【Deha】Is Mrs. Lavender updated today?

Ron Weasley sat on the sofa in Hermione Granger's office and secretly glanced at Harry Potter, who was staring at the computer screen without saying a word. He half got up and touched his girlfriend who was in the middle of them, and hooked his fingers. past.

"What's the situation now?" The red-haired young man asked carefully in a low voice.

Hermione Granger raised her eyebrows, "Internet celebrities are paired with the master Yun pinching CP."

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing." Hermione Granger hid her mouth, "Did you see that wisp of smoke above Harry's head?"

Ron Weasley stretched his neck and stared, "Where is it?"

Hermione Granger gave him a slap on the head, and Ron Weasley moaned in pain.

"I mean, his brain is racing right now."

"Why do I think it's a shutdown, you see he has been sitting there motionless for 10 minutes."

"Oh, it may be that the amount of information is overloaded, and the system crashes due to overloaded operation."

……

Harry Potter's face was full of black lines, he finally shifted his gaze to the two close friends who were whispering, "Hey friends, I can hear you."

"Oh! I'm sorry." Hermione Granger made an exaggerated surprised expression, covering her mouth with her fingers, and there was no apology in that look.

The savior sighed helplessly, and pointed to the screen, "It seems that this is a stone hammer?"

"no doubt."

"Okay." Harry Potter stood up from behind his desk, "I'll go back first, and we'll talk about it in the meeting tomorrow morning."

"Uh...Harry?" Ron Weasley raised his hand timidly, "Can I ask a question?"

"You said."

"Malfoy...it's lavender." It's still hard for him to associate this girly name with Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley swallowed, as if mustering up his courage, "He wrote about you and...who ?”

Harry Potter nodded slightly, staring at the name on the computer screen of Hermione Granger's office, whispering.

"he himself."

"Oh...ah?!" Ron Weasley was stunned, "Then...then...so you say? You...you...?" His fingers switched back and forth between his friend's body and the computer screen, and his head followed quickly as if rattle.

Hermione Granger flicked her hands and ignored her boyfriend's horror as if he had discovered a shocking secret, "Harry, what are you going to do now?"

Harry Potter smiled casually, not knowing what it meant, and walked past the two amidst the concern of his friends, and unlocked the office door.

He turned his head, blinked and raised his eyebrows, and said easily: "Go back to sleep."

***

go back to bed?

Put simply.

Harry Potter soaked in the bathtub for half an hour. He thought it would calm him down, but all he could think of was what Draco Malfoy had said to him since he met Draco Malfoy in the skin of "gazing at the stars in the lavender field". those words.

Of course, it also includes being stupid.

For a moment he couldn't relate some of Lavender's actions to Draco Malfoy, that arrogant Slytherin, but looking back, it wasn't impossible.The childish behavior of some people when they were students is not much better than that.

What's more, those unsuspecting loves and words that don't need to be concealed seem to be hidden behind that ID, and the blond young man can more freely reveal his true heart to a strange netizen who has never met before.

He also knew that whether it was himself or Draco Malfoy, there were some things that would never be said in this life without special channels, for example, they could confess their love for each other.

"I like Harry Potter."

He remembered very clearly that Lavender said this sentence a long time ago, and he also gave him a hand-painted Q version of his own because of this confession that looked like a fan. How did you feel when you took the picture?

He picked up the phone, but still did not receive a reply from Draco Malfoy on WLM, Harry Potter edited another message with almost the same content and sent it.

[Harry Potter: Malfoy, we need to talk. ]

Only this time, he was really eager to talk to the other party.

Harry Potter was sitting in front of the desk. On the computer screen was a new blank drawing board. His fingers twirled the electronic pen intentionally or unintentionally. He didn't know if this method could calm himself down a little. He had to draw something.

On the left is a glass of ice-cold butterbeer, which exudes a cold chill on a summer night.The glass of Flame Whiskey that I drank at the Pig's Head Bar had long since passed away, but Harry Potter didn't have that in his bachelor's apartment, and they generally wouldn't meet up here, so there were only some mediocre ones. Everyday drink.

With his right hand, the electronic pen was swiped across the digital board, and the screen instantly calculated the picture in his mind.

