[HP] Moonlight Lovers

Lucius woke up early as usual.

He opened his eyes, and what he saw was a completely unfamiliar ceiling, his eyes that were slightly hazy immediately became extremely clear, and after a while he realized that he did not go back to Malfoy Manor to spend the night last night.

The room space is not large, and the classical wooden furniture is solemn in color, with a strong historical atmosphere. The wallpaper is light green texture, which looks softer than the cool colors downstairs.

He nestled under the quilt that exuded a sunny and clean breath, turned over slightly, and was rarely greedy for this lazy and comfortable feeling.

It was snowing again and again outside the window. Looking out through the glass, the sky and the earth were all white, and the surrounding scenery could not be seen clearly. In the quiet space, one could only hear the cold wind blowing and the snowflakes slapping on the ground. Tiny sounds on the glass.

The thought of waking up in the same house as the one he loved made him curl his lips.

This is just the beginning.

Lucius thought happily.

Stay by his side, integrate into his life, and step by step, occupy the most important position in his mind.

He buried his face in the soft pillow and dawdled for a while before opening his eyes and sitting up.

There was a strong sweet smell that could not be squeezed in through the crack of the door. Lucius got up to wash, changed his clothes, and went downstairs briskly.

There was a clanging sound from the kitchen, he glanced in at the door, and greeted the busy people inside, "Good morning, Harry, I didn't expect you to be able to cook?"

"It will be something simple."

The black-haired man looked back at him with a smile. Outside the dark green turtleneck sweater, he was wearing a red apron with a silly and smiling Santa Claus pattern. There were twisted cursive characters and trademarks at the corners. Free gift after shopping in the mall.

Lucius couldn't help laughing, he had never imagined such a homely side of this man.

"Want to help?" He folded the cuffs of his shirt and walked over, asking with some interest.

Harry hummed, looked him up and down for a moment, as if he was evaluating Master Malfoy's hands-on ability, and then ordered: "Take the pumpkin pie and honey ham to the dining room first - hot cocoa or milk?"

Lucius picked up two full plates, compared the heights of the two, and blinked slightly, "Milk, thank you."

His expression was too obvious, Harry couldn't help but rubbed his neatly groomed hair, "Okay."

The breakfast was quite rich, and although Harry's craftsmanship was only average, Lucius still used it more than usual.

He has completely abandoned the noble and indifferent image of Master Malfoy, leaning lazily on his lover's shoulder while nestling on the sofa, clutching his stomach and muttering: "It seems that I have eaten too much..."

Harry raised his arms and hugged him, knowing that this guy was pretending to be pitiful, he rubbed him cooperatively, "Thank you for your support, I don't have to work so hard next time."

Lucius was content to enjoy the benefits he deserved, his gray-blue eyes swept over the pile of gift boxes by the fireplace, and asked in a very lazy tone: "Have you not opened your Christmas present yet?"

"Don't worry about that." Harry smiled lightly, "I've already received the best one."

Lucius looked up at him, the jumping flames were reflected in his eyes, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and he smiled smugly.

The living room is filled with the unique fragrance of burning pine wood. In the quiet space, there are only some slight crackling sounds from the direction of the fireplace.

The two sat together quietly, immersed in a rare and lazy atmosphere. The warm yellow fire reflected the small living room. All the waking thoughts were slowly melted, and I didn't even bother to move my fingers.

The platinum boy reflected on his depravity and laxity in his heart for a while, and then nestled in the embrace that seemed to be able to shield all wind and snow, let go of his thoughts with peace of mind, slightly closed his eyelids, and got closer to the people around him .

"My gift is also inside," he raised his chin towards the pile of colorful gift boxes, "won't you open it and have a look?"

Harry waved his hand, and a gift box wrapped in silver and green colored paper flew towards them. He placed the box on his lap, gently pulled the bow on it with his fingers, and unwrapped it with one hand.

Opening the small brown wooden box, inside was a pair of cufflinks inlaid with dark green gemstones, exquisite and luxurious, very Slytherin style.

"It's beautiful." Harry looked at it for a while, then carefully closed the box again, and placed it on the side table.

