[HP] Noble

It wasn't until Scorpius and Draco both washed up and climbed into bed, and their heads touched the soft pillows, that the two young Slytherins realized a problem: it was almost two o'clock in the morning, even though they were very Tired, but no one felt much sleepy.

Draco leaned against the head of the bed, grabbed the wand at hand and waved it. A flickering candle was immediately ignited in a lampstand beside the bed. He grabbed the unknown ancient magic book with a black cover and spread it out on his knees. He yawned wearily, and complained listlessly: "Great, I knew that as long as I got a little relationship with Potter, nothing good would happen."

"You need to rest." Scorpius said after a moment of hesitation, "The dark circles under your eyes are already so thick that they look like some kind of black magic mark."

"Whatever." Prince Slytherin said a little self-destructively, "If what happened tonight can make Dumbledore change his mind about letting me continue teaching Potter..." He paused, and then said, "That's still Worth it, seeing that Ravenclaw girl trembling with teary eyelashes in someone else's head before going to bed is a torture."

Scorpius let out a groan that was almost unbearable: "Are they really together?"

"I suppose so," Draco wrinkled his nose, "but what does it matter to us?"

"I don't think that's the only reason you're against teaching Potter." Scorpius blinked.

"...You actually learned to think?" Draco said sarcastically, "Don't push too hard, and be careful not to hurt yourself."

"I've always been very observant."

His chin was gently pinched, and Scorpius met those silver-gray eyes full of sarcasm, and Prince Slytherin's tone without much emotion sounded above his head: "Okay, great. Then, the keen observation May I ask, sir, have you ever realized for a moment that Rachel Dilgarbrest is not an efficient lamp?"

"He's just a first year." Scorpius patted Draco's hand, frowned and retorted, "How much of a threat?"

"So your sharpness just now is obviously short-lived." The latter let go of his hand, lazily looked away, and refocused on the black magic book on his knee. Scorpius suspected that he was reading while talking How much he could see, he got up a little bit, the soft feathers were slid from his shoulders, and the next moment, Draco found that the magic book in front of him was closed and opened——

"What's the matter with you?" He muttered in a low voice, frowning slightly annoyed.

"Tell me?"

"say what?"

"Why don't you want to teach Potter?"

"..."

"..."

The warm Slytherin prefect's dormitory fell silent for a moment, and the only sound of the pendulum in the room was unexpectedly amplified. It was strange that no one had noticed it before.Scorpius stared at Draco, who looked at him seriously with a frown, obviously thinking seriously about how to answer this question - such a Slytherin prince undoubtedly looked quite charming.

Yes, Pansy was right, Scorpius thought wildly, thinking Draco was damn handsome.

The two stared at each other for a while, until Scorpius felt his eyes go dark, his chin was raised a little, and something soft and cold was suddenly touched on his lips, but soon, the feeling disappeared.Draco let go of him, raised his body as if nothing had happened, and pulled the quilt up: "Okay, go to sleep."

Scorpius: "???"

Draco took the black magic book out of the hands of the third-year Slytherin and threw it back to the bed. After thinking for a while, he opened the drawer at the bedside and stuffed it in. After a series of actions, Picking up the wand and waving it again, the room was plunged into darkness, only the fire from the fireplace opposite the bed, Scorpius could barely see through the dim light, Draco yawned tiredly, Get under the covers.

What's happening here?Scorpius was a little dumbfounded.

"Are you going to sleep or not?" After a while, Draco turned over, "If you don't sleep on the sofa, you will put all the chilly air into the quilt by sitting like this!"

Scorpius: "Ah..."

"I shouldn't have tucked you in, damn it, why did I have to remember you're a bad sleeper when even the house-elves are sleeping—"

Scorpius: "Draco, what do you mean by 'OK, go to sleep'?"

"——if I had been smarter, I should have had the house-elves prepare two Hera down blankets at the earliest moment—" Draco paused, and stopped complaining, obviously a little unresponsive, "What? "

Scorpius repeated it again. This time, Draco understood somewhat, but perhaps he was too sleepy, and the expression on his face was quite confused: "It's literally, otherwise...'Good night', you want to hear this ?"

"What about my question?"

"what is the problem?"

"...you and Potter."

"Does that need an answer?" the Slytherin prince snorted in particular contempt, "what is it that makes you think I'm actively trying to teach silly baby Potter a lesson? - I mean, as a Slytherin And Gryffindor, do you think we have a good relationship?"

"Okay, don't tell me, right? Then skip this question and move on to the next item—"

"I'm really sleepy, kid." Draco stretched out his hand, and impatiently pushed Scorpius down into the soft bed, and shrank himself into the quilt, only showing a pointed chin at the edge of the quilt, His soft platinum-blonde hair was parted from the rubbing.

"What the hell were you doing to me just now? When you don't want to answer someone's question, you choose to kiss him and avoid the question, don't you, Draco?"

"You sound aggressive."

"I'm just being aggressive."

"Okay, then you can force it. If you're happy like this... you did look like you were waiting for me to, uh, kiss you, and then I did." Draco's voice paused, but In his tone, he was confident, "Isn't it?"

"I'm sick and I'll wait for you to kiss me?" Scorpius asked back with a smile on his face.

"Who knows you, after all, you have never been normal." The voice of the platinum nobleman gradually quieted down, "Okay, there is no third item, right? For Merlin's sake, it's three o'clock, Scorpius, Time to say goodnight."

Scorpius took a deep breath, thought about it, and didn't know what he was struggling with.So in the end, the corners of the third-year Slytherin's lips were tightened, and he squeezed out an insincere good night from between his teeth.

"Don't be so nervous, you can take it as an extremely pure good night kiss."

"Oh yeah? Then why don't you come with Goyle or Crabbe every night?"

"Obviously," Draco replied lazily, with a relaxed sneer coming from under the quilt, pulling his hand from under the quilt, rubbing the top of Scorpius' head carelessly, "because they've grown up."