HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 325 Indulgence After the Exam

Amidst the aroma of steaming pumpkin porridge wafting from the long table in the auditorium, Fred used a fork to cut a fried egg into a heart shape, while George secretly slipped a piece of sugar into my toast.

"After we finish this meal, we'll be the most handsome candidates at Hogwarts!" Fred said, waving his jam-covered fork, his red hair dancing like a flame in the morning light.

I laughed as I wiped the crumbs from the corner of his mouth, but George took the opportunity to stuff a bursting chocolate bean into my mouth.

As the three walked along the stone path toward the examination hall, the snow on the castle's spire was melting softly.

George suddenly produced three silver badges as if by magic, each engraved with an intertwined pattern of a lion, a thief, and a magic wand: "Exam-ready lucky charms, custom-made."

Fred immediately pinned the badge to my chest, pausing deliberately for half a second as his fingertips brushed against my collarbone. "That way, wherever our personal little professor goes, good luck will follow."

The moment the examination hall doors opened, the sound of parchment turning mingled with the rising and falling deep breaths.

Professor McGonagall tapped the podium with her wand, and stacks of exam papers flew over the heads of the students like birds.

As I turned away, Fred whispered, "If you encounter any problems you can't solve, just use the telepathy spell to call us." George, meanwhile, was already sketching caricatures of the three of us wearing graduation caps on a draft paper.

"Relying on yourselves, do you think I would pass on the answers to you?" I said quietly with a smile, then immediately turned around to prepare for the exam.

As I finished the last transformation spell and put down my quill, I heard a rustling sound coming from the back row.

Turning around, the twins were working in perfect unison, using their wands to create a giant heart-shaped firework in the air. The coughs of the proctoring professors couldn't mask the suppressed laughter that filled the room.

Fred gave me a victory sign, and suddenly a rose that would never fade bloomed from the tip of George's wand, with glistening water droplets on its petals that refracted a rainbow-like halo.

Professor McGonagall slammed her wand on the podium, making even the quills jump: "Weasley brothers! No—"

Before he could finish speaking, the rose in George's fingertips suddenly trembled, precisely sprinkling water droplets onto the professor's raised eyebrows.

Amidst the gasps of the audience, I saw the professor's eyes behind his glasses curve into crescent moons.

As the closing bell rang, Fred had already rushed over across three rows of seats, his orange soda-scented hug nearly knocking me over: "Did you see our fireworks? We used an enhanced glow spell!"

His school uniform buttons had been replaced with golden thieves that blinked with his movements.

George waved the exam paper covered in doodles in his hand. At the bottom, in cursive script, it read "Dedicated to our special professor," accompanied by a picture of three little figures wearing wizard hats dancing hand in hand.

Cheers suddenly erupted in the corridor, and the students crowded around us, pushing us towards the courtyard.

Someone cast a levitation spell, and hundreds of butterflies floated down from the tower, their wings imprinted with cartoon images of the three of us.

Fred conjured up three brooms, and just as George pulled me up to jump on them, the castle clock tower struck twelve.

"Finally, the exams are over! We're free!" the twins shouted in unison. The moment their brooms shot into the sky, I saw the Golden Snitch on the Quidditch pitch trace a dazzling arc in the sunlight.

The moment the broom sliced ​​through the clouds, Fred suddenly changed direction, taking us swooping down over the Black Lake.

The icy lake water splashed on my face, startling a school of silver trout.

George reached out and caught a wave, flicking it with his fingertips. The water droplets instantly transformed into shimmering stars, chasing our trail along the broom's tail.

"Stay close!" Fred's shout was accompanied by the whistling wind, and the broom shot towards the lake like an arrow.

The icy water splashed over my head, and I squinted to see George's wet red hair gleaming amber in the sunlight.

The starlight flowing from his fingertips suddenly surged, transforming into a galaxy that wrapped around the broom handle. Schools of trout leaped out of the water, chasing the point of light, their scales refracting rainbow-like fragments of light.

As dusk bathed the castle spires in a purplish-gold hue, I finally returned to my dormitory.

It's been a while since I've been back to my dorm room, but thankfully my house-elf comes to tidy it up every day.

The hot water washed away all my fatigue, but just as I sat down wrapped in my plush bathrobe, an untimely knock sounded at the door.

Water droplets dripping from my hair left dark stains on the carpet. I casually grabbed a towel to dry my wet hair, and opened the door while replying, "Coming."

Silver-gray eyes came into view.

Draco Malfoy leaned against the doorframe, his platinum hair still tinged with the fluorescent blue of some kind of potion, his black satin robes crumpled beyond recognition, and his chest heaving violently, as if he had just been through a fierce battle.

His gaze swept over the loose collar of my nightgown, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and then his wand suddenly pressed against my shoulder, pinning me against the wall.

"Did you teach Weasley's tricks?" His voice was filled with suppressed anger, but the tip of his wand was trembling slightly.

Moonlight streamed through the stained glass onto his pale face, and I then noticed a fresh wound below his right ear.

"You're injured, come in." I reached out to grab his arm, but he abruptly shook me off.

