[HP] Time Corner

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Draco regretted telling his father about his crush on Harry.

——Although, fortunately, my father did not object.What he didn't know was—the objection was invalid, Potter's name was on the family tree, Lucius cried out in his heart.

But it doesn't mean that he is willing to face his father's half-smile face all day long.

"Oh, my dear Xiaolong, you have been secretly in love for a year, and you haven't taken Potter down so far. The record is not good!"

"Would you like your wise father to give you advice?"

"How about a bouquet of flowers every day? Or a love letter every day? That's how I chased your mother back then. Now that I think about it, it's really a beautiful time!" And so on.

Draco was deeply - deeply depressed, his father's lethality was too strong, no matter what, he was really powerless to complain! ! !

Finally, school has started, and I don’t have to be talked about by my father anymore, so happy! ——Draco rested his forehead and sighed, have all his demands dropped to this point now? !

Platform.

Looking at Harry Potter who was hanging out with the Weasleys, Lucius didn't show disgust for the first time, and winked at his little dragon Nunuzui, Draco turned his head stubbornly, A look of impatience, of course please ignore his little eyes that drift past from time to time!

Looking at his son's awkward appearance, Lucius secretly smiled inwardly, with a cold and noble face still on his face.

The son's partner is a Potter, he still can't accept it!

Although, well—

In appearance, Potter inherited the sunshine and elegance of his family, as well as the delicacy of his mudblood mother, which is worthy of his little dragon;

In terms of status, Harry Potter is the savior of the wizarding world, and he may be the Minister of Magic in the future. He should not be underestimated;

Emotionally, he knew from Xiaolong that Potter had always loved his son, so there was no prejudice;

However, he was still upset.

So, these days, he devoted himself to making things difficult for his son, and it seemed quite successful—the clouds are so dark, the air is so fresh, and he is in a good mood!Sure enough, it is better to be depressed alone than to be depressed alone.

The platinum nobleman who was in a good mood gave his son a big hug, and watched his son covered in black clouds board the Hogwarts Express.

The engine's pistons hissed loudly, and the train started.

Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle stayed in a private room at the Malfoy's house.The dense raindrops crackled on the glass windows, making it difficult for them to see the scenery outside.Draco walked back and forth in the private room irritably. Although Crabbe and Goyle were fat, they were still sensitive to the low air pressure in the private room, and silently shrank to the side to solve the food they just bought .

He understood what his father meant, but——

The corner of Draco's mouth curled into a smile, how could the annual repertoire be without that?

Taking a deep breath, Draco put on a proud posture and appeared at the door of the box where the Gryffindor golden trio were, with Crabbe and Goyle standing behind him.

"It seems we didn't invite you in, Malfoy," said Harry coldly.

Draco pressed the Potter family crest hidden on his chest, is this how Harry treats him now?After being friends for two years, it's really uncomfortable to meet Harry's cold attitude again.He forced himself to take his attention away from Harry, and stared and looked at Weasley's luggage, and he remembered when - ha, found it!

"Weasley... what's that?" One sleeve of Ron's dress robe was sticking out of the box, and the moldy lace on the cuff was very conspicuous.

Ron tried to hide the robe, but Draco was quicker than him, grabbing the sleeve and pulling hard.

"Look at this!" Draco held up Ron's robes to show Crabbe and Goyle, "Weasley, do you want to wear something like this, huh? I mean - they were in eighteen Around the 90s it was still very fashionable…”

"Go shit, Malfoy!" Ron snatched the robe from Draco.Draco let out a high-pitched jeer, and Crabbe and Goyle smirked too.

——"Also, do you know what's going to happen this year?" Draco lifted his pointed chin triumphantly.

"Do you want to participate too, Weasley? You also want to try your hand and add glory to your family? You know, it has something to do with money... If you win, you have money to buy A few decent robes..." Seeing Weasley gnashing his teeth with a flushed face, Draco was in a good mood—as expected, being depressed alone is worse than being depressed alone, hahaha!

"What are you talking about?" Ron said angrily.

