Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 465 Draco's Threat

"Have you discussed this privately?"

In the original novel, the two people who were incompatible with each other actually put aside their prejudices because of me...

"How is that possible?" Draco denied.

"If I wasn't worried about you being in trouble, how could I have taken the initiative to negotiate with him and hand you over to him..."

His arms almost held me in his embrace.

"You are a product of the Malfoy family, and you came into this world because of me. We grew up together, and we both awakened our elven blood. We are a match made in heaven, and you should have belonged to me completely...

"If this guy hadn't taken advantage of the situation and sneaked in... he would have made some contributions..."

Draco's expression was complicated and it was hard to tell whether it was guilt, regret or sadness.

The time Harry and I spent living together in Albania was a hurdle he would never be able to get over.

It's not that he minds our past.

But, he couldn't erase what Harry had done for me.

"Don't say that... You are all the most important people to me..."

Harry didn't understand what was going on when he heard this.

His big hands held my neck, and the unusual touch between his lips...

He actually kissed me in front of Draco?

He rushed around like a brat, and I could only whimper for help.

Draco quickly pushed him on the shoulder.

"You hurt Aurora... This should be the case..."

He first wiped his lips on my lips with disgust, revealing a gloomy look, and then, gently and slowly, he tasted my lips.

He explored deeper tentatively and became entangled with me.

I followed his rhythm. We were so familiar with each other. The passion aroused by him gradually began to feel like it had nowhere to be released.

At the end of the kiss, Draco carefully traced the shape of my lips, with a look of unsatisfied expression on his face.

My lips were red and swollen, my eyes were full of spring, and I quickly lowered my head, not wanting Draco to be too proud, nor did I want Harry to notice that something was wrong with me.

"I see……"

Harry looked like he was asking for advice humbly.

All that's missing is a feather pen to record the key points.

"The key is to observe Aurora's reaction carefully..."

Draco actually began to impart his experience.

Harry nodded in agreement.

"Aren't you afraid that the apprentice will be well fed and the master will starve to death?" I joked.

"It's not like I don't have other winning tricks..." Draco was proud.

The vines in my body suddenly began to stir.

It...represents Draco's desire for me.

"Aurora, can I... try again?"

Harry said sincerely.

"It does take a certain amount of practice to achieve a quantitative effect..."

Draco concluded.

"We should strike while the iron is hot..." Harry stepped forward.

Draco was not to be outdone.

He pulled my long hair high up on my shoulders.

"Is this why you forbade Aurora to take off her coat?"

Harry looked very bad.

"Harry, what's wrong with my back? I can't see…"

Harry showed a reluctant look: "It looks like a canvas with plum blossoms painted on it..."

"Well... it will feel a little numb and itchy at first, but it's not painful at all. On the contrary..."

I stammered in Draco's defense.

"You will find out later that Aurora likes me to treat her like this..."

"Okay, I'll give you a chance to practice this time. If you don't make obvious progress..."

The threat in the words was very strong.