[HP] Noble

When Scorpius woke up, the first thing he saw was His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin who was sitting on his left at the moment—he was leaning on an armchair that was too big for him, drowsy Looking sleepy, the scratches on his face looked like they had been sloppily treated, and Scorpius couldn't understand why he chose to sit here instead of finding a hospital bed and lying on it to have a good rest.

Then Scorpius turned his head to the right.

When he saw clearly the other person sitting on the right side of the hospital bed, he guessed that he had probably found the answer to his question.

At this moment, His Majesty the King of Slytherin was maintaining his favorite posture, leaning lazily on the armchair with his head propped on one hand. The size was just right for him. At this moment, he was lowering his eyes, his silver-gray pupils turned slightly, and met Scorpius' eyes silently in the air.

Scorpius moved, and then he found that there was no pain in his whole body, as if he had been folded and disassembled and reassembled again——Please, Earth Spirit's upper body is a labor-intensive task that consumes both physical and mental energy. Quite a huge amount of physical work, Scorpius swears, he will never try it again in his life... The black-haired Slytherin frowned, and the painful cry from his own throat was ugly "hiss ’, but he still said hoarsely, in a low voice, “You shouldn’t have come here.”

Scorpius fell silent, and then he clearly heard a clear sneer from the second-year platinum nobleman behind him.

"..."

Scorpius turned his head and glared at the platinum nobleman who was overwhelmed with joy, and the latter showed him the kind of smirk he was most familiar with.

at the same time.

It sounded the same as the sneer, but another voice that was obviously low, mature and familiar sounded from Scorpius' right hand.

"——I thought that I would get a 'thank you' at the very least. When you closed your eyes and fell asleep, I even thought about how I could control myself not to care about the patient if I only got such a thank you. , before I could convince myself with a perfect answer, you woke up and handed me an even more irritating answer than 'thank you'."

"..."

Scorpius turned his head blankly.

Then he looked at the same pale and handsome face of the adult version of Draco.

At this moment, on this proud face, there was still a trace of sickness that could not be concealed.

Scorpius's heart moved, and he had a subconscious adverse reaction to his lover's rare tired and sickly appearance. However, when he immediately realized the circumstances under which he saw this face again, he Feeling his head began to hum and ache, he sat up a little, and said to His Majesty the Slytherin King who was looking at him with a dissatisfied expression at the moment: "If I were Dumbledore, I wouldn't Agree to time travel in your situation, Draco—”

"What kind of situation?" The adult version of Draco raised his eyebrows, looking a little dangerous, "Compared to someone who bathed himself in blood and basilisk venom, I feel that my It’s not really that bad.”

Scorpius: "..."

"Oh, Gretel, to be precise, I saved your life a few years later," said the second-year Slytherin's voice lazily behind Scorpius, "if you say so, Even I think your performance is too lacking in proper decorum."

Scorpius: "..."

Now, the brunette Slytherin was pretty much regretting why he had woken up.

Rather than being mentally tortured by two Dracos at the same time, he would rather lie there unconscious and pretend that nothing happened here.

But at this moment, as if he didn't intend to give him much chance to adapt to the current weird situation, His Majesty the King of Slytherin, who came from four years later, put his feet in place, and then gracefully stood up from the armchair with a little force. Getting up, he came to Scorpius' hospital bed, and the shadow cast by him completely covered the black-haired Slytherin who was looking up at him stupidly at the moment. He lowered his head and looked expressionlessly. Looking at him, he said, "Since you've woken up, you'll finish what you need to do. How long are you going to stay in this place?"

Scorpius didn't have time to answer, but on his left, the second-year platinum nobleman widened his eyes slightly, showing a vigilant expression: "I can understand that something is about to happen here, can't I?"

"Yes," Draco, who was standing next to Scorpius, said to his childhood self in an almost merciless tone, "then you will be like what I have experienced, like a white-eyed wolf It seems that you forgot the name of your guide when you first entered Hogwarts, and then spent four chaotic years in this situation, until you became a professor again, fell into the hands of stupid students, lost My own memory..."

The second-year platinum noble looked like a deflated ball. He didn't look at himself as an adult, but at the black-haired Slytherin sitting on the hospital bed at the moment. He stared at him and muttered, : "Grete, this isn't fair to me."

Scorpius seemed to have something to say—but before he could say it, his mouth was covered by the adult version of the platinum aristocrat standing beside his bed at the moment, and he could only slightly widen his eyes and say " "Woooooo" dissatisfied voice, at the same time, looking at Draco who came from four years later, he showed a mocking expression: "It's quite fair, I should go through this in every period, and you are no exception-I still Thought we had an agreement before this guy woke up."

Scorpius grabbed the hand covering his mouth and asked, "What consensus?"

"A unilateral agreement about myself." The adult version of Draco said as he glanced lightly at himself in the second year with his silver-gray pupils.

Second year Draco stared at his adult self for a while.

