[HP] Noble

When Draco came out of the bathroom, he saw the potion that was still steaming on the table at a glance, and next to the potion, Scorpius was throwing his head down on the table as if I'm finishing a certain thesis of my own... Draco walked over to pick up the potion for curing colds and subconsciously brought it up to his nose to smell it. The tangy smell was mixed with the smell of earth after rain. Wei'er made His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin raise his eyebrows unconsciously: "He showed a keen expression." Is the saliva of the ball hunting bird in it? "

Native to Mauritius, the ball escape bird is a fat, fluffy, flightless bird - known for its extraordinary means of escaping danger, and when a crisis occurs, it can disappear without a trace disappeared, and then emerged from another place without anyone knowing... Putting the saliva of this bird into the potion for treating colds will always have unexpected good effects.

Most importantly, Draco knew that there were only two people in the world who would add the saliva of a ball-dun bird to a cold potion. One of them was his godfather and potions professor Snape, and the other was him. mother...and now, he had to admit he was surprised by the presence of a third person.

But at this time, the black-haired Slytherin, who was lying on the table and brushing with a feather brush, immersed in the end of his thesis, just murmured perfunctorily without raising his head, but asked after a while He asked an irrelevant question: "Who is the author of "Magic Potion and Potion"?"

"Arsenal Pole."

"Oh." After getting the answer, Scorpius immediately filled in the name in his paper.

Draco drank the potion in his hand in one breath, made a grimace, and leaned over to look at the sixth grade Slytherin's paper from behind: "Why do you know that I know this? This is your sixth grade potions class Things that only come into contact with textbooks."

"..." Scorpius raised his head and glanced blankly at the platinum nobleman beside him, only to realize that standing next to him was the second-year Draco who was barely taller than the back of his chair—of course he Not knowing that the platinum noble in front of him would know the answer to this question, he just did it subconsciously - because he felt that the person he was asking was "Draco".

The expression on his face paused for three seconds because of this, and even the platinum nobleman in front of him might not have time to find out what was wrong in three seconds, so he returned to his normal expression in the fourth second, Scorpius stretched out a With his hand, he pushed away the little face that was flushed with heat and said, "The water from your hair is about to drip on my paper, Draco."

He muttered "Sorry" in a low voice, and let the senior Slytherin sitting on the chair summon a clean towel and throw it on his hair to dry off the wet moisture. It made Draco feel that the senior Slytherin next to him seemed to be getting a little agitated at this time-of course he didn't know why, but it was pointless to ask, and he didn't think it was his fault what about.

"You haven't answered my question yet." The platinum nobleman who felt his whole head was about to turn into a Quaffle muttered.

"Huh?" Scorpius asked. "What's the question?"

"About the bird saliva in the cold potion," said His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin reluctantly, "I'm also because only my mother and Professor Snape know about this formula—it's not that they hide it. They are willing to tell others that they have written this discovery into a new prescription and handed it over to St. Mungo's related potion research and development department, but obviously those old guys don't intend to destroy the ancient potion masters who have already entered the coffin. Recognized recipe."

"Oh, this." Scorpius had a headache. Once he let his guard down, he could easily be caught by Draco on some small details. He didn't like to lie to this guy, but when this kind of thing happened At this time, he found himself compelled to do so, "As you said, they didn't hide it - so Professor Snape told me."

"Why did he tell you?"

"... While you were taking a shower, I went to his office to get the cold medicine, because I found that there was a lack of necessary materials in my dormitory."

"It's so late, didn't the two grumpy snakes on Professor Snape's handle bite you? Didn't Professor Snape throw you out?——I remember he has the habit of going to bed early." Draco wrinkled He frowned, looking a little worried.

Scorpius laughed dryly, thinking it was true - if he really had to go to Professor Snape at this time, he would rather coax Draco when he came out of the bathroom Take the Muggle cold medicine instead of messing with the tiger's whiskers in the middle of the night.

Prince Slytherin, who drank the cold potion, didn't look like he was going to sleep now. He dragged another armchair to Scorpius's table and sat next to him. Huddled up in the soft armchair—his own clean pajamas that the house-elf had brought from his dorm closet, in this weather , the perennial fire in the prefect’s dormitory makes the whole room warm, Draco sighed deeply and comfortably, put his head on his bent knees, tilted his head and looked at his side The senior Slytherin quickly scribbled on the paper in his hand.

