[HP] Noble

"Obviously, no." Draco fell back on the sofa and brushed his soft platinum hair. "Okay, tell me, why?"

"Because your father is going to sentence the hippogriff to death."

"Huh?" Draco frowned slightly again, and said thoughtfully, "I didn't tell Dad about it."

"Pansy, Zabini, or Crabbe, Gore." Scorpius shrugged, "They don't care if you lose face or not."

"It might be Nott." Astoria said softly, the two boys realized that there was still the third person present, and they turned their heads to look at her at the same time, Astoria didn't seem to feel the stabbing He looked down and said, "He's not as friendly as he looks, is he?"

"Maybe." Draco said curtly, "Why are you still here?"

...too much.Scorpius rolled his eyes, he decided to pretend that he didn't see Astoria's blushing face, and calmly changed the topic: "Oh, what do you think?"

"What do you think?" Draco turned his attention back to Scorpius.

"Maybe you can turn things around about the hippogriff."

"Don't even think about it."

"..."

"I'm ashamed enough—what's he going to think of me in front of my dad? Damn—" Draco had a horrified look on his face, but he managed to pull it back quickly—"he hurt me Now!" the boy said capriciously, "Now I've lost all face in front of my father, so what reason do I have to say a good word for that stupid big monster?"

"Ah—" Scorpius dragged out an answer that even he himself wanted to snort, "because Professor Hagrid will be sad?"

"You should take your medicine." Draco didn't move, he looked at Scorpius and replied blankly.

Scorpius sighed, and sat down opposite Draco: "Well, I knew it wouldn't work—I just promised them, come and ask—"

"You agreed to do things for Gryffindor after splashing vanilla licks up my sleeve—that silly baby Potter!" Draco looked critically at Scorpius, feeling betrayed, his face darkened Come down, "What's wrong with you?"

The first-year Slytherin sitting across from him laughed like a fool, "What are you laughing at!" He yelled at him viciously.

"There were four Gryffindors—and one of them was a professor," Scorpius held up four fingers and waggled. "What else could I do?"

"They won't do anything to you, self-righteous Gryffindors," Draco pointed out sarcastically.

"Well, maybe." Scorpius sat on the sofa and hooked his foot to his schoolbag, and the third-year Slytherin on the opposite side snorted disapprovingly, "Oh, don't be so picky, Draco " Scorpius said happily, "Professor Snape said that the common room is a place to relax, and we don't have to put on a show here."

"First, etiquette is etched in my bones, that's no pretense. Second, you completely distorted Professor Snape's words, if you repeat them in front of him, I bet he'll stuff you into a cauldron Make it into soup."

Scorpius took out his potion textbook and a large roll of parchment and threw them on a chair without listening. He paused and turned to the other side of the opposite sofa, who seemed to be concentrating on studying a little blond girl with lace skirt: " Hey Astoria?"

She seemed to be taken aback, raised her head after a sudden tremor, and looked blankly at the person who called him.

Scared her?Scorpius was a little apologetic: "Oh, I just wanted to ask you, do you want to write the thesis on 'burn healing ointment' in potions? I still have some questions to ask you—"

"Maybe you can ask Mr. Malfoy," Astoria smiled politely, "he's always been good at potions."

Scorpius frowned, not knowing what was going on.

Draco stretched his legs and half-lyed on the sofa, not responding at all to the girl's obviously fawning words.

There was an awkward silence in the common room, Astoria really didn't look well right now, she sniffed and blinked hard, then stood up from the sofa without saying anything, surprised Scorpius , she stood up and walked in front of Draco, who still looked lazy, "I'll go first." Astoria said quickly in a low voice, and Draco said impatiently, "Hmm." With a groan, the soft pale blond hair fell beside his cheek, which made him look even more indifferent.

The girl nodded, turned around and lifted her skirt, turned and quickly stepped up the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory, and finally disappeared into the darkness around the corner.

"How did she—when did you know Astoria?" Scorpius asked blankly, looking in the direction where the little girl disappeared.

"Can't you just forget about this?" Draco pulled the parchment from under his ass and stuffed it into Scorpius' hands. "Here, look! Burn it after you're done."

Scorpius unfolded the parchment suspiciously, and there was only one sentence on it:

The youngest daughter of the Greenglass family needs a gentleman's care.

The signature is in gorgeous and soft handwriting, and it looks like it came from a woman: Narcissa Malfoy.

"Got it?" Draco asked sarcastically.