After a few seconds, he sighed as if in compromise, and raised his hand in a bad mood to mess up his neat platinum-blonde hair: "I always hope that when I grow up, I won't be too like me. Dad, even though he always thought I should grow up like him, oh, that kind of strong character or something-now, it seems that he got his wish, doesn't he?"

The adult version of Draco raised his chin and said proudly: "This is a normal attitude towards brats."

The dejected expression of the second-year platinum noble at this moment made Scorpius quite unbearable, and he couldn't bear it, and said: "You don't think there is anything wrong with bullying yourself, Draco?"

Hearing this, Draco narrowed his eyes slightly and bent down. He let himself get closer to the black-haired Slytherin who was sitting on the hospital bed at this moment—the two stared at each other for a while, almost exchanging breaths. After a while, He explained in a lazy tone: "I know better than you what my personality was when I was a child, my dear, when I want something, I can behave pitifully and make everyone obey me, which is reasonable It is an effective method, but it is not effective today.”

Scorpius suddenly turned his head to look at the second-year platinum nobleman—as expected, at this moment, he swept away his previous listless appearance, and was busy sitting in his seat showing contempt and mockery to his future self. Laughing... As if sensing Scorpius' gaze, he turned his head again and shrugged at him: "A reasonable and effective, necessary means—I want you to stay, what's wrong with that?"

"...you're such an out-and-out little bastard, Draco." Scorpius said blankly, then turned his head, and saw that he was standing by the bed, looking at himself with his noble head hanging down. Another face with the same facial features, but more mature, "You too."

The Slytherin king smiled languidly at him. "I thought you'd figured it out from the first moment we met."

The first moment we met?

Scorpius thought for a while, oh, that was when he just came to the UK from China, stood helplessly on the Hogwarts Express, and wanted to kill himself because of the language barrier.

His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin descended from the sky, stood behind him, looked down at him, and told him to get out of the way.

"..."

Scorpius had to admit that Draco was right - he'd been the trick-or-treating bastard in his life from that moment on, before, now, and probably for a long, long time to come.

Scorpius took a deep breath. At this moment, he seemed to hear his heart beating powerfully in his chest... The hand of the person standing on the edge of the bed that was originally on the edge of the bed slipped and landed on the On his shoulders, it was like the low temperature in Draco's memory that he was familiar with. Through the thin shirt, the warmth in another sense was transmitted from the palm of the other party.

Scorpius solemnly took off the silver snake ring on his middle finger. At the same time, he couldn't help but see the goblin-made ring he was wearing on his little finger at this time—whether it was a second-grade student named Scorpius. When His Royal Highness Prince Leitlin handed it over to him, proudly claiming that it was a handicraft on the street, or afterward, they sat side by side on the narrow stairs, and he solemnly told him This is no time for casual crafts...

When the picture appeared in Scorpius' mind, he was surprised to find that it seemed to have happened yesterday, an hour ago, 10 minutes ago, or even just a second ago.

Amidst the dissatisfied voice of His Majesty the Slytherin King behind him, he turned to the direction of the second-year platinum nobleman. At this moment, the latter was looking at him with an expressionless face and a tense little face.

Scorpius smiled and opened his arms. "Or a parting hug?"

The second-year platinum nobleman had a cold and delicate face, but he still stood up from his seat. He came to the bedside and gave the senior Slytherin a gentle hug... They let go of each other, and Draco's hand slipped from his neck, but he didn't move away completely. He was almost half lying on the hospital bed, with both hands grasping the sleeve corner of the black-haired Slytherin's shirt, and he looked up slightly. Looking at him with his head down, he frowned: "In that case, we will meet again, right?"

Scorpius nodded solemnly: "Yes."

His Majesty the King of Slytherin added coolly from behind, "Don't fantasize too much. Believe me, you will still act like an asshole when you meet him again."

It's just that at this moment, the second-year platinum nobleman and Scorpius ignored him.

Draco's hand on Scorpius' sleeve tightened slightly, and his brows were tightly furrowed, never letting go since just now: "If we meet again, it's best not to make me wait too long .”

Scorpius nodded solemnly again, and he heard himself say, "Yes, I promise you."

While they were talking, the silver snake ring tightly held by the black-haired Slytherin shone with unprecedented dazzling light, and the red shimmered more and more intensely, and finally the light shot out from between the black-haired Slytherin's fingers , completely enveloped the three people in the ward at this moment——

The red light gradually converged into a track like a bridge of light, linking Draco who was holding Scorpius' sleeve with him at this time, and countless things like memories and thoughts slowly moved along the track from the platinum noble's mind. Slowly drilled out, followed the track, and was continuously sucked into the silver snake ring...

Scorpius looked down at the shrunken Draco who was close at hand. When he first met Draco Malfoy, he looked almost exactly the same as now... When his gaze met When the eyes in those silver-gray pupils met, he felt his chest suddenly tightened. For a moment, he felt as if he had forgotten how to maintain a steady and normal breathing.

