[HP] Shh, it's a secret

Draco thought he wouldn't be able to fall asleep, but instead, he fell asleep, quickly, and had a sweet dream.About the content of the dream... Draco was sincerely thankful that his dear godfather had been less keen on using Legilimency on him lately.

The next day was a Saturday, and Draco reluctantly woke up around nine o'clock and quietly cleaned his bed.After waking up, he asked Harry to stay in the room in the form of an Animagus under the cloak of invisibility, promising to bring back food and gadgets to pass the time, and then moved around in every corner of the room, especially near the door. Hands and feet left.

After all this, Goyle and Crabbe were in front of him almost immediately when he showed up in the Slytherin common room, looking like they had been waiting for a long time.Draco nodded towards them, and the two big men looked at each other with a sigh of relief and automatically followed behind him.

"Anything new?" Draco asked casually as he led the way to the lounge door.

"A Ravenclaw schoolgirl was taken away last night," Crabbe whispered, right behind Draco.

"Ravenclaw?" Draco frowned.

"It's that crazy girl," Goyle said.

"Oh, it's her." Draco imagined the blond girl with the ridiculous lion's head on the Quidditch field, who later became Mrs. Longbottom, "Lovegood... the editor of The Quibbler" daughter?"

"Yeah, that's her," Crabbe said. "They suspect his father secretly helped Danger One, the paper that's been playing against the Daily Prophet."

"Yeah." Draco glanced back at him lightly and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"Not yet," Crabbe said, "By the way, Draco, today is Hogsmeade Day..." He wanted to say something more, but the door of the lounge opened just at this time, and there was a man standing outside the door. People told him to automatically shut up and put his head down.

Draco stopped too.He blinked and couldn't believe what he saw. The older Slytherin was standing in front of him with his back turned. He would never mistake that person even if it was just a back view.Draco was very happy, the first person he saw on the new day was that person, please forgive him for unknowingly including Harry Gore and Crabbe in the list of inhumans...

"gentlemen?"

Snape turned around slowly, he didn't look very well, there were dark circles under his eyes, and his skin, which was already sallow, looked a little gray now.He noticed the two squires behind Draco, but he only took one look at them before fixing his eyes on Draco.

"Come with me," he said to Draco.

Draco gave Goyle and Crabbe a wink to wait for him in Hogsmeade, and quickly followed the man striding away ahead.Draco was side by side with Snape in two or three steps, which made him feel even better.After all, it wasn't many years ago, Snape was in front, and he had to be out of breath to keep up.They arrived at Snape's potion preparation room within a few minutes, and Snape opened the door and walked in first.

"How was your sleep?" Snape asked when the door closed.

"Uh..." Draco was speechless, he naturally thought of the dream in the morning, and his face was hot, so he turned around unnaturally and pretended to look at the animal offal in the jar next to him. Voice, saying, "Hmmm... that's good."

This made Snape's face, who had been watching him, darken immediately.

"Where's Potter?" Snape asked sternly.

"Potter?" Draco turned around, his good mood flew away because of the name, "In the room, safe and sound, if that's what you called me to ask." Saying this When he spoke, his tone was full of pickled cabbage, and Draco felt it himself, but he just couldn't control himself.He didn't know if the man on the other side heard it too, but he hoped he could.

Obviously, Snape heard it but didn't understand it, and a puzzled expression flashed across his sallow and black face.

"I hope you know what you're doing Draco," Snape said softly, "at a time like this... falling in love, it's so unwise, and the object is..." Snape paused and his expression was obviously Distorted, as if eating something particularly bitter.

Draco froze, for a moment he thought he knew, he opened his mouth and made a little sound with difficulty: "The object is..."

"Whoever he is!" Snape said a little irritatedly, "Well Draco, I'm just your godfather and I don't care who you sleep with at night, I just want you to know that now is not the time, I think This is the third time I have told you this, and I will not tell you the fourth time, remember my words, now is not the time."

Draco was completely confused.