The boy in his arms was looking at him expectantly. He remembered the meaning of gifting cufflinks. He lowered his head and kissed the light-colored lips slowly. He could still taste the cranberry jam, "Thank you, I like very much."

Lucius clasped his fingers, a little regretful that he couldn't put it on immediately, and turned his attention to other gifts after a while, thinking that it was also an interesting enough pastime, "Do you want to take it off?"

"Let's go together."

Harry hugged his shoulders and stood up, came to the fireplace, sat down on the soft carpet very casually, patted the seat beside him lightly, and looked at him with a smile.

This is not too gorgeous, Lucius thought, and sat next to him, the two of them were surrounded by a pile of gifts, big and small, and it was quite a Christmas atmosphere.

Harry received a lot of gifts, mostly from students and other professors, candy and biscuits, books and stationery, or some extremely thoughtful small objects made by themselves.

While the two were talking and laughing, they piled up all the unopened presents on the sofa or the coffee table. Harry picked up another gift box and took out a large color box with a Quidditch stadium pattern from the packaging. Opening the lid, a shiny golden snitch jumped out with a whooping sound, and he grasped it in the palm of his hand with sharp eyesight.

Suddenly feeling that the touch was not right, he spread his hand, and the originally quite realistic Golden Snitch turned into a big candy with a lemon aroma wrapped in a light yellow transparent bag.

It's quite a wonderful transfiguration, and I'm not afraid of bumping his nose crookedly. Could it be that James sent it?

Harry raised his eyebrows, and looked down at the other candies in the box. They were all carefully made into Quaffles, Bludgers, or broomsticks, as well as small scarves and gloves in various college colors. , exudes a strong fruity sweet aroma.

He picked up the beautiful greeting card mixed with candies, and the smile on his lips softened unconsciously.

Why did he forget that Lily is only a teenager now, and he has a naughty side that he has never seen before, and will secretly make trouble for the professor.

Lucius lowered his head silently, with a little force in his hand, he tore open another beautifully packaged gift box. Inside were several books with lambskin covers and titles in bold letters, placed in the greeting card on top. The handwriting is flying and jumping, and it seems that it can jump out of the paper at any time like the golden snitch just now.

"Potter would actually give someone a book." He flipped through it casually, his eyes darkened slightly, "It seems that he copied it himself."

Every stroke is correct and serious, it's rare that the young master can bear his temper and prepare with such heart.

He glanced again at the pink greeting card in Harry's hand, quite impatient with the children who were always treated differently by their lovers.

"You shouldn't be so special to Evans," Lucius leaned towards the people around him, and reminded softly in his ear, "Every time the only heir of the Potter family and the Prince family conflict It's almost all for her, and it won't have a good impact on her reputation if a popular professor like you is involved."

Just a Mudblood—

He lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the disdain that he didn't say outright.

Harry frowned at his words, but this matter was not so easy to explain, he could only say helplessly, "I never meant that."

As a professor, being too attentive and eager to a certain girl will always attract criticism. He usually pays attention to it, but some instinctive reactions are really beyond the control of reason, especially when he is no longer conscious. Start in front of people you trust.

Then do you know how gentle you looked at the greeting card just now?

"But everyone knows that they are your favorite students, and no one else has made you worry like that."

The smile on the corner of Lucius's mouth disappeared. Something called jealousy was gnawing at all his calmness and rationality bit by bit. He pursed his lips vigorously. Those gloomy and crazy things were in the bottom of his heart. Opening his teeth and claws, ready to move, he was pressed down hard again.

Don't want to affect the mood of celebrating the holiday with Harry because of those guys.

"I'll be jealous." He curled his lips, complained in a flat tone, and turned around to grab other gifts around him.

Harry was a bit dumbfounded, and sighed with a chuckle, "Lucius—"

He wanted to say something, but he felt that it was not the right time. Whether it was the heavy and painful past events in his previous life, or the feeling that he could not recognize his relatives after being lost, it seemed that it was not appropriate to mention it on this day. .

Moreover, he was not sure whether he would confess all his experiences to the second person.

That's not an easy secret to tell.

"Is it because you don't have confidence in your own charm?" Harry leaned forward slightly, turned the boy's expressionless face gently, and stared at him with a smile, "You are the most special thing to me." of."