As the light surrounding them became more and more dazzling, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, blowing the hair of the second-year Slytherin who was lying on the bed at the moment a little messy, and Scorpius didn't even want to lift it up. Hand, arranged it for him smoothly, but when he wanted to withdraw his hand, he was grabbed by the other party suddenly——

He was caught off guard, and his body lost his balance and fell forward.

At the same time, he heard the second-year Prince Slytherin muttering, "Just in case, let's just kiss him goodbye."

As soon as his words fell, Scorpius smelled a familiar breath approaching him from far and near, and then touched another pair of soft but extremely cold lips on his lips.

At such a close distance, no matter how strong the light is, he can still clearly see at this moment, in front of him, His Royal Highness Prince Slytherin, who has always been proud and arrogant, with red corners and eyes like It is covered with a layer of water and looks very bright...

And at this moment, the surrounding air seemed to be evacuated, and the space seemed to be compressed from all directions.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of Scorpius' familiar spinning, the strength of the hand firmly grasping his cuff disappeared, and he only felt that his body suddenly floated lightly into the sky, and at this moment, from his A pair of strong arms stretched out from behind, and those arms were firmly clasped around his waist, firmly fixing him in his arms who was about to float in an unknown direction, and taking him along with another strong suction force. Trapped in the original tunnel of the time twister——

The strong sense of oppression made people breathless. Just when Scorpius felt that he was almost suffocating, the surrounding oppression suddenly disappeared. He suddenly opened his eyes, and Malfoy was close at hand. The magnificent and familiar ceiling in the manor and Draco's bedroom, Scorpius was taken aback for a moment, and the sudden fall made him let out a cry of surprise, and then landed on Draco's feet on all fours That big, soft bed.

When his limbs were buried in the thick blanket, not far from him, another figure that was much slender and slender also fell gently.

"Oh, Draco—"

Scorpius struggled to get out of bed.

However, before he could fully get up, he was pushed back on the bed by the long arms stretched out by the person beside him who had just landed!

Scorpius uttered a cry of protest, but on the lower side, the person who was lying beside him rolled over and nimbly pressed firmly on his body, his eyes suddenly went dark, before Scorpius had time to realize what happened, Just in the posture at this moment, a not-so-gentle kiss was ushered in——

The other party pressed him firmly in the middle of the soft bed, biting his lips recklessly as if he had forgotten all the elegance that a nobleman should have. His lower mouth was neither light nor heavy until the black hair The young man's lips were so red and swollen, sore and itchy, that he let him go mercifully...

However, it was clear that those on Scorpius were not prepared to call it a day.

Because soon, his cold, snake-like flexible tongue stuck into his mouth, easily opened his teeth, and conveyed the unstoppable enthusiasm that made people tremble all over. He entangled the tip of his tongue like A person who has been thirsty for 1 years finally got a glass of life-saving water——

From the beginning to the end, Draco's fingers were always pinching Scorpius' chin, forcing him to open his lips to accept himself in the way he liked... During the confusion of snorting, there was no time to swallow from the corners of the two lips. Saliva wets his fingertips.

When the breaths of both of them became heavier and heavier, Scorpius clearly felt that something was becoming harder and harder and obviously pressed against his legs. At this moment, he finally felt a lightness on his body, that The slender platinum nobleman who was pressing on him finally turned over and lay heavily on the bed beside him. He let out a long breath, and casually grabbed the soft platinum hair that fell between his forehead and blocked his eyes. The silver snake ring that had been on the black-haired Slytherin's middle finger gleamed at the tip of his finger.

"disinfect."

"...Crazy, that's yourself in the second grade!"

"Well, that's true, but it still feels a little strange. I almost put my hand over your mouth at that time, don't think I'm too late." His Majesty King Slytherin muttered, "Now we are faced with a choice between the two. Difficulties."

"..."

"Should I tell my parents and your parents first that it's better for us to come back, or is it better to continue now?"

"..." Staring at the gorgeous ceiling, the black-haired Slytherin rolled his eyes, raised his hand and wiped the saliva from his lips viciously, "I can't choose."

"I'll count one, two, three, and we'll talk together."

"Oh come on, everyone knows you never finish counting one, two, three!"

Scorpius turned over and sat up while talking with disgust on his face. He just sat up and was about to get out of bed and adjust his appearance to make himself look normal and face the next meeting with his parents to report his safety, but before he could sit still, he was pulled He fell into the arms of the people around him with his arms—behind him, His Majesty the King of Slytherin firmly fixed his arms around his waist, and blew into his ear by the way: "I think the second option is more scientific. "

"The obscene demon."

"We should find something to celebrate my recovery."

"As if it's such an honor."

"Of course," Scorpius felt a cold lip fall on the back of his neck, "I don't have to worry about arguing with you about the guide any more, for Merlin's sake, for this issue Arguing is annoying enough."

"Oh yes, after this trip, there are more than a few problems left over from history that have been solved." Scorpius smiled and cracked his mouth, showing his white teeth, "You reminded me that you took advantage of your youth and ignorance The shitty things you did—”

"Repay you on the bed?"

"...Rogue! Obscene demon!"

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