[HP] Noble

Scorpius came out of the bathroom only to realize that Draco was too busy to even stay for lunch—

"No offense, I just wanted to ask, so why are you here?" Scorpius sat on the sofa and began to fiddle with his presents. He first released the one that obviously came from Hagrid. If you didn't guess If I'm wrong, as always, it's some handmade nougat and a book.

"I've been offended," Draco said, raising an eyebrow.

Rolling his eyes to himself, Scorpius bent down and picked up the gold and red gift under the table: "Tell me, Draco."

After pondering for a moment, Prince Slytherin said with some hesitation: "Just come and have a look, and confirm some facts."

"what's up?"

"You know what happened last night."

"Are you crazy?" Scorpius asked amusedly, "I just slept peacefully and didn't drink a drop of alcohol before going to bed. Why do you think I forget?"

"I'm afraid you're acting stupid." Draco said confidently, "You do this often, don't you?"

"Okay, I won't pretend...I really don't pretend. Mr. Malfoy, now you are sure that my memory loss only happened last year, and it is definitely man-made, not because I have congenital dementia." Scott Pi glanced at him slightly mockingly, "And I remember what happened last night clearly...Of course, if I can't remember, remember to remind me, Professor Snape can remind me everything."

"What, oh, wait?" The expression on Draco's face froze, obviously unable to understand what Scorpius said at once, "What's wrong with Professor Snape?"

"He saw the whole thing, in the hallway—oh by the way, who put you in my room this morning?"

Draco blinked blankly, "Professor Snape."

"..." Scorpius gave a thumbs up to the innocent platinum nobleman speechlessly, "It's even worse."

"Well, I don't have time to do anything in such a short period of time, so rest assured, I bet it can't get any worse... If you don't mind, I want to know what Severus thinks of last night?"

Scorpius noticed that Draco had changed his title, probably when discussing personal issues, he preferred to put his dean in the perspective of an elder.So he thought for a while, curled his lips: "He said it was wonderful."

"...Probably an irony."

"Nobody's stupid enough to take it seriously. And, of course he'll try to talk me out of it—like telling me not to mind Astoria or something, even though I've caught you guys kissing together countless times, but Professor Snape Said..." Scorpius shrugged, "That's nothing."

"You didn't catch us kissing countless times." Draco retorted slowly, frowning.

"No, I have...in the corridors, in the common room, in the auditorium, at the door of the women's bathroom on the second floor...Oh my god," the third-year Slytherin showed a very mocking expression, "it's only one step away from the Forbidden Forest Hogwarts is over, when you have collected enough, I wonder if I can ask Umbridge to give you an achievement award?"

"Basically she took the initiative." Draco frowned even tighter, "...When did the door to the women's bathroom on the second floor ever exist?"

"Wrong memory." Scorpius sat on the sofa and said expressionlessly, "It seemed that Zabini and a Hufflepuff—"

"You can't imagine me just because you're angry."

"I didn't imagine you... Seriously, do you have to be so weird?"

Draco snorted, apparently unwilling to continue answering the question.He put his hands in his pockets and seemed to wander aimlessly around the room - at one point seemed interested in the old Hornets Quidditch team poster on Regulus' wall - though Most of the players on the poster had reached the age of retirement now, and it was impossible for Draco to know them.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped beside Scorpius' gift pile.

"Look what I found...why does silly baby Potter even give you a Christmas present?" He picked up a packing box with his thumb and forefinger, shook it, and the packing box fell from his fingertips. Going down, rolling all the way down from the top of the gift pile, rolling to Scorpius' feet, Prince Slytherin raised his eyebrows, "It's still heavy?"

"We are under the same roof, and Potter and I didn't want to pull out our wands and stab each other to death as soon as we met." Scorpius bent down to pick up the box, thought for a while, and opened it in front of Draco , which are just some exquisite candies that are specially packaged in the Christmas atmosphere.

"Probably cursed, a chocolate chip can make your nose bleed like the fountain in the Great Hall of the Ministry of Magic."

"Don't be so childish, Draco." Scorpius put the box aside, "You and Potter shouldn't have such a bitter feud, you're on the same side now, aren't you?"

"Who is with him?" Draco seemed to have heard a very funny and disgusting joke, "Who?"

"Isn't the reason why you're standing on the territory of the Order of the Phoenix now to fight with him... that who?"

"The only reason I'm standing here now is to see if you've woken up."

Scorpius wasn't sure if he blushed, he coughed lightly, and fixed the realization on a print on the curtain: "I heard that you gave Dumbledore the address of Malfoy Manor."

"...That was for Potter to send over the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament—of course, I waited for a summer vacation but couldn't get it."

"Okay Draco, you know what that means - you used a dark spell on Ron Weasley yesterday, and Sirius even chose to turn a blind eye, Mrs Weasley is now I don't know that the scar on Ron's face was not actually bitten by a mosquito, it was a compromise made by them, just like what Dumbledore said, for the greater good—"

"Bullshit greater interests, that's only temporary." Draco interrupted him for the first time, "After that person's downfall, the dark wizard and the light wizard will return to the opposite side again, Malfoy never put himself Signed on the tattered parchment list in Dumbledore's hand, not now, nor ever."

"...you and Potter..."

"There will never be a day when there will be hugs and tears to celebrate Christmas, and you'd better stay away from him."

"I'm sorry the dining table downstairs is so big."

"Then sit diagonally."

"Calm down, Draco."

"Tell me you didn't give Potter a goddamn Christmas present, and I'm off."

"Yes." Scorpius shrugged, "It's still alive. When I was shopping for gifts the day before yesterday, I passed by the pet store and found that there was a buy one get one free deal, so I bought one for Hermione for Christmas. Gift, the other one was for Potter—the Twin Feather, remember? The one you gave Astoria."

Draco: "..."

Scorpius said with a smile: "That little thing is really cute, isn't it?"

…So until the two of them went downstairs for breakfast one after the other, Draco also refused to talk to Scorpius, and didn't even bother to give him a corner of the eye.

Probably out of anger.

I have been holding back for a whole semester!The thrill of vengeance made Scorpius ignore such petty emotional issues, and he was sure he had a happy and contented Christmas morning.Draco left Grimmauld Place in a hurry after breakfast, Scorpius walked into the room humming a song in a good mood and prepared to continue unwrapping his presents - of course, he would not tell anyone that he decided to prioritize Look at what Draco had given him.

When he walked upstairs, he almost kicked Kreacher who was carrying the dinner plate over.

"Sorry, Kreacher." Scorpius came back to his senses, and reached out to help the elf who was teetering on the stairs, "I didn't see you."

"It's not the little master's fault!" Kreacher emphasized in his sharp voice, he carefully put down the plate in his hand, and slammed his head against the railing of the stairs, "Bad Kreacher blocked the master's way— Kreacher is a useless little elf, he just gets in the way—”

Scorpius' attention was attracted by the dinner plate that was well placed on the stairs: "Who is this for?"

"It's Miss Weasley, little master Gretel!" Kreacher stopped the bumping, it stopped panting and bowed, and put its head on its toes, "Kreacher found that she didn't come down to enjoy her breakfast!"

Miss Weasley? ... a "filthy blood traitor" a few months ago, and today a Miss Weasley? ...What's wrong with this elf?

"...don't bang your head against the wall in the future, it's not good for your brain, Kreacher." Scorpius said sympathetically, and took the initiative to step aside, "Okay, go and deliver breakfast to your Miss Weasley... .”