【Deha】Is Mrs. Lavender updated today?

Draco Malfoy's slender right hand tapped lightly on the keyboard one after another, but there was no text on his computer screen. Don't get me wrong, he wasn't Cavin again this time, but was admiring that he had finally come back from the computer in the past two days. A trophy fan art knocked out by the HPDM artist called Wand Too Thin.

Of course, it must be from DMHP, otherwise how can it be called a trophy.

Wand too thin: take it!By the way, [the door is there, get out! .jpg]

To be fair, if it wasn't for his fear of scaring his own house-elves, Draco Malfoy would have been on the verge of laughing, so in fact he didn't do that, but was content to admire the picture of himself pressing Harry Potter At the same time as the picture of the same person kissing passionately on the bed, the wicked smile on his face has been magnified many times than usual, oh to be precise, even a little silly.

Looking at the stars in the lavender field: Miss Xixi is the best~!

He has even started to imitate those little fans with too thin wands in the forum. He called Miss Sissi disgustingly, and specially added broken waves and exclamation marks to enhance the effect. To be honest, he sent this sentence himself. I couldn't help shaking three times, hey, it's really disgusting.Those little girls can type these sentences without blushing and heartbeat, which is quite amazing from a certain point of view.

The wand is too thin: ...are you crazy. [Mom mentally retarded.jpg]

Looking at the stars in the lavender field: Of course not, don’t your fans often express their gratitude to you with such words?

The wand is too thin: But the words are disgusting when they come out of your mouth.

Looking at the stars in the lavender field: Oh, what should I say then.

Looking at the stars in the lavender field: [You are so awesome, let me applaud you, okay? .jpg] Is that so?

The wand is too thin: [What can I do?I don't want to be so awesome either. jpg] Yes.

Draco Malfoy rolled his eyes at the computer screen with his mouth curled, what's wrong with that?Whether this little girl has a tendency to be abused or is he addicted to it or something, he is disgusted that he is imitating those soft girls to express gratitude to each other, but he is still disgusted.

The wand is too thin: I did what I said, and it's up to you.

Draco Malfoy twitched the corners of his mouth stiffly, only now belatedly did he realize that asking for a picture was a huge loss.

Looking at the stars in the lavender field: I will go in a while.

The wand is too thin: please live stream a day trip to the Muggle world, you are welcome.

Looking at the stars in the lavender field: Here's another one.

The wand is too thin: ? ? ? EXM? [I have never seen such a brazen person! .jpg]

Draco Malfoy is tapping on the keyboard here, just going to continue to find some high-sounding reasons to blackmail him. The wand is too thin to draw him two more DMHP fan pictures, and if he can knock out an NC17, it will be...

"Draco!"

Well, obviously this is not the right time and place, the Malfoy manor was once again pierced by Pansy's sharp voice, Draco Malfoy could only put his face in disgust, turned off the computer and left the study.

Pansy Parkinson was standing in the middle of his living room again. The girl was wearing a well-tailored and elegant dress today. Draco Malfoy looked Pansy up and down with raised eyebrows, guessing that the dress should be the latest style, at least he was before. never seen.

"If you want a date, hurry up and don't hang around here." Draco Malfoy had already started to evict guests when he came down from the stairs, he glanced at Pansy's dress and makeup and guessed: "Blaise is back?"

"How is that possible," Pansy seemed dissatisfied with hearing her boyfriend's name, "Morning, he—wait?" The brunette girl also keenly noticed Draco Malfoy's different attire from the past, Wearing a simple black formal attire, her hair was not loose but tied up in a neat way, completely lacking in the casual look of the dead house on weekdays, the girl asked with an incredible smile on her face: "Have you figured it out?" , I finally plan to show up this year? I was thinking how many hours I would have to talk this year before I could please you, so it seems that I don’t need to waste my time this time?”

"What?" Draco Malfoy frowned and had no idea what Pansy was referring to.

"...Aren't you going to the graduation party?" Seeing the troubled look on the other side's face, Pansy knew that although the two of them obviously planned to go out, they were obviously not going to the same destination.

"No." Draco Malfoy refused firmly.

"Then where are you going?" Pansy continued to ask, the girl blinked playfully suddenly: "Dating?"

"You're overthinking." With that, Draco Malfoy was about to walk around Pansy towards the fireplace at Malfoy Manor.

Pansy hurriedly chased after him, still muttering about trying to persuade the blond young man, "You really don't want to go, Harry Potter will definitely go, are you sure you don't want to go? Don't you want to see?"

"Which year won't he go, he's the savior." Draco Malfoy's words were full of ridicule, "Besides, what should I go to see? The heroic figure of our savior who I'm admiring is still running to him for an autograph like those brainless fans of his." ?”

"Don't think I don't know you've been paying attention to him Draco," Pansy Parkinson stopped Draco Malfoy from throwing Floo powder into the fireplace, her face was rarely serious, "Even if you don't plan to be with him , go and see what's there, and what's the point of being so bored at home every day."

"If your eyes are fine, I think you should see that I'm about to go out Parkinson." Draco Malfoy was already a little impatient, and he shook off Pansy's hand holding his sleeve irritably, "Also, do you want to Sending me, an ex-Death Eater, to a meeting of the Saviors?"

"Six or seven years have passed since that damned war!" Pansy said almost anxiously, "Draco, you should go out and have a look, the party now is completely different from when you just graduated, no one will catch you If you don't let go of the things you were forced to do in the first place, no one will embarrass the Slytherin students and give the Slytherin students the same look at the annual reunion."

