[HP] Moonlight Lovers

"I am jealous."

After waiting for everyone to leave with interest, Lucius bent down slightly, and seriously complained to Harry who was serious about correcting his homework.

Harry raised his head, glanced at him with a smile, and asked casually, "So?"

"So we need compensation." Lucius propped his hands on the desk, his tone was so serious that there was no hint of jokes, "You are too indulgent to those boys, are they better than me?"

Harry threw away the quill and leaned back towards the chair behind him, resting his hands leisurely on his stomach, looking him up and down in his spare time.

The boy in front of him was wearing a well-fitting black school uniform, the silver buttons were tightly buttoned to the top, but he had an eye-catching abstinence temperament. At this time, he was frowning slightly, looking down at him condescendingly. It is unmistakably earnest.

"Speaking of indulgences..."

He shook his head slightly, his eyes softened, "In front of me, who else can be more presumptuous than you?"

Lucius squinted and smiled at his attitude that seemed to be beginning to soften, walked around the desk and unceremoniously squeezed into the large chair, and complained aggressively: "How can a few underage brats deserve to be taught?" You are so troublesome—you have never treated me so carefully before."

"How could it be the same?"

Harry turned his head to look at him, and said with a funny smile: "However, if you say that they are brats, you are obviously not much older than them."

"I'm an adult, Professor." Lucius emphasized again, with a bit of annoyance in his eyes, he leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, "Please stop treating me like a child, okay?"

"Ok."

Harry stared at him for a while, sighed lightly, as if he was very helpless, raised his hand to take off his glasses, and placed them on the table casually.

Without the blocking of the lens, those quiet eyes had a more sharp expression, or in other words, he was too lazy to cover up those things.

Majestic, powerful, even dangerous, with an oppressive aura that is not angry and self-important, it is more like a long-term high-ranking and decisive superior, rather than a professor.

If the previous Harry Potter was still a lion with its sharp claws put away and lazily resting in the sun, at this moment, he is the king of the jungle with full aura and no doubt or opposition.

Lucius' heart was beating violently, and he looked at him fascinatedly, unable to move his greedy eyes away.

He has only seen Harry in this state once. When this person first entered Hogwarts, he met the new professor and had a curious conversation, and met Professor Riddle head-on. This suddenly changed the momentum.

With just one glance, he was moved.

Harry leaned down slowly, put his left hand on the armrest, pinched his chin with his right hand, and stroked his tightly pursed light-colored lips with his thumb.

"professor?"

Lucius woke up from the memory and was already trapped in a corner. He leaned back slightly for this dangerous and ambiguous posture that was not led by him, and instinctively wanted to shrink back, but he still insisted on lifting it up. head, looking straight into those eyes that seemed to be sizing up prey.

"Do you know what a kiss between adults should be like? Little brat~"

Harry smiled softly, slowly withdrew the hand that was caressing his lips, and when he took a breath, he lowered his head and kissed him deeply.

It was an overly passionate kiss. The black-haired man seemed to be patiently tasting the prey he had caught, and he controlled the rhythm from the beginning to the end. From the gentle wind and light rain at the beginning to the strong plundering later, he pressed on every step of the way, making him The young man who responded blankly fell into a deep and intense kiss uncontrollably.

It was only then that Lucius realized how pure his so-called seduction and teasing were.

The door of the office was only ajar, and the sounds of people chatting and walking in and out of the corridor could be heard clearly. The shameful thought that someone would come in at any time only existed in his mind for a few seconds. Rationality is like thin ice that has encountered a raging fire, and soon there is little left, turning into an unspeakable dryness in the throat.

I don't know how long it has passed, when the lips were finally let go, Lucius' hands were still powerlessly resting on Harry's neck, his cheeks were burning hot as if they were on fire, if it wasn't for the support of the arms around his waist, he might have already Limp on the chair.

"Professor..." His eyes were absent-minded, he murmured unsteadily, and suddenly smiled lowly, as if he had honey in his mouth, his voice was hoarse and soft, "Harry..."

"Huh?" Harry responded slightly through his nasal cavity, and sat back down again, stroking his messy hair with his fingers one after another, with a relaxed expression like a satisfied big cat.

"I said you would be mine."

