[HP] Noble

The good thing about Slytherin is that no one will ever stick their noses out and ask you about things you don't want to talk about.Draco had to thank Merlin for Pansy and Blaise's nonchalant behavior, because he had no idea how to explain his dismissal if they asked - definitely not for goddamn Gryffindor, of course. More or more professors from Gryffindor, maybe, uh, because that hippogriff was kind of pathetic indeed.

And Pansy was right.

That big goofy monster bird liked him, probably as hell - and Draco was kind of proud of that.

Professor Lupine appeared in today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. His complexion was not very good, and he looked as weak as if he had just gone through a brutal war.

In class, the students were taught how to deal with the Sinkpunks in the swamp, these ugly little monsters who love to send the wrong signal for travelers passing by and lure them into the swamp—even Professor Lupine It was hinted that this would appear in the content of the final exam, but most people obviously didn't take it seriously. When Harry Potter and his two friends blushed and leaned over to Draco, Draco's wand fluttered on his slender fingertips, and a cold and mean smile hung on the corner of his mouth as he watched Longbottom crawl out of the mud with great difficulty and flushed face with the help of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

The process of thanking you is not very pleasant.

Because Draco ignored Harry and Hermione directly, glanced lazily at Ron with his eyes as if looking at the swamp, and then made a disdainful nasal sound.

Unfortunately, Ron happens to be one of those pop-and-fry types—

"What are you humming, despicable little boy?!" Ron bared his teeth and claws to pounce on Draco, but Harry grabbed him quickly.

"Hey, boys, pay attention to your behavior." Across the magically created swamp, Professor Lupine slightly frowned and warned with slight disapproval.

"I noticed you've been peeking over here since class began," Draco drawled emphatically, "What are you looking for, Weasley?"

Harry and Hermione exchanged glances quickly, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Harry gave Draco a fake smirk and said quickly, "Thanks over, Malfoy, goodbye!—"

With that, he turned around like a donkey on a sack, pulling his friend back with all his might, and Ron wasn't ready to cooperate, and the red-haired Gryffindor waved his wand loudly, Provocative: "What do you think I'm looking at? Malfoy! Tell me! How do you know I'm looking at you if you don't look at me?!"

"Oh, that's really stupid." Hermione rolled her eyes and grumbled impatiently, "Do you have to jump in when someone digs a hole? — Ron! "

Draco turned a deaf ear, flashed a trademark smirk at Ron, and said in an obscenely sweet tone, "Oh, I'm sure you're looking for Gretel, aren't you, Weasley?"

"..."

Then the world was quiet.

In fact, Ron didn't say a word again for the rest of the class—it was a living nightmare for Harry, and when it was Ron's turn to cross the swamp, he didn't even meet Hink. Punk, he stepped into the swamp by himself, and when Professor Lupine dragged him out of the quagmire, the Slytherin jeers nearly knocked off the roof of the classroom.

If anything was out of the ordinary, Malfoy was surprisingly not included in the group of vipers that knew how to stalk and stalk.

From the beginning to the end, this platinum-haired Slytherin sat alone in the last row of the classroom with his chest folded like some great emperor, arrogantly raising his pointed chin, and his silver-gray eyes were always He looked at Ron coldly.

……

For the past three years, Draco's school life has been pretty simple - studying, teasing Potter, laughing at stupid Gryffindors, eating, sleeping...well, maybe worrying about the ever-out Scorpius Great? ...Forget it, cross this sentence out.

Observing the students around him was an item that had never been on Draco Malfoy's schedule.From the time he entered school, he always thought that he only needed to know two rules, one, he was a Slytherin, and two, Slytherin and Gryffindor were completely, forever, and resolutely opposed.

Now the Prince of Slytherin had the misfortune to discover that maybe he was a bit wrong.

This idea was inspired by Pansy's amazing remarks about "Weasley's crush on Gretel" at the dinner table a month after Christmas, and it really started in March, when the real spring came on a certain day, when it had already changed into spring When Draco in the cloak came out of the library alone, holding a huge "Introduction to Potions and Pharmacology" and hurried past a dark corner of the corridor, he heard some unusual noises.

Afterwards Draco regretted his damned curiosity on the spur of the moment—

Yes, when the strange sound of kicking the armor sounded again, he still couldn't hold back, and quietly walked towards the source of the sound.

Then he saw his captain.

Yes, it was Flint... Of course, Draco actually saw him every day in the Slytherin common room, but unusually, there was a third person there—

Gryffindor's Quidditch captain, that Oliver Wood.

As Draco tiptoed and peeked closer, the two were twisting together in a startling gesture, like Honeydukes selling two-color gummies that tasted like lemon and strawberry.

Flint was terribly taller and stronger than Wood. He managed to control the Gryffindor team captain's wrists with one hand, and firmly and firmly fixed them to his master's. overhead.

Then they are kissing.

Hell, they're kissing!

Draco knew he must be looking terribly stupid now, but he couldn't help—

Take a look, what is this!

kiss!

