[HP] Moonlight Lovers

On Christmas Day, Lucius sat at the dining table, scooped up a small piece of pudding with a small silver spoon, and tasted it slowly, facing a table full of rich food, but felt a little bit unable to eat.

Abraxas clicked his tongue lightly, wiped the corners of his lips lightly with a napkin, threw it on the dining table, and stood up abruptly, "Come here tonight, Zabini's house has a dance tonight." , Ms. Greenwell invited me to be her dance partner, a beautiful woman has an appointment, but we can't make her wait too long~"

Feeling a little guilty for no reason, Lucius raised his eyes to look at him calmly, and nodded gracefully, "I wish you a good time, father."

"You too, Luke." Abraxas straightened his neckline casually, blinking his gray-blue eyes frivolously, "You have good eyes, but you are sure you can lure him to Malfoy's house ? Actually, I don’t ask much of you, it’s enough to leave me an heir surnamed Malfoy—”

He looked at his son's slender and slender figure, curled his mouth slightly, and added a sentence reluctantly, "Anyone can give birth, but it must be a legitimate child."

The silver spoon in Lucius' hand couldn't help shaking, and it knocked over the thin and small porcelain bowl. He stared at the back of his father who left gracefully, and for the first time in his life, he had the urge to swear.

Taking a deep breath, he quickly picked up the napkin and wiped his fingers, got up and left the table, his usual unhurried footsteps were so heavy.

It doesn't matter who is born, he doesn't want to...

The platinum boy suddenly thought of the intimacy that he was under the control of his lover from beginning to end in the office a few days ago, which made him completely uncontrollable, his pale and handsome face blushed slightly.

He returned to the bedroom and sat alone for a while, wanting to read a book but didn't turn the page for a long time, his mind was full of those smiling and focused eyes.

Even though he has already made an appointment to meet him tomorrow, he still can't control his eagerness to see him, wishing he could appear in front of him right away.

Lucius closed the book and threw it aside, then stood up suddenly.

why not?

His heart was pounding.

Why obediently let that person arrange, counting the time here and waiting for the arrival of tomorrow?

He should have thought so earlier, to find him, to accompany him, not to leave him alone.

When he came to the cloakroom, Lucius looked at the rows of neatly ironed clothes and sighed with some regret. If he went to the Muggle world, he wouldn't be able to wear his favorite robes.

His fingers slid lightly, and after picking and picking for a long time, he finally managed to choose a dark green windbreaker among the many coats, and quickly matched the cufflinks and boots.

After everything was dressed properly, Lucius stood in front of the magic mirror and looked at himself, still feeling dissatisfied, seeing that it was getting late, and without further delay, he left Malfoy Manor full of expectations.

He remembered the place name that Harry casually said, and after arriving at the residential area, he searched patiently along the path covered with thick snow.

In the afternoon, the violent snowstorm had subsided, and the sky was scattered with fine snowflakes. He came to the mailbox at the door of the house closest to him, and recognized the blurred sign on it by the dim light of the street lamp. , Seeing that he was still far away from the destination, he continued to walk forward.

"Number 13...he doesn't shy away from it..."

Lucius muttered in a barely audible volume, passing through several small brightly lit houses, seeing through the windows the scenes of Muggles toasting, drinking and laughing, and some children laughing and making loud noises. Christmas crackers, eyes bright with excitement.

Cheerful Christmas carols were flying everywhere, and it was extremely lively, but it was this kind of celebration scene that made his original little thought of taking advantage of the emptiness turned into a touch of distress.

—I should have come here sooner.

He thought silently, and finally saw the number 13 on the bronze plate of a red mailbox with some peeling paint.

But in the house at the back, the upper and lower floors are all pitch-black, only the half-drawn curtains on the first floor reveal the flickering fire from the fireplace.

Harry wasn't at home.

Lucius was a little dumbfounded for a moment, he was only focused on surprising his lover, but he didn't expect this.

It seemed that Slytherin's plan was made before moving, and everything was eaten by something.

Occasionally, a few pedestrians passed by, and couldn't help but glance curiously at the handsome young man standing under the street lamp. He frowned slightly, silently looking at the locked door of the empty house in front of him, obviously standing straight , but for no reason revealed a bit of frustration.

"Lucius?"

When he was helplessly considering whether to wait a little longer or go back first, a slightly hesitant voice came from behind him.

Lucius' eyes lit up, and he turned around to see that Harry, who was wearing a black trench coat and carrying a few bags, was looking at him with surprise on his face.

He covered his lips and gave a low cough, and tried not to be so eager to take a step forward. After standing still in front of the man, he raised his head and smiled, "Merry Christmas, Harry."

Harry's face was a little strange, and he asked subconsciously as if without thinking: "We originally made an appointment, where will we meet tomorrow?"

Lucius froze.

"Florin's Cold Drink Shop in Diagon Alley," he said blankly, the happy smile in his eyes receded like a tide, and there seemed to be something stuck in his throat, and it took him a while to continue as if nothing had happened, "Sorry, I thought ...I can give you a surprise..."

The voice that pretended to be calm gradually fell down, but the expression of the black-haired man gradually became softer, and he smiled with soothing brows and eyes.