Lucius grabbed his other hand wrapped around his waist, clasped his fingers tightly, and there was a reassuring and complacent smile in his lowered eyes.

"Yes," Harry couldn't help smiling, "Master Malfoy is amazingly charming."

"So," Lucius tried to calm his breath, and asked softly, "Can I introduce to others, this is my lover Harry Potter?"

"of course."

"May I call you by your Christian name?"

"Except in class—"

"Can you warn others not to pursue you?"

"Have you done less before?"

He raised his eyebrows happily, leaned over Harry's chest, his gray-blue eyes were a little bright, he raised his head and said with a smile, "Can I ask you on a date during the Christmas holiday?"

"Waiting for you at any time." The little lover seemed a little clingy, Harry thought about the deserted holiday life in the past few years, and he felt a little more anticipation in his heart, "The house I bought is in the suburbs of London, surrounded by Muggles, if you do not mind--"

"Of course I don't mind!" Lucius didn't care about that at this time, he rolled his eyes slightly, and asked tentatively, "That's it, I'll visit after the holiday—do you need to prepare gifts in advance?"

Almost everyone knew nothing about Professor Porter's background, his past experience, his family situation, and no one even knew where his home was.

Oh, maybe Dumbledore knew that the old man wouldn't let a dangerous person who didn't know his roots stay at Hogwarts.

Lucius looked at him expectantly, eager to learn more.

"No need." Harry still smiled lightly, and his tone was calm, "It's just me."

The gray-blue eyes froze for a moment, and then flashed a trace of obvious annoyance. Lucius pursed his lips, regretting his impatience. He was rarely eager and reckless. Who knew that a simple temptation would get such an answer.

Perhaps that eagerness comes from a secret deep in my heart that I don't want everyone to know.

Desire to get all the attention of this person, to occupy all the tenderness of this person, so that his eyes will never look anywhere else.

Jealous of everyone, even everything, that this person cares about, wishing that he is the only one in his world.

I want to give this person everything I have, and I want to be everything to him.

But Harry just said calmly, as if he was just making a statement, "It's just me."

Just like in the days of family reunion, spending time alone is a very normal thing.

There was a slight throbbing pain in his heart, and two completely different thoughts appeared alternately in Lucius' mind.

——Isn't that just right, if he has nothing, you are all he has.

——How much do you have to lose to say such things calmly, don't you feel distressed?

His heart ached to death, he said to himself, even knowing that the man in front of him was so strong that he didn't need any comfort or pity.

"It's not like that—you and me."

The platinum boy approached slightly, and kissed his lips slowly, as if apologizing, but also as if promising, "There is still me."

There was a smile on the corner of Harry's lips, and his hands were wrapped around his waist, allowing him to try his best to express comfort.

He has read his own story, written by a very well-written Ravenclaw, except for being slightly sensational, that child has tried his best to describe everything in his past objectively, the unsatisfactory childhood, the friendship and adventures of young people, which lasted for several years. There was a lot of bloodshed and sacrifices during the [-]s war, as well as dealing with various forces after the war to reorganize the British magic world.

According to the biography, suffering is also a kind of wealth. It was those difficult days that sharpened a strong and excellent leader who gave people hope in the dark, and made Harry Potter a person.

But suffering is suffering.

If it weren't for the inability to escape and the inability to choose, who would really be willing to face those.

He could die calmly, even generously, but he would never be able to be grateful for the peace he finally found after getting through it, let alone be grateful for the glory added to his body after defeating it.

After all, he has passed the age of being weak and melancholy because of this, recalling those past events again, his mood is still calm and indifferent, and now he is so carefully comforted by a young man, with an attitude as if he is breathing on an invisible wound, While it's funny, it's also inevitable that it will touch your heart.

"Okay." The hair on his forehead was itchy, Harry chuckled and turned his head, a soft kiss landed on the cheek, "Are you going to spend a day here?"

"Go on a date?" Lucius stopped and suggested in a low voice.

"can."

Harry nodded in agreement, and was about to get up to leave, but the boy turned his head to look for it for a while, bent down and picked up his glasses from the floor—fortunately, they didn't break, maybe they were too focused and knocked them to the ground.

Lucius lowered his head and wiped the glasses clean, put them on the bridge of Harry's nose, looked at them for a while, and smiled with satisfaction.

Just don't show it to others.