Slytherin!And Gryffindor!

"Merlin," Draco muttered, turning quickly and taking a few steps back, his wand gripped tightly in his hand when he realized what he was doing—

In fact, even Draco didn't know what he was going to do.

For example, as I swore before, give them an 'armor body' to separate them completely? ... Flint would surely have broken his neck afterwards.Or is it more "convenient" to give Wood a swoon and help Flint do it? ……evil!Merlin's socks!

Draco paled and shoved his wand back into his pocket viciously.

When he turned and walked away quickly without saying a word, he finally knew what he wanted to do——

A solid Killing Curse would be the best choice for this damned couple.

……

Too bad he won't.

And so for the rest of the day, as Scorpius first noticed, Draco was literally out of his wits—unfortunately, no one knew, their Slytherin princes' heads were full at the moment. It was Flint and Wood's glued lips, and... Draco was starting to hate himself for getting up in the morning and giving himself a vision-adjusting spell... well, and those two bloody, sticky Tongues tangled together in a muddle!

After dinner, it has always been an elegant time for nobles to talk and socialize.

The March weather was fully starting to leave the harsh winter, and the Slytherin cellars weren't so damn cold anymore.But because it's built under the Black Lake, the Slytherin common room in springtime is horribly damp, with beads of water coming out of every where, wetting and eroding the furniture, and when all the students have gone to bed, the house-elves will Went out and cast a few drying spells - but that didn't really work, the spells wore off quickly.

With no other choice, the fire in the fireplace could only keep burning like winter, so as to make the indoor air less humid.

Draco Malfoy sank lazily on his favorite sofa, without saying a word, staring intently at the dancing flames in the fireplace.His friends were scattered around him as usual, and some other grades were playing chess or doing homework.

Pansy and Scorpius exchanged a look.Scorpius prodded the Slytherin girl in the side, who turned her face away and made a face at him.Zabini smiled wickedly and sat up expectantly, leaning forward slightly as Pansy shifted his hips towards Draco.

"Draco, dragon, my dear?" Pansy leaned closer carefully.

"What's the matter, Pansy?" Draco asked confusedly, recovering from a trance.When he twisted his face, it was less than five centimeters away from Pansy's face. Scorpius keenly noticed that Pansy blushed, and in the corner not far from them, Astoria calmly folded the book in his hand. Turn a page.

"My God, you look so charming." Pansy admired, "My prince, although I love your handsome appearance, but I want to know more, what's bothering you? I care about you, Honey."

Scorpius choked, then let out a low-pitched laugh—the Slytherins could sing opera if necessary.

Draco fell silent, staring at Pansy for a moment.Then he resumed his original look of staring at the fire with ecstasy—the exquisite profile was half hidden in the shadow of the jumping firelight, like a perfect statue.

Pansy slumped her shoulders, looking disappointed.

After a long time, Draco said quietly: "I saw Flint and Wood kissing today."

Scorpius and Zabini were just a little surprised, but Pansy was the one who reacted the most. The Slytherin girl widened her eyes and screamed, and backed away abruptly as if she had been stung by something. When Co thought he finally had an ally and felt better, Pansy blinked in surprise and said, "Merlin! Flint succeeded?"

"What, what?" Draco couldn't believe his ears.

"Two days ago, I saw Wood yelling at Flint with his wand at the door of the boys' bathroom on the third floor. Oh, my God, Flint has succeeded." Pansy smiled, "I can't tell, He's a little bit patient."

The platinum nobleman rolled his eyes rudely at her, and fell back on the sofa weakly.After a while, he turned over and said lazily, "What's wrong with you, Pansy, that's a Gryffindor—I can't believe how Slytherin and Gryffindor Fall in love together?"

"Yo, that's no surprise, Flint's not the first." Zabini took up the topic, "There are only a few couples that I know of - don't get excited, Draco, you should know Gran It's not that Fendor doesn't have pure blood, they went to Gryffindor, it doesn't matter." The dark-skinned boy shrugged and explained calmly.

Draco smiled shortly, and mocked, "Like the Mole's?"

"If you had to choose, the Weasleys would be one of them, but I don't think any of the Slytherins would choose them—"

"—but they took the initiative to come to Slytherin to choose." Draco sat up and said dryly.

"Hey! Change the subject!" Scorpius frowned slightly, protesting dissatisfiedly, "This is really ridiculous! Ron Weasley doesn't like me at all! - Of course, I can't like him - Oh don't stare at me, Draco, I swear, I'd rather be in love with you if I'm with him."

Pansy burst out laughing in a relatively inconspicuous way, and Draco's face contorted.

Then he lay back with a blank expression, turned over vigorously, and muttered dissatisfiedly with his face towards the back of the sofa, "what is 'prefer'" and the like.

Zabini smiled indulgently at Scorpius. "You can't, Scorpius. How can you have a relationship with your Draco father? Huh?"

Pansy laughed even louder.