"Your 'guide' has done a good job, you don't have to worry about this, and I think Astoria is a very easy girl to get along with." Scorpius held back for a long time before saying this.

"Very good." Draco turned over forcefully, and roughly dragged the pillow behind him out to Scorpius' face, "You really don't understand." He stubbornly insisted on turning his back to Scorpius, silently Clearly showing that he doesn't want to say a word more right now.

Scorpius smirked at his ass, stood up bored, and turned to chase away Crookshanks who had obviously been here too long.

"—You two are fruitless together!"

With a cat's paw print on his face, Scorpius roughly threw Crookshanks through the cellar door.

The big ginger cat rolled on the ground, lightly turned over and sat on the spot, bared its teeth at Scorpius, turned and ran away.

……

The atmosphere at the Slytherin table was a little strange the next morning.Scorpius noticed that Astoria had moved from the farthest corner to a more conspicuous position outside. There were a few fifth graders sitting scattered around her. A black-haired girl was trying to talk to her. She Occasionally she responded politely, but mostly, she remained silent as usual.

Pansy squeezed past Zabini and sat down on Draco's left, looking slimier than usual, hanging off Draco's body almost as she tried to shove the egg from a small silver spoon. The milk pudding was stuffed into Draco's mouth, and Scorpius noticed that it was her spoon.

"Pansy, I don't like pudding." Draco frowned in disgust, and sideways avoided.

Pansy lost her balance and almost climbed onto him. A gloomy look flashed across her eyes. She stabilized her balance and stuffed the pudding back into her mouth: "Okay, wayward young master."

"Tut tsk tsk," Blaise Zabini, who was squeezed to Scorpius' side, smacked his lips and sighed, "The sorrow of the nobles."

Scorpius raised his head blankly from the scrambled eggs in front of him: "What?"

"Although my family is an aristocrat, no one has ever asked me who I want to be with." Zabini said pointedly, suddenly a playful smile appeared on his face, and he turned to Scorpius, "With me Come together Gretel, be my lover, my mother will welcome you."

The answer Scorpius gave him was that the scrambled eggs in his mouth sprayed back on the plate.

Draco jerked his face away, groaned in disgust at the sight, and moved his breakfast three places away from Scorpius.

"Oh! Shut up, Brace, let me have a meal in peace." He shouted from a distance across the silver tableware of several seats.

"Okay, capricious young master." Zabini replied with a smile.

Scorpius pushed away the ruined breakfast in front of him, and the plate disappeared out of nowhere on the table, and a new shiny silver small plate reappeared in front of him, and he took a new piece of bread for himself. While buttering it, Scorpius looked around absent-mindedly, and something surprised him to stop what he was doing—

"Where's Goyle and Crabbe?"

Not seeing them both at mealtime was like adding fifty points to Potter by Professor Snape - unless a miracle happened.

"Oh, they have work," Draco announced triumphantly. "You'll find out in a minute."

For the rest of the breakfast time, no matter what Pansy asked, Draco insisted on not telling her what was going on, until after breakfast, when everyone who had no class returned to the common room, Scorpius saw Goyle, who was entangled in a pile of rags trying to free himself, while Crabbe was sweating profusely, with a silver and green tie hanging crookedly around his neck, he was trying to help Goyle from Freed from the pile of rags, but unfortunately all he could do was tighten the rags, and Scorpius thought Goyle was almost strangled.

"What are you going to do? Make clothes for the house elves?" Scorpius asked uncertainly, picking up a leg of the long black cloth.

"House-elves don't want clothes." Draco looked at the first-year Slytherin like a fool, his silver-gray eyes gleaming maliciously, "Remember, there was a Quidditch match today, Gran Fendor versus Ravenclaw."

"...Are you going to let Goyle perform 'strangled' to kill all the players and achieve the purpose of preventing Gryffindor from scoring..." Blaise asked helplessly, he stretched out his hand tolerantly and pushed Crabbe away, using A "split" hangs Goyle out of the rags ("Oh, thanks, Blaise, I didn't think of that!" gasps Goyle).

"No, it's not that stupid." Draco seemed to be offended, he bit his lower lip, unexpectedly lifted a piece of cloth to cover his head, straightened his hands and rolled his eyes, his throat Letting out a heavy panting sound of "hehe", he hissed and asked——

"Woo—do I look like a dementor...?"

Zabini: "..."

Pansy: "..."

Scorpius: "..."

No, you're like a fool.Scorpius thought painfully.