It was a half-length picture of Draco Malfoy sitting in front of a bar, gently holding a whiskey glass in his right hand near his slightly parted lips, gray eyes with nothingness in his eyes, and half-long hair that was not tied up meticulously It was loosely tied on the side of the neck, and the top two buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned, revealing the attractive and delicate collarbone and neck fossa.

Harry Potter only sketched a semi-finished product, and the drawing motion stopped.

sleepy.

There are only two words in his mind now.

He swallowed his dry throat, there was not much left in the glass of butterbeer, Harry Potter licked his dry lips and patted his cheek twice vigorously, trying to wake himself up.

He didn't intend to continue drawing this picture, so he simply logged on to Weibo and uploaded it.

[The magic wand is too thin: I want to sleep with my real name tonight@看星星 in lavender field [picture]]

Then he turned off the computer, picked up the phone and threw himself back on the bed in the bedroom.

Harry Potter closed his eyes in the darkness. He placed his mobile phone next to the bed, and his mind began to automatically replay the scene when he met Draco Malfoy yesterday.

"I have self-knowledge."

"It's not my turn anyway."

"I like him."

"I love him."

I love him.

love him.

he.

Although the guy said these words as Lavender, and in Harry Potter's memory, he also had a cold voice unique to women, but this was enough to make the savior who buried himself in the pillow giggle.

What could be more satisfying than knowing that your crush thinks the same about you?

Harry Potter was covered with a quilt, tossing and turning on the bed, and some extremely appropriate and appropriate voices played automatically in his mind.

"Actually, it's not even an ex, a crush."

"Oh—that's easier, press down and forcefully kiss and then go to bed, it's done."

……

"Speak as if you dare to kiss your crush."

"Don't dare. You can try it, it's very useful."

"Success, let me try when I get a chance"

……

"Have you found a chance to force a kiss?"

Draco Malfoy's twitchy face was gradually pieced together in the darkness with countless "forced kisses".

Fuck! Harry Potter bounced off the bed with a groan.

Doesn't that fucking mean that that idiot Draco Malfoy had unconsciously taught himself to kiss him so many times? !

No, this matter must be clarified today.

Harry Potter grabbed the phone, but the blond bastard didn't reply to his message, so Harry Potter simply called a call invitation, but was hung up by the other party after it rang for a while.

? !What does this mean? !

You fucking instigated me to sleep and you hung up the phone yourself? !

Fuck your uncle's Draco Malfoy!

***

Draco Malfoy was curled up on the sofa in the living room with a medium-sized teddy bear in his arms. After Harry Potter's invitation to call was rejected by him, he stared at the phone for fear that the thing would make any strange and frightening noises.

He took a bath early and wanted to sleep early, please forgive these restless hours today.However, it has been almost two hours, and he is still not sleepy, and even ran from the bedroom on the second floor to the living room... He was planning to find some unnutritious bedtime readings in Weibo messages to hypnotize him, but he saw this morning That piece of gossip was about why our great savior, Mr. Harry Potter, bought a robe for women.

Because he has a sweetheart, maybe he already has a girlfriend. Draco Malfoy was depressed again.

Pansy Parkinson hasn't paid much attention to him since he went back at noon. He sent a message in the middle saying that the savior wanted to see Lavender again, but he refused decisively. The original words were——

[Draco Malfoy: Meet his uncle. ]

[Pansy Parkinson: Deserves to be single. ]

Draco Malfoy thought about it all afternoon, but he didn't understand why Pansy Parkinson would let himself go after Harry Potter, a straight man, and a straight man with a girlfriend.

Draco Malfoy has done a lot of unreliable things in his 20 years of life, childish, stupid, arrogant, self-righteous, looking back at the time, the only difference between himself and an idiot may be that he at least knows how to rein in the precipice and turn around.

So, he would not do such a twisted thing as chasing a straight man with a girlfriend.

His Draco Malfoy's view of love still has basic principles.

The blond young man stared at the phone in a daze, the screen had already automatically shut down, the black ink color was like the savior's claws and claws, and he always felt that there was a line of Harry Potter's name written on it in white letters.

Draco Malfoy rested his face on the teddy bear's head and said ten thousand times in his mind:

I don't want to sleep with the savior.

I don't want to sleep with the savior.

I don't want to sleep with the savior.

……

No, I think.

"Ah—Merlin!"

Draco Malfoy was pulling frantically at his hair, the half-length blond locks messed up by himself.

