【Deha】Is Mrs. Lavender updated today?

Porn movies were full of lies, and Draco Malfoy knew that right now.

He was naked and half lying on the bed wrapped in a quilt, yes, alone.If it weren't for the pain from the back of his waist that was tearing at his pain-sensing nerves, he would have thought he was dreaming again last night.

Then again - he will be the one who suffers from hairy waist and back pain!This is completely different from what you said, okay?

Draco Malfoy moved his body, the pain in his waist was more real than falling from the air of a Quidditch match, and he tried to change his position, lying flat on the bed might not hurt so much.

Draco Malfoy pulled the quilt up to his neck, recalling with bated breath the bizarre events of last night that had caught him off guard even now, and he stared stupidly at the ceiling. The traces all confirmed one thing.

He put Harry Potter to sleep.finally.

And, three times.

Yep, that goddamn fledgling savior knows how to whet his appetites, and he's good at stirring things up when a job sucks.This can't be blamed on Draco Malfoy's own weak willpower, who can resist that fool who kisses and touches him and stimulates him with ambiguous [straight man] passionate voice.After last night's fight, Draco Malfoy had to admit that he couldn't bear Harry Potter's panting and moaning, whether it was intentional or instinctive.

From bedroom to bathroom, from bed to bathtub. Draco Malfoy has to admit now in retrospect—as expected, Huang Tu's big hand and wand are too thin, and your savior can play this fucking position trick.

But no matter what, those happy things can't eliminate the fact that he still feels that the wand is too thin and Harry Potter is really the same fucking person. You, and the countless times of confession in disguise like a fool, even if I can't be with him, it doesn't matter, I like him, I love him, Barabara, etc. All kinds of devastating shocks of deathweight.

Oh yes, and a fucking teddy bear.

Draco Malfoy continued to stare straight at the ceiling, only now the bullet screens were frantically swirling in front of him—

Wori, the human design collapsed.

"Ah—Merlin's beard!"

Draco Malfoy pulled the quilt over his head and let out a growl of pained annoyance and embarrassment through the quilt.

The only thing to be thankful for now was that Harry Potter had gone somewhere and couldn't see his stupid behavior at this time. He was sure that guy ended up sleeping next to him last night, but he wasn't here now.

Draco Malfoy habitually fumbled for his phone by the bedside, but found nothing, only his wand lay there.

Oh yes, yesterday when he was carried upstairs by the savior, he forgot his mobile phone in the living room.

The clock at the head of the bed showed that it was almost noon. The blond young man slowly got up from the bed. The pain in his lower back was not enough to hinder his activities. Draco Malfoy found clean clothes and threw away the clothes that had been ravaged by the Savior last night. Enter the box, wash and go downstairs.

Draco Malfoy yawned and leisurely moved from the bathroom to the living room, intending to retrieve the phone.However, the moment he stepped into the living room, he saw the black-haired savior who had just disappeared.

"Are you awake?" Harry Potter noticed that Draco Malfoy walked in and looked up at the person. He hesitated for a moment when he saw the latter's sleep-deprived appearance, and then asked with concern, "Um... is your waist okay?" ?”

"...Thanks to you, it still works." Draco Malfoy pouted, and picked up his mobile phone from the coffee table, it reminded him that he had two unread messages from Pansy Parkinson. Draco Malfoy didn't bother to look at it anymore, he put his phone on the coffee table again, and sank lazily on the single sofa next to Harry Potter. There were black tea and snacks on the coffee table, which must be the masterpiece of house elves.

He noticed that Harry Potter was holding a slender pen in his hand, and the laptop was lying flat on his lap, and an unfinished painting was displayed on the screen.

Harry Potter noticed that the other party was looking at the screen on his lap, "Oh, I asked the house elf to borrow your tablet, do you mind?"

Draco Malfoy waved his hand indifferently, he didn't use that thing much, "I never knew you could draw." He took a small sandwich from the tea tray.

"I didn't know you could write fanfiction either." Harry Potter teased.

