Potter of HP!try lying to me

Chapter 42

'All is well, home with father - Draco'

"Draco..." Harry Potter held the note, but his lips were tightly pressed together, and it was the first time, when his dearest Professor Severus Snape appeared He did not immediately step forward to 'provoke'.

Severus Snape was silent but somewhat puzzled. He subconsciously glanced at Harry Potter, wondering why Pot, who was usually shy and would go forward to provoke him, didn't respond at all.

"Pot!" Severus Snape's low voice rang in his ears, Harry Potter was shocked, and immediately entered the 'war preparation mode'.

"Professor Snape..." The greeting seemed a bit reluctant.

'Sev~' This voice is still so rippling.

Severus Snape twitched the corners of his mouth very cryptically, thinking that he would think that Pot's problem was obviously because his head was filled with slugs!

Looking at Harry Potter, who was obviously in good condition, Severus Snape rarely thought of deducting points, but completely ignored Harry Potter's existence, and walked straight past him. Looking in the direction is the cellar.

'Ah~ how is this! 'Disappointed Harry Potter.

The corners of Severus Snape's mouth curled up slightly, but the ups and downs were too small and fleeting.

When the figure of Severus Snape left, the vitality that originally hung on Harry Potter's face disappeared immediately, and a heavy face hung on his face, and he nodded his chin slightly. Harry Potter felt very happy. It is necessary to go to the teacher, ah~ He is really a good student who respects the teacher, isn't he?

Malfoy Manor—

The atmosphere can be described as very subtle. Since returning to Malfoy Manor, the father and son have basically been silent. One doesn't know how to face it, and the other has too many worries. So until dinner, the two of them at the dinner table were just Each sat down and said nothing.

'Slightly—'

With the light shelving sound, Draco Malfoy's heart trembled, knowing that what should come will always come.

"Little dragon..." It was completely expected, and Lucius Malfoy spoke first. As a father who cares and loves his children, he feels that he has the right to know what happened to his dear little dragon during this period of time. Lucius Malfoy, who was pregnant with his grandson, frowned, because this was completely beyond his expectations.

"Father, the child is mine, just, only mine." Draco Malfoy knew what his father meant, and the father was unknown, so why would he want his baby to be born like this? It is an object other than Harry that needs to be eliminated for the future of the child.

Lucius Malfoy himself didn't know why, but he was relieved when he heard how Xiaolong firmly claimed that there would be no other father of the child. Perhaps it was because he couldn't bear to part with the man he had single-handedly brought up and spoiled for so many years. Children become companions of others?

"Xiaolong, you know that Dad loves you very much, but this time you ran outside alone without saying anything, which made Dad really worried, do you know?" Lucius Malfoy came to Draco Malfoy Fu's side, bending over and speaking in a gentle tone.

Draco Malfoy lowered his head, his eyes were filled with a little struggle and sadness that he shouldn't have at his age, but after a while, the sadness subsided, and he looked at his stomach, his eyes finally became firm, for his own child, he, Had to.

"Dad...I know I've made you and mom worry this time, but dad, I just want my own child to be safe by doing this, I believe you and mom will understand." Draco Malfoy spoke with deliberation , that mature tone does not look like a child.

Lucius Malfoy felt a little distressed, but more of it was his pride in Draco Malfoy. This was his child, who had grown up enough to exist as a father.

"Little dragon, Daddy's little dragon." Lucius Malfoy embraced Draco Malfoy, with a few wisps of colorful colors flashing in his eyes, Draco Malfoy let out a sigh of relief, feeling heavy since he was pregnant. The physical symptoms were inexplicably relieved a lot, and I suddenly felt that it might not be a bad plan to come back with my father.

So comfortable...Daddy...Baby is so comfortable...Baby likes Daddy...

His face turned pale in an instant, and he subconsciously clutched his stomach tightly, but he didn't dare to raise his eyes, for fear of seeing his father's shocked eyes.

"Little dragon... Daddy's little dragon..." The low whisper sounded as if it came from the sky. Draco Malfoy's hairs stood up uncontrollably at first, his heart felt cold, and then the temperature of his whole body began to rise. Even his breathing became heavy, all because of the ambiguous behavior of his father who was just embracing him at first.

The lips lingering on the neck, and the hot and humid air sprayed in the breath, Draco Malfoy, whose body was inexplicably sensitive due to pregnancy, was easily dismissed by Lucius Malfoy almost without any effort to teach him. He picked it up on the dining table, and walked to the second floor, which was in the direction of the bedroom.

Watching Lucius Malfoy lead him to the master bedroom, Draco Malfoy kept a pale face, desperately tugging at the sleeve of Lucius Malfoy who was in a very strange state.

"What's the matter? My little dragon." Until this time, Draco Malfoy, who was facing Lucius Malfoy directly, gasped and noticed the strangeness of Lucius Malfoy. The dense golden pattern outlines the pair of erect pupils that are definitely not human eyes.

"Dad..." Draco Malfoy's voice was astringent when he spoke, and it was quite overwhelming for him to face the inhuman Lucius Malfoy.Just, absolutely!Absolutely can't let my father take me into the master bedroom. Even though I don't know what will happen, I still have some ideas in my mind. Obviously, it is impossible for my father to do it, but he has no ability to stop it. I don't know why. , even though the father in front of him has changed a lot, but he firmly believes that he will not hurt himself and the child.

"Dad...can you come to my room." This sounded like an invitation, and Draco Malfoy, who could be said to be ignorant of this matter, was a little surprised.

"...I listen to you, my little dragon." With the half-closed door, Lucius Malfoy's melodious voice gradually disappeared, and not long after, bursts of voices came from the door. There was a sound, and there were occasional gasps from men and low sobs from a barely audible, clear voice.