After the not-so-obvious vigilance was diluted, the green eyes of the lake were full of warmth, as if the spring breeze was blowing, and the barren plain was blooming again after the ice melted and the snow melted.

Harry let go of his hand abruptly, and several big bags fell on the snow, making a few muffled noises, as if there was the sound of glass shattering, but he didn't pay attention at all. The dimly lit platinum boy was tightly wrapped inside.

"It's me who should say I'm sorry." The person in his arms was as cold as ice, Harry lowered his head and kissed his hair tenderly, his voice was slightly hoarse, "I didn't expect you to come tonight. I won’t go out if I know—have you been waiting for a long time?”

The warmth that rushed to his face drove away all the disappointment, Lucius seemed to understand something, put his arms around his waist, pressed his cheek against his chest, heard a slightly rapid heartbeat, just like its The owner is not in such a calm mood.

"Not long." He closed his eyes slowly, unable to bear to guess what Harry had gone through to be so wary of an unexpected meeting, and the sadness that he thought he was unwelcome all turned into Another kind of sentimentality, "It's so cold outside, if you don't come back, I will leave."

"Fortunately, I didn't miss it."

There was a chuckle in the ear, and both of them fell silent.

The fluttering Christmas carols have never stopped. The people who come and go step on the thick snow and make creaking sounds. I don’t know who is setting off the fireworks. After a few bangs, big flowers bloom in the deep night sky. A brightly colored flower.

Lucius couldn't help but look up, countless light spots fell like rain, and new beams of light burst in mid-air, like a flower unfolding its petals, gorgeous and eye-catching.

"Is it still cold? Let's go back to the house first." Harry said in a low voice.

"Wait a minute," Lucius didn't want to leave this warm embrace, shook his head slightly, and begged, "I want to finish this."

"it is good."

The flowing eyes seemed to be a clear spring, reflecting the colorful night sky. When he was staring at the fireworks, Harry kept looking down at him, with a soft and indulgent expression spreading silently in his eyes.

Lucius blushed slightly, and found that he couldn't ignore the focused eyes, and turned his head to look at the man beside him.

When the two looked at each other, they couldn't help laughing. He stood on tiptoe a little, his eyelashes fluttering and drooping, and kissed him sincerely and earnestly under the bright fireworks.

"You look absolutely stunning tonight," Harry murmured between kisses, sucking his lips softly, like a sweet candy, "It is indeed a, never Had a great surprise.”

"Since that's the case," Lucius frowned and bit his lips lightly, his voice deliberately lowered with a soft hoarseness, "then take your surprise home~"

The arms surrounding him tightened violently, as if wanting to rub him into his body, a warm palm tightly pressed the back of his head, and the sudden kiss lost the calmness just now. Rhythm, becoming hot and eager.

Both of them were immersed in this deep kiss, plundering each other's breath, the agitated person quickly restrained his loss of composure, and finally kissed him hard on the lips, and stroked his lips with the palm of his hand. After a moment of silence, he took a slight step back and released the person.

Harry picked up the thing again and carried it in his hand, with the other hand embracing Lucius' shoulder, walking briskly towards the house in the darkness.

Passing through the snow-covered front yard, he took a step forward and opened the door. He pressed his finger on the side of the door, and the room instantly lit up.

The wood in the fireplace was always burning, and it was warm in the small living room. Lucius followed Harry and looked around curiously.

On the floor from the entrance aisle, there are carpets with cold tones and simple patterns, the wallpaper is also dark green patterns, and there are several brightly colored landscape paintings on the walls. Apart from this, there is no other decoration. The pillows on the sofa are all upright.

"It's not quite the same as I imagined." Lucius' mood was a bit complicated. Compared with home, this place was more like a temporary place to stay.

"The original owner took all his things away, and I didn't add much to them afterwards," Harry seemed to know what he was thinking, and temporarily put all the things in his hand on the coffee table, explaining simply, " The wallpaper and carpet are all original, maybe more in line with your Slytherin vision."

He took off his windbreaker and put it on the armrest of the sofa, picked out a broken bottle of seasoning in the bag, and threw it in the trash can beside him, "Sit down for a while, I'll let the house elves prepare the Christmas dinner."

If it's just one person, it's no problem to handle a simple meal, but with his culinary skills, it may be difficult to satisfy Master Malfoy's picky taste. Fortunately, the professor can borrow Hogwarts house elves to take care of it. Some things, otherwise the two of them will inevitably leave some imperfect impressions on the first time they celebrate the festival together.

After sending all the ingredients to the kitchen, and after everything was arranged, Harry returned to the living room with two cups of black tea.

Lucius had already hung two trench coats, one large and one small, together. With a light tap of his wand, he eliminated the wrinkles on the top and the watermarks left by the melted snowflakes.

Harry couldn't help slowing down, watching his back with a smile in his eyes, seeing this young man appearing at this place, at this moment, it seemed that all the desolation and desolation in the room, which was set off by other people's bustle, were all in one place. In an instant, the warm wind melted away.

Fortunately, he came back early and didn't continue to wander outside because he had nothing to do. Otherwise, if the boy really left, he might not have mentioned to him that he had been here.

Luckily they didn't really miss it.