Lucius looked at him silently for a while, as if analyzing every tiny expression on his face, his eyes were a bit complicated, and two completely different thoughts were back and forth in his mind.

One told him to be more patient and not to act like an impatient grieving woman, while the other repeatedly reminded him to pay attention to Harry's demeanor when getting along with those people, causing him to retort involuntarily.

"My father said that to every one of his lovers."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was so annoyed that he wished he could turn back time and see the rare expression of the person in front of him, as if he was choked speechless.

Harry couldn't help but start to wonder about his image. What on earth was he doing to remind his lover of that platinum peacock with a flamboyant name?

"Feel sorry."

Lucius spoke in a low voice, suddenly very depressed. In his imagination, this should have been a perfect vacation. The overwhelming wind and snow isolated all the outside world, as if there were only the two of them in the world, and there was no one else. disturb.

But by his words, the good atmosphere was messed up.

He tentatively walked over, and was hugged carefully by the black-haired man. The embrace was as gentle and strong as ever, and seemed to be able to accommodate everything.

"There's no need to apologize," Harry shook his head, and said frankly and seriously, "It's me who should apologize and reflect on you. Maybe I'm even more wrong for making you feel so insecure."

"It's my imagination," Lucius hugged him tightly, and asked in a muffled voice, "Can you repeat what you just said?"

Harry bowed his head and kissed his hair, and repeated softly, "You are the most special to me."

His voice paused, and then slowly, he said with some emotion: "Last night I wandered outside for a long time. If it hadn't snowed, I might not be willing to come back. I never thought that there would be someone waiting for me." I, on days like this..."

"Harry—" Lucius finally raised his eyes and looked at him firmly.

Harry pressed his forehead, his eyes were incredibly soft, "This is the first time someone is waiting for me to go home..."

He smiled happily, like a child full of secret joy because he got a long-awaited gift, but the boy in his arms was so distressed that he pulled into a ball.

"So, would you like to wait for me a little longer?" Harry stretched out his fingers and stroked his hair lightly, "I know you have a lot of questions, and there are indeed many things I haven't told you about. Give me a moment—will you?"

Lucius nodded silently, and slowly kissed his lips.

The heartbeat is true, the tenderness is true, and it is also true that they don't trust each other enough.

But being said so bluntly and frankly by his lover, his heart has settled down instead. There are some things that are worth spending more time waiting for.

As he wished, although it was difficult to travel during the following holidays due to the heavy snowstorm, every minute and every second spent with his lover made him satisfied and happy, even if he just sat quietly and read a book, his heart was so sweet. Bubble.

If it wasn't for being a prefect who needed to maintain order on the Hogwarts Express, he even wanted to go back to school with Harry and not face the half-day separation.

Harry helplessly and pampered the young man who made so many demands. After tidying up the house, he took the suitcase and returned to Hogwarts alone. His little trouble is waiting for him on campus.

The research of the Marauder's Map by the four members of the hijackers is at a critical moment. In order to facilitate access to information, they all stayed at the school for Christmas. On the first day of school, they finally successfully developed it. They sat around the dormitory with excited faces, and their four pairs of eyes sparkled Staring at the small footprints on the parchment and the names floating on it.

"I'm such a genius," James beamed, "How could I have such a great idea~"

"As long as you have to brag about yourself, it's almost enough~" Sirius made a vomit expression, "It's obvious that Remus has contributed the most, but I'm ashamed to say such a thing—the person who fell asleep after checking the information last time who is that?"

Remus pursed his lips and smiled, "Everyone is working hard, look at Peter, the dark circles under his eyes can't be covered."

Peter scratched his head, smiled a little embarrassedly, his excited and happy eyes still fell on the parchment.

Suddenly he blinked his eyes, his expression was blank for a moment, and then he bent down and approached the Marauder's Map as if he couldn't believe it, his eyes widened.

When several other people looked over inexplicably, he stretched out a finger with a strange expression, pointing to a certain name that was moving, opened his mouth but failed to spit out a word.

James and the others all looked at the location he was pointing at. There was a name that was very familiar to everyone, but it was particularly shocking after being arranged and combined. It was gradually approaching the castle.

—Harry James Potter.