Draco Malfoy smacked his lips in displeasure, "When did it start?"

"Drawing?" Harry Potter turned the electronic pen and thought for a while, "After graduation, I don't remember the exact time."

"No wonder." Draco Malfoy muttered.

"Huh? No wonder why?" Harry Potter asked. He picked up his teacup and took a sip. He looked at the blond young man with green eyes and guessed, "No wonder you don't know that I can draw? Otherwise, you wouldn't be pretending to be a little girl with nothing." Confess defensively?"

Draco Malfoy covered up his shame by glaring at the savior, who laughed heartlessly. Draco Malfoy yawned and said vaguely, "You are very talented Potter."

"Oh, thanks for the compliment, you're not bad either." Harry Potter winked playfully at him, indicating something.

Tsk. Draco Malfoy reckoned that his dark history would be grabbed and laughed at by this guy for the rest of his life.

"So what kind of opportunity made you discover your talent in the field of painting?" Draco Malfoy continued to ask curiously.

"Oh, I have to thank you for talking about this." Harry Potter curled the corners of his lips mysteriously.

"I?"

"Do you remember the paper crane you flew to me?" Harry Potter watched with satisfaction as Draco Malfoy's face instantly became a little embarrassed when he heard the word "paper crane". "Friendly reminder, third grade."

"Professor Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts," Draco Malfoy continued dryly. "Werewolves."

"That's right, it seems that you still remember that when I packed my luggage after graduation, I found it was still there." Harry Potter put on a look of disgust on purpose, "Seriously, how can someone draw so ugly. How can I describe you now?" Some kind of artist? Soul painter?"

Draco Malfoy snorted coldly, holding a piece of scone in his hand, staring at Harry Potter with a dark face, and then vented all his anger on the scone, taking a big bite viciously.

"Okay, okay, don't look at me like that, just tell the truth. Besides, I have to thank you for your masterpiece, otherwise I wouldn't be painting." After Harry Potter finished speaking, he suddenly approached Draco Malfoy, grabbed the blond youth with half of his hand in his hand, The wrist of a piece of scone moved his head over, opened his mouth and snatched the remaining half, and finally stuck out his tongue to lick Draco Malfoy's crumb-stained fingertips, "Well, it's sweet, it tastes good .” The savior opened his eyes slightly, and nodded in satisfaction.

Draco Malfoy felt the fingertips licked by the other party burning hot, "You don't fucking take another piece yourself?!"

"Just this one." Harry Potter replied innocently.

"give me back."

"Swallow it. It's just a snack, you can't be so childish."

You're not childish, you're so erotic by eating a fucking pastry. Draco Malfoy cursed secretly, he stood up suddenly and took a step forward, leaning over the edge of the armrest of the sofa, raised his hand and took off the glasses on the bridge of the savior's nose and put them aside.This thing always gets in the way at some point. Harry Potter looked up wonderingly at Draco Malfoy, who bent down and kissed the lips that he had been complaining about just a second ago.

Harry Potter didn't expect that the other party would come to him at the slightest disagreement, and he didn't resist, stroking Draco Malfoy's neck obediently and pulling the other party's head towards him again.

And at this moment, the fireplace in the living room exploded, and a black-haired girl rushed out of it and yelled towards the second floor, "Draco, are you up yet? I—"

Yes, when she saw two young men on the sofa who were kissing intimately, she stopped her voice for a moment, opened her mouth in a daze, "Uh...uh..." The two people had stopped kissing and looked at this Uninvited, she quickly grabbed a handful of Floo powder again under Draco Malfoy's icy gaze, "I haven't been here, you go ahead." And disappeared into the fireplace with a bang.

"Damn it, I said a long time ago that the Floo network should be put in the hall." The disturbed two couldn't continue, and Draco Malfoy simply sat down next to Harry Potter, still cursing that he had just appeared The girl said, "I'm afraid she really thinks this is a holiday villa."

"That was...Parkinson just now?" Harry Potter took back his glasses. He couldn't see what the person looked like just now, so he could only guess based on the voice and the vague outline.

