clear eyes were bent, and he glanced at them with a smile, his forehead was cool, and the wound didn't feel at all.

The medicine is so effective, he thought, a cool palm-sized crystal bottle was suddenly stuffed into his hand.

"You keep this bottle," Harry said in a gentle tone, seeing that he was stunned, he said with a natural expression, "with those two little bastards, it is inevitable that we will bump into each other—"

He knew that Remus had a lot of hidden wounds, and he didn't want him to feel that he was being treated specially, so he took out another two bottles and handed them to James and Severus.

"You guys go back after taking the medicine yourself, or you really can't see this face," the wand flicked slightly, and a large water mirror appeared in the air. Harry raised his eyebrows and said slowly, " Let me catch you fighting next time, but there will be no such treatment."

Severus opened the crystal bottle and sniffed it. His eyes were a bit complicated, and he said thank you in a low voice, and began to deal with his injuries in front of the water mirror.

But James stared at his miserable appearance and yelled, and hurriedly started to apply the medicine. He didn't feel relieved until he found that the bruises on his face were slowly fading. He quickly took off his coat, opened the hem of his shirt and let him Sirius showed him where the back was hurt.

What Lucius saw when he entered the door was such a lively scene, he couldn't help but pursed his lips and sneered slightly, his face was a little dark.