"That's only because you weren't clearly on the Dark Lord's side back then," Draco Malfoy said calmly enough to scare the girl, saying it with hardly any emotion, simply stating a history that had long since passed Actually, "Don't tell me you really think I didn't go to that goddamn reunion because I fucking found out I liked Harry Potter?"

"I never thought of Draco that much, I know, I—" the brunette girl concluded, of course she wasn't that stupid, and Pansy opened her mouth dryly, only to see the blond-haired young man's cold eyes He continued: "Well, I admit that although the public opinion's prejudice against Slytherin has decreased a lot today, it still exists, but Draco, at least our current Slytherin graduates, everyone misses you very much."

"Then give them a treat for me, so they don't have to worry about it, Malfoy doesn't starve to death so easily." After saying that, Draco Malfoy grabbed another handful of Floo powder and planned to walk into the fireplace again, even if he is now 1 If he is unwilling, he has to keep the promise he made with the little girl named Sissy, and go to the Muggle world to collect writing materials.

After all, it is not the benefit of receiving the other party.

"Okay," Pansy Parkinson sighed resignedly, and she shook her head in a helpless manner, "It seems like this is the only way to go, don't blame me Draco."

Draco Malfoy was just about to step into the fireplace, when he was suddenly pulled by his wrist with a slight force, and everything in front of him was twisted and rotated in an instant, and his whole body was squeezed together and kneaded into a ball.

WTF? !That woman could Apparate in Malfoy Manor!He figured he'd have to go back and write a letter to talk to his mother about it, and talk to his house-elves as well.

***

Harry Potter never imagined that one day he would meet the blond Slytherin graduate at a class reunion, even though it was just a meeting and he didn't even say hello.Because the expression on the face of the blond youth held by Pansy Parkinson's arm didn't look very happy.

Moreover, Harry Potter found that there seemed to be a big difference between the other party and the image in his mind, but in fact Draco Malfoy's voice and appearance did not change much, maybe, hair? Harry Potter had been sneaking glances at the blond young man from a distance for a long time, oh, Draco Malfoy's hair has grown a lot, and now he can tie a palm-sized tail behind his head.

Draco Malfoy doesn't seem to have much interest in this class reunion, no matter how you look at it, it looks like he was forced to come here by the girl next to him. Think about it, that person has disappeared from the crowd for five years, and he probably doesn't like it very much. This kind of party.

Harry Potter was sitting at a table some distance away from Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson. In this direction, he could clearly see the expression and body movements of the blond young man obliquely from behind, and he bet that as long as the other party didn't deliberately search the room with his eyes If you look for it, you will definitely not see him.

It was rare that his ears were clear at this moment, and no one else came to chat with him. Harry Potter just looked at the opposite side quietly. He had to admit that sitting not far from him, that real person with flesh and blood was far more powerful than him. Those fan pictures drawn by myself are more tempting.

Harry Potter realized that his pair of round-frame glasses might have automatically added some terrible masking filter for that bastard, because no matter the other's well-proportioned figure and slightly pale skin, those silver-gray glasses couldn't see anything. Emotional eyes, or—

"Harry!"

Harry Potter's line of sight was suddenly blocked by an uninvited visitor, and he looked up with some regret at this old classmate who came at an untimely time - Neville Longbottom.

"Neville? Is there no class this afternoon?" Harry Potter could only find a random topic to cover up his small thoughts just a second ago.

Neville was taken aback by the question, and after thinking about it seriously, he asked cautiously: "Today, isn't it Saturday, Harry?"

"Oh yes," Harry Potter smiled mischievously at the other party, "Sorry, I forgot." He glanced over the other party's shoulders at the Slytherin at the opposite table, Draco Malfoy had already He stood up, as if he wanted to leave.

"It seems like we haven't seen Harry for a long time, half a year? Or—"

"Sorry Neville," Harry Potter abruptly interrupted the greeting from his friend who had just sat down. Draco Malfoy had disappeared into the doorway, so he had to find the most clumsy excuse, "Uh, wait a minute, I'm going to the bathroom."

"Oh good, it's okay."

Harry Potter nodded hastily in apology, stood up and chased after Draco Malfoy in the direction where Draco Malfoy had disappeared.

He quickly turned out of the porch, but he still couldn't find the figure he had recalled countless times in his mind. Harry Potter couldn't help speeding up his pace, and finally caught the man walking away step by step along the winding staircase at the top of the stairs. back.It's a pity that before he could say "Malfoy", the blond youth had already disappeared at the end of the stairs.

Harry Potter stood and lingered at the stairs for a long time, and finally the vibration of the mobile phone in his pocket pulled his eyes back from the distant end of the rotation.

It was still the interface where he had privately chatted with the writer named Lavender before, and it was still stuck on their previous conversation.

Looking at the stars in the lavender field: go out.

The wand is too thin: please live broadcast!

Harry Potter scrolled down again, and swiped out the latest private chat sent by the other party.

Watching the stars in the lavender field: here we are, live streaming for you. [Position confirmation]

Harry Potter shook his head to regain his composure, and then clicked on the location Lavender sent him. Not to mention, it was Harrods in London.But why the first stop for material collection is actually a shopping mall...

The wand is too thin: Why did you choose to go to this place first, to buy, buy, buy?

Looking at the stars in the lavender field: no reason, rich and willful.

Tbc