The phone vibrated suddenly, and Draco Malfoy shivered, but the ringtone was quick and short, and it didn't look like an invitation to call.He unlocked the screen, it was a message from Pansy Parkinson.

[Pansy Parkinson: Don't say I didn't warn you. ]

[Draco Malfoy: What? ]

[Pansy Parkinson: You're probably exposed. ]

[Draco Malfoy: ? ? ? ]

Draco Malfoy held his phone guiltily and waited for Pansy Parkinson's sloth-like reply.

"Bam—"

There was a loud noise from the porch, scaring him so much that he couldn't even hold his phone steady, and the square machine came into direct contact with the ground.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

After knocking on the door one after another, no, it should be said that the door was smashing one after another, Draco Malfoy picked up the phone from the floor and checked the time.

22: 48.

Why is there someone knocking on the door at this hour?

The house elf appeared at the junction of the porch and the living room the moment the door knocked, waiting for his instructions.

With his wand in his right hand, Draco Malfoy picked up the medium-sized teddy bear with his left and placed it on the sofa.He cautiously walked towards the main entrance of the villa step by step.Stand still at the door and signal the elf to open the door.

The wooden door of the villa was slowly opened, and the face and figure of the uninvited guest gradually appeared in front of his eyes.

Draco Malfoy looked at the man in astonishment, "Potter?"

Harry Potter just smiled, a harmless laugh that made Draco Malfoy's scalp tingle.The savior didn't speak, but walked into the house with a slow pace, and even turned around and closed the simple wooden door of the manor, and then walked step by step towards the astonished owner of the manor.

"You—huh?!"

Harry Potter rushed up and kissed him suddenly.

In other words -

He was kissed.

Draco Malfoy suddenly felt his whole body's blood congeal, and all his senses were focused on the lips of the two who were close together at this moment, Harry Potter held his cheek, and the obstructive round glasses were between the two of them. Draco Malfoy stared stiffly in place, feeling Harry Potter's hot breath, soft lips, and green eyes that were smug and slightly angry.

What's the situation? !Why did he rush up and kiss me without saying a word! Draco Malfoy's mind was in a mess, and he moved his fingers without knowing what to do.What should we do at this time? !Still got punched against the wall? !Escaping from this distance seems impossible...then...do I kiss him or what? !Where is the best place to put your hands?butt?waist?back?Or just stand there? !

Draco Malfoy, now 26 years old.

I have watched the tutorial thousands of times.

I have written texts after brainstorming sex scenes.

Never kissed a man.

Now, he is confused.

Harry Potter saw Draco Malfoy's flustered look completely in his eyes, and after feeling relieved, he took the initiative to take off the pair of glasses squeezed in the middle and put them in his pocket, and slowly closed his eyes.He poked out the tip of his tongue to trace the shape of the lips of the person in front of him, trying to kiss him more deeply.

The dark-haired young man sucked Draco Malfoy's lips a little harder, creating a small opening, poking the tip of his tongue in, prying his teeth to catch another tongue that had nowhere to hide. Harry Potter frowned as he tasted the taste of Draco Malfoy's mouth, the remnants of tobacco were bitter, he never knew this guy was still smoking.

Draco Malfoy let Harry Potter act recklessly between his lips and teeth, the soft and dexterous tongue seduced him longing to explore deeply, he didn't know this kind of kissing method, or whether the savior's kissing skills were considered superb, neither of these things Important, because he was well aware that something had been set on fire.

When Draco Malfoy gradually became obsessed with the sudden kiss and was about to hug the person in front of him, Harry Potter took the initiative to pull away, narrowing his green eyes slightly, looking at Draco Malfoy's dark gray eyes.

With a playful tone, he whispered in Draco Malfoy's ear, "Good evening."

"Mrs. Lavender."

...Fuck!

Draco Malfoy's face was pale and trembling, his body was stretched against the wall behind him, Harry Potter took a step back, took out his glasses from his pocket and put them on the bridge of his nose again, and looked up again to see the guy in front of him looking scared out of his wits Rolling his eyes, this coward almost embedded himself in the wall.

"I said, what are you doing?" asked the savior.

"Damn it..." the blond young man cursed weakly, then bravely yelled at the person in front of him: "What are you doing Potter in the middle of the night!"

"Fuck you." Harry Potter replied decisively, "Don't fucking talk nonsense, either I sleep with you or you sleep with me tonight, you choose one."

Tbc