"Wait, who do you think?"

"Whoever it is has nothing to do with me." Snape said coldly, "Besides, you've only just grown up, so don't do some things too often."

Draco's face flushed instantly, embarrassed and annoyed.What do you mean has nothing to do with him, and what do you mean by being too frequent!Did he get Legilimency again without his knowledge? Those dreams of his... No, no, otherwise he wouldn't have said that it had nothing to do with him.It has nothing to do with him, nothing to do with him... Draco almost wanted to point to the man's nose and question him, those dreams and the embarrassment he had to face in the morning... How could it have nothing to do with you!However, he still didn't say a word after all.

When Draco came out of Snape's potions room, he was in no mood, as if he had just been through a war, and he was undoubtedly the one who lost the battle, and it was a mess.The only thing he figured out was that Snape thought he was in love with someone else, and he didn't have the courage to tell him that, like Snape said, now was not the time.But either way, it's just too overwhelming and he's really getting over it, and it won't be long before just the dreams are driving him crazy.

Draco ran all the way, and finally he saw Goyle and Crabbe at the door of the Three Broomsticks.They'd already taken a good spot inside, a hidden corner with a view of the bar as well as the window.The owner of the bar, Mrs. Rostamo, has fully recovered from last year's Imperius Curse. She has no memory of being controlled before. Draco is relieved. He knows he can't do anything to make up for it but he still points The most expensive wine and snacks in the bar, a lot, so much that the tables are piled up.

There were only a handful of students in the pub, mostly Slytherins and a few Ravenclaw purebloods, and there were hardly any Hufflepuffs let alone Gryffindors.In fact, the whole of Hogsmeade is almost the same situation. There are too many search teams, most of the students are afraid to come out, and many shops are closed.The bleakness here reminded Draco of Diagon Alley.

Draco sat in the corner with squinted eyes, didn't say anything, didn't look at anything, just poured some strong dragon whiskey into his mouth from time to time.He knew that something was wrong with his current appearance, and the hesitant expressions of Goyle and Crabbe...it was too clear.But nothing can resist the loss and depression in his heart, except alcohol.He mistook them for Midnight Severus.The ones Snape gave him, were hotter, but essentially the same.Draco smiled, raised his head and downed another large glass.

What would his dad say if he knew what he was doing now?And his mother.

Draco just felt that he was so stupid that in such a situation, he still had the time to drink away his sorrow, just for his ethereal and near-impossible love.He was dead before he was born, Snape's performance just now explained everything.

"Whoever it is is none of my business. 』

He also said that just as an adult, don't do it too often.

Huh—could he think he applied for a single dormitory to sleep with someone!

Never thought it was Potter.

For the absurd idea in his head, Draco filled his glass with whiskey again.

"D... Draco, stop drinking." Goyle finally couldn't stand it anymore, stood up and stammered to stop him.

Draco leaned on the chair and played with the goblet filled with liquid in his hand, his light gray eyes narrowed and looked at Goyle silently, Goyle lowered his head and sat back, while Draco himself smiled Pour the liquid down your throat.Glass after glass, empty wine bottles piled up on the table, two bottles a bottle, dragon whiskey and butter beer.Draco felt that it was about time, because he abruptly saw a Goyle and a Crabbe as two and four respectively.

"Go get some cakes and chocolates, maybe I won't go to the restaurant today and tomorrow." Draco drunkenly said to one of the Crabbes, suppressing the desire to vomit, but the other stood up and told him He nodded and left quickly.Draco laughed, now there were only two Goyles left in front of him, looking at him with a blushing panic, as if he was afraid that he would fall under the table if he was not careful.Draco drew his wand, cast a cooling spell on himself, and closed his eyes.

Not long after, Crabbe returned.When he came back, he brought not only cakes and chocolates, but also a black-haired, black-clothed Mr. Headmaster with black air all over his body.Draco opened his eyes almost at the same time, the light gray eyes gleamed with a layer of mist, and immediately locked on to the man covered in black.