"Yeah." Draco Malfoy nodded, leaning his head on Harry Potter's shoulder, wrapping his right hand around the Savior's waist from behind, almost sticking to it, "After my parents left, she was responsible for coming over every day to see if I was Not alive."

"Sounds miserable." Harry Potter shook Draco Malfoy's other hand. "Are you tired?"

"No, I'm a little sleepy."

"Yes, I went to bed too late last night."

"Who's to blame?" Draco Malfoy retaliated with a pinch on Harry Potter's waist.

"Blame me, blame me." The savior nodded and apologized without sincerity, "Why don't you go back upstairs and sleep."

"Aren't you sleepy?" Draco Malfoy asked with half-closed eyes.

"It's okay. Sometimes I have to watch the suspect all night when I go on a mission. It's hard to get three or four hours of sleep."

"So you've been painting here all morning?" Draco Malfoy glanced at Harry Potter's unfinished work, which was a still life painting of a tea tray and snacks on a coffee table, which seemed to be taken locally.

"How is that possible." Harry Potter squinted at him, "I woke up at 07:30, went back to take a shower and changed clothes, went to the Ministry of Magic at 08:30, and had a meeting at [-]:[-], which ended after ten o'clock. It's almost eleven o'clock When I came back to see if you were awake, your house-elf opened the door for me."

Draco Malfoy listened to Harry Potter calmly recount the full schedule of this morning, this guy had already started work while he was still asleep, and it was almost four o'clock in the morning when the two of them ended that fierce battle, so It is said that this person only slept for more than three hours.

Draco Malfoy frowned and snorted coldly, muttering something eccentrically, "Mr. our savior is really dedicated to his duties, does the Ministry of Magic leave a bunch of trash without your golden signboard?"

"Hey!" Harry Potter slapped Draco Malfoy on the head relentlessly, "This is my job."

Draco Malfoy rolled his eyes in displeasure, "So you're going to go back to your job this afternoon?"

"What do you think?" Harry Potter deliberately threw the question back, "Where do you want me to go? The Ministry of Magic or... stay?"

Draco Malfoy didn't answer, but the arms around Harry Potter's waist tightened a bit more.

Harry Potter smiled softly, and pinched the back of Draco Malfoy's hand reassuringly, "Don't worry, I didn't intend to go to the Ministry of Magic this afternoon, I asked for leave, I have something to ask you."

"what's up?"

"Let's talk about it when you're sober. It's inhumane to ask you to recall the case for me now."

"Then I have to be grateful that our merciful Mr. Harry Potter still has such a little conscience." Draco Malfoy yawned, and he snorted twice in displeasure, "I thought you had nothing left on your mind except work gone."

"You are talking nonsense with your eyes open, you were the only one on my mind last night." Harry Potter suppressed a smile when he said this, he secretly glanced at Draco Malfoy, and of course he received a stare from the other party, "Why don't you go upstairs sleep a little longer?"

"No." Draco Malfoy let go of Harry Potter's left hand that he had been holding, "I'll just lean here for a while, you continue to draw."

"How can I draw with you relying on me like this?"

Draco Malfoy slid down Harry Potter's side and lay down on the sofa, with his head resting on the Savior's lap, looking determined to stay here and sleep here.

"Okay, let's wait until you wake up."

"Call me when you're done drawing." Draco Malfoy had already closed his eyes, and then seemed to remember something suddenly, "That's right, Potter."

"what?"

"Where do you live now?" He frowned slightly, "Drimo Square or...?"

"No, I bought an apartment myself." The savior gently smoothed the long blond hair of the man who was resting on his lap and tucked it behind his ears.

"Oh." Draco Malfoy suggested in a daze, "Go back and connect to the Floo network of the manor."

"Okay, we'll talk about it when you wake up."

Harry Potter lowered his head and touched the man's temple lightly with his lips, "Sweet dream."

Draco Malfoy closed his eyes and raised his brow triumphantly.

Natural sweet dreams.

Tbc