"Would you like to go?" repeated Draco, in a better mood. "I suppose you would, and—Potter? You never miss a chance to show off, do you?" he said. When he spoke, his tone carried a trace of complexity that even he himself didn't realize.

It was only later that Draco learned that Harry didn't like these admonitions.Every move is exposed to the public, you get admiration when you are glorious, and indifference when you are down, everything will be doubled-in Harry's heart, this is worse than ordinary people's life.As the boy who survived, it was a matter of course for him to get the honor, and if he didn't get it, he didn't work hard enough. Draco could only say about it—hehe.

"Either explain what you said, or walk away, Malfoy," said Hermione impatiently, looking up from Standard Spells, Level [-].

Draco felt a gleam of joy in his heart.She was indeed the smartest witch Harry praised, and she could still guess that what she wanted to say was not this under such circumstances.However, I came here today to find fault, hum!

"Don't you know?" Draco said happily, "Your father and your brother both work in the Ministry of Magic, how could you not know? My God, my father told me a long time ago... yes Listen to what Conley Nafudge said. Anyway, Dad's contact is with high-level people in the Ministry of Magic... Maybe your dad is too low-ranking to have a right to know, Weasley... Yes, that's right... They probably never worked with him Let's talk about important topics in front of you..." Fuck, childish to death, Draco spurned himself in his heart.

Draco laughed out loud again, and glanced back at Harry meaningfully, "Potter, want to know about Sirius Black? Come with me." He gestured to Crabbe and Goyle, three Individuals disappear together.

Harry tried to follow, but Hermione grabbed him.

"Harry, he must have lied to you, Sirius is safe, didn't you just communicate with him!"

"He shouldn't know about Sirius, no, I'm going to find out. See you in the Great Hall later, Hermione."

The Malfoy family box.

"Do you think Potter will come?" Draco sat lazily on the silver-green sofa.

"Yes, Potter is a no-brainer, and he will be fooled when he is excited." This is Crabbe who hastily agreed.

"Yes--"

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The green-eyed boy pushed open the door and entered. "Malfoy, Sirius he—"

"Crabbe, Goyle, you go out first, remember to close the door—"

A tense atmosphere gradually shrouded the space where there were only two people.

Draco approached him step by step, the savior's pale face gradually turned red.Under Draco's step-by-step approach, Harry stepped back step by step until his back was pressed against the door of the box.Draco put his hands on the door, watching his baby condescendingly become panicked. "Malfoy, you—what do you want?"

"What's the matter, Potter? Want to play hard to get? Don't you like me?"

What, he knew, Harry's mind seemed to be stuffed with mandrakes, full of screams.His face also gradually turned pale.

"What are you talking about?" Harry forced himself to calm down. "Tell me about Sirius."

"Sirius, it's Sirius again, don't you have anything else to say?" Draco went berserk.

"We're enemies, do you think I'm flirting with a future Death Eater, that's really—uh…"

The little platinum nobleman gagged his mouth a little angrily, it's so damn sweet-sweet.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, and his heart started beating uncontrollably.Although it was just a touch, he could still feel the soft touch of his cool lips on his lips.

"Potter, your body is much more honest than your person," he stretched out his slender white fingers and poked Harry's chest, smiling very--evilly, "Your face is red, and your heartbeat is 100, it's still not Will you admit it?"

Harry's complexion turned from red to white: "Malfoy, what do you want me to admit? Admit that Harry Potter fell in love with Draco Malfoy? And then it will be known by the whole school you preached? Hehe——" There was a smirk on the corner of the boy's mouth. Laughing sarcastically, "Ah, the savior of Gryffindor, Saint Potter, prostrated himself under the cape of the Slytherin viper, willing himself to be lowly? I should have known! You—I thought—!"

"..."

Should he say how successful the image he usually plays is?He now seems to have screwed things up again.

"Harry, don't—, I really didn't mean that, I just, I just—"

"Enough," said Harry, rushing out the door.

"I really just like you." Draco murmured.

The author has something to say:

Awkward little dragon, every time he treats Harry, he is so off-line! ! !And, Xiaolong, your reputation has already been shattered in Harina ╮(╯_╰)╭

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