With the arrival of June, the days become hot and cloudless, and the courtyard is filled with a large handful of colorful vine roses in full bloom, and the fragrance is so fragrant that those who smell it are very clear, and it is said that Professor Sprout specially prepared for the upcoming exam week.

Maybe everyone would love to go for a walk outside, lie down on the grass with a few pints of chilled pumpkin juice, play a game of stone throwing or watch the giant squid dream on the lake, but when they get close to these vines and roses, they feel energized and have a lot to accomplish.

In the end, although the summer breeze outside is intoxicating, the picturesque scenery seems empty because there are few people, but it is better to stand under the castle and look up, and inadvertently see a group of students standing next to a floor-to-ceiling window with a group of students endorsing the life.

Recently, the Slytherin Quidditch team has had a bit easier, partly because they finally lost to Gryffindor again not long ago, even if Draco wanted to duel Harry for it, but the fact is that the firebow arrow that Sirius gave Harry was the most powerful broom in the school, throwing off all the Comet 260 and Halo 2001.

On the other hand, because this year is the year that captain Marcus Flint is facing graduation again, he should have been ready for his graduation exams this time last year, but the weather was unforeing, and he successfully repeated.

Recently, he has finally started to think about his future (probably in large part because he came to a crucial conclusion from the defeat to Gryffindor: he may not be able to show his ability by developing a Slytherin Quidditch team, and which international team will be here to draft him).

Either way, the end result was that while studying with Bailey and Xiao Luo in the common room, I saw Draco spending more and more time lying on his own couch.

He always flipped through a book casually, seemingly careless, but it often lasted for a long time, and one night, when there were few people in the common room, and the introduction to inanimate shapeshifts was still a little unfinished and needed to check the literature, he overheard Draco say to Pansy that he wanted to stay a little longer, not to worry about her.

Therefore, after checking the literature and completing the introduction, he consciously recited a very common alchemy tools, materials, and steps and methods.

And so, around eleven o'clock, there was no one in the common room.

Feeling a little sleepy, she wanted to wait for Draco to strike up a conversation, but then she gave up and decided to go over and see for herself.

After she finished packing her school bag, she walked around the long table to the vicinity of the sofa area, where the fire in the stove was still very strong, gently spitting out tongues of fire, but the flames had no temperature or heat due to the magic.

In the light of the fire, she saw Draco scribbling the book over his face, obscuring the light, as if asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily.

Thinking about it or sometimes, Draco fell asleep on the couch silently, just as he did at this time.

Calling Draco softly, Draco didn't make any move, and she had the audacity to get him a blanket to cover him again, which she had transformed from one of her own quills.

As soon as the corners of the blanket were pulled up to Draco's neck, his arm moved, and he took the book covering his face and met Draco's eyes, still tugging at the blanket.

Draco's eyebrows twitched in surprise, and he could see mildness and happiness in them.

"Was it you last time?" he replied in a blushing voice. "Yes, definitely. ”

took the opportunity to stay away from him and sat down on the sofa next to him.

Obviously, the flickering flame in the stove next to her had no temperature or heat at all, but she already felt that she was sucking rapidly, and her cheeks were so hot that she didn't know what to do.

"I haven't slept so late, should I take this hug and the hug from last time as an olive branch from Miss Santrel?" Draco's magnetic voice rang in his ears, word by word, very clear.

The voice was like a long wire, sending an electric current into the heart, which followed the rhythm of the heart and mixed in the blood to every cell of the limbs.

Driven by an unprecedented emotion, the ghost envoy nodded and said many times, "I support you in seeing it this way." ”

The entire common room is greeted by a sense of tranquility.

Draco didn't answer or say anything right away, he didn't seem to expect to say this, but it wasn't unexpected, after all, judging by his efforts to pretend to be asleep, holding back his nervousness as he stood beside him, and waited until she covered himself with a blanket before "waking up", he had already anticipated and premeditated this answer.

This is also a reflection of Draco's qualities as a typical Slytherin student: he is very calculating, he is well measured, and he is good in any situation.

They remained silent for a while, and finally, Draco mustered up his courage.

"I'm so grateful to you, the blanket is warm. As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his head, and then lowered it again, but in the hurried meeting of his eyes, he saw that some of the light in his dark jade-like eyes had dimmed, and he seemed to be a little disappointed.

Draco was disappointed in himself as well, and what he was actually trying to say was, "I like you a lot, Santriel. ”

But as soon as the words came out, he immediately chose the sentence that had less resistance and no matter how he said it, he didn't dare to imagine, in case, if Santrel rejected him as he thought, wouldn't he even have the dignity to win the last chance to get close to her.

"Yes. He smiled quietly, "It looks like the quality of the literati quill is very good." ”

Draco was amazed to find that her voice was as soft as a horse of ironed silk.

And the silhouette of the flame cast on the wall, with its head bowed, has a beautiful tranquility in it.

It was almost gentle, something he had never seen before.

"You're saying you conjured this blanket with just a little quill?" Draco said, "it's amazing." ”

"Would you like to try and see us play? I want to see the pattern in your mind. ”

"Good. ”

The thunderous heartbeat was now impossible to tell who it belonged to.

Many years later, Draco stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows covered in a thin layer of snow and looked into the distance, and in the dim and hazy darkness, thousands of snow flakes were falling, and the streetlights that were silent on the side of the road reminded him once again of this heartwarming night by the fire.

It's a pity that time doesn't stop passing after all, and he can't jump out of the torrent of time.

Can't grasp that fleeting tenderness. (To be continued.) )

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