The whole room was dead silent.

The rustling of the quill pen on the parchment was almost the only sound.

However, no one seems to be embarrassed by this. When Scorpius stopped because of a certain sentence, and frowned slightly and bit the end of the quill to think, Draco would lean over and read his sentence again, Then he pulled his head back - he didn't give Scorpius a comment, because the sixth grade paper was obviously too difficult for him at the moment.

And at this moment, he couldn't concentrate at all - the part of the potion ingredients in the cold potion and the dreamless potion had played a role, and at this moment Draco only felt that his head was groggy , the whole person is lazy and doesn't want to talk or think - in fact, he thinks he should go to sleep.

But he didn't go to the big and soft bed that looked full of temptation not far behind him - I don't know why, compared to covering the quilt and lying flat and comfortably unfolding himself, at this moment, He would rather curl up in this armchair and listen to the rustling of writing—

It's not that he's capricious, it's just that once he heard the nightmare he had on the sofa before, he couldn't help shaking all over. At this moment, he doesn't want to stay in a certain place for 1 times. Having one more person makes him feel much more secure.

Scorpius would occasionally talk to Draco during that time - Draco knew his voice sounded sleepy and answered the senior Slytherin's questions in a mess, and thank goodness, This prefect, who has always been very nosy, seems to be busy immersing himself in his thesis today, until he put a final stop on the parchment paper due tomorrow, and then brushed it in the lower right corner of the parchment paper. From the beginning to the end, the senior Slytherin didn't mention to drive him back to bed to sleep.

Draco sat contentedly leaning back in the armchair - in fact, he didn't even know how he fell asleep - to be precise, when he woke up thirsty in the middle of the night and found himself asleep in the soft bed.

Draco touched the head of the bed, and found a glass of water on the bed with satisfaction. When he grabbed the glass of water and gulped it down his throat, the senior Slytherin beside him turned over, He said in a daze: "Drink less, I don't want to start a good day early in the morning when you find that your eyes are swollen like goldfish."

"Oh, go to sleep." Draco rolled his eyes, but still put the half-drinked water glass back on the bedside that was about to be finished.

Lifting off the quilt and getting into the bed again, Prince Slytherin shivered unknowingly due to the cold air outside and the heating that suddenly surrounded him... He turned over, but accidentally bumped into another senior beside him. The back of Slytherin's hand in the first grade, the sudden touch of the skin made Draco stunned, the realization of "they were covered with a quilt" quickly entered his mind... Draco quietly took a breath like a thief Draco frowned and then quickly stretched his brows. For no reason, the panic caused by the nightmare before has disappeared at this time——It’s like a The person who was lying in the sun and was about to take a nap, he found that he was actually a little fearless at the moment——

Including those damn nightmares.

Even if there is another nightmare in the future, he can cope well.

While thinking this, Draco closed his eyes contentedly, and pulled the quilt up over his chin.

This action earned the complaint from the senior Slytherin beside him: "Don't grab the quilt."

Draco said, "I didn't grab the quilt."

"Oh yes, you didn't snatch it. My hand was exposed outside the quilt because I grew suddenly."

"That's right, that's right." Draco muttered willfully as he burrowed deeper into the quilt.

Three seconds later, he felt the senior Slytherin next to him let out a long sigh, and he turned around and rubbed himself against the middle of the bed - they were closer now, in fact, Draco hadn't slept so close to anyone since he had his own room at the age of three.

"...Why do I feel that the atmosphere in the bed is a bit tense at the moment?" Scorpius muttered, "You look like you are ready to pull out your wand at me under the covers at any time - Draco, you won't Are you sick and confused?"

"I didn't." Draco was glad that the other party couldn't see the stiff expression on his face in the dark, so at least he could pretend to be righteous and growl at him, "It's still early before dawn, Gretel, do you still want to sleep? ?”

"I should be the one asking you this question." Scorpius yawned long as if he wanted to prove himself while speaking, "Shall I sing you a lullaby?"

"Oh, shut up." Draco rolled his eyes, but this time he didn't try to move his body back again, and he barely kept up with the senior Slytherin beside him. It was a little too close, and then closed my eyes again——

"..."

Oh, forget it, it's already covered with a quilt anyway, so there's nothing wrong with being closer.