Draco's wand was still pressed against my shoulder, but the trembling had lessened, and his silver-grey eyes were churning with emotions I couldn't understand.

The moonlight illuminated the wound behind his ear clearly, and dark green phlegm was dripping down his chin onto his rumpled robe.

"Don't touch me!" he suddenly growled, his voice carrying a fragile vulnerability on the verge of collapse.

But when I stubbornly reached out again, he slumped down with his wand as if all his strength had been drained away.

I dragged him into the room, and the door slammed shut behind us, shutting out the noise.

"Sit down." I pulled over the first aid kit, the potion bottles clinking together crisply.

Draco sat stiffly in the chair, his eyes following my movements as I searched for bandages.

When the disinfectant touched the wound, he gasped for breath, his hand gripping the handrail tightly until his knuckles turned white.

“I didn’t ask the Geminis to mess with you…” I began softly, but he interrupted me: “Do you think I’m here to beg for sympathy?”

I stopped wiping my wound and looked into his silver-gray eyes.

Draco's eyes were churning with a storm, but under my gaze, a hint of panic gradually crept in, like a young animal whose disguise had been exposed.

He turned his face away, his Adam's apple bobbing, his fingers, stained with traces of magic potion, unconsciously gripping the armrest, his shoulders taut beneath his long black satin robe.

"Then why did you come?" I pressed the gauze soaked in healing medicine onto the wound behind his ear, and the smell of blood mixed with the minty scent of the medicine filled the air.

Draco suddenly grabbed my wrist; his icy fingertips were surprisingly hot.

The firelight from the fireplace cast a soft glow on his pale face, and I then noticed tiny water droplets clinging to his eyelashes.

"You think I..." His voice was so hoarse it didn't sound like his own. He suddenly let go of her hand, stood up abruptly, and knocked over the chair.

The potion bottle rolled on the ground with a crisp sound. He had his back to me, and his slender figure cast a trembling shadow on the wall.

“Ayers, you’re about to graduate.” His voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. “You’re going to graduate from Hogwarts with those two redheads.”

I walked around the mess on the ground and stood behind him, gently touching his trembling back.

Draco froze as if petrified, but did not dodge.

"So you deliberately hurt yourself?" I asked in a low voice, my fingertips touching his damp hair. "With such a lame excuse?"

He turned around abruptly, the emotions surging in his silver-gray eyes almost overwhelming me.

"I didn't mean to!" he suddenly growled uncontrollably, but deflated when he saw my concerned expression.

Draco slowly lowered his head, his forehead resting on my shoulder, his breath hot: "I just... I just don't want to be without the courage to even say goodbye."

"What an idiot." I reached out and wrapped my arms around his trembling back, my fingertips tracing his shoulder blades, which were tense with nervousness.

Draco's breath was scalding hot, burning my neck with each breath, carrying the panic and heat unique to a young man.

His hair brushed against my cheek, its platinum sheen shimmering with a gentle silver glow in the firelight.

“I’m not going to disappear,” I said softly, my palm pressed against the slightly warm skin on the back of his neck. “If you miss me, I can appear anytime.” I wasn’t really ready to tell Draco that I was now Severus’s teaching assistant; I wanted to surprise them next semester.

Before he could finish speaking, Draco suddenly raised his head, his silver-grey eyes veiled with a thin layer of mist, yet he stubbornly refused to let it fall.

“But you won’t be at Hogwarts after you graduate, so how can you appear anytime?” His voice grew softer and softer, the last few words fading into his breath, “Unlike now, you won’t just suddenly appear by my side.”

I was stunned. Draco really is a silly kid.

The faint scent of milkshakes mingled with the aroma of magic potions wafted into his nostrils.

Draco's Adam's apple bobbed on my fingertips, and the next second, he suddenly leaned in and kissed me.

The kiss was tinged with youthful impetuosity, like a caged beast finally breaking free of its cage. Its teeth accidentally brushed against my lips, but suddenly softened as I let out a soft cry.

He gently cupped my face in his hands, his thumb stroking the corner of my eye as if holding a fragile treasure.

The little platinum prince can take the initiative now; it's really adorable.

As we parted, Draco, slightly out of breath, wrapped his arms around my neck, rested his head on my shoulder, and whispered, "Ayers, can you stay?" His eyelashes brushed against my cheek. "Not as the young master Malfoy, but..." He paused, his voice filled with an unprecedented trepidation, "...just Draco, a boy who likes you."

My heart skipped a beat, and my fingertips unconsciously dug into the fabric of his lower back.

The warm glow unique to my lounge lingered on his eyelashes, making his unease all the more vivid.

His heart pounded—even the arrogant Malfoy had moments of such caution.

"Draco..." I started to speak, but his hurried kiss silenced my words.

The kiss was pleading; her moist lips lingered on mine, as if she wanted to pour out all the unspoken longing into them.

His fingers trembled as he gripped the back of my neck, as if if he let go for even a second I would vanish into starlight.

“I know it’s selfish.” He finally let go of me, his forehead pressed against mine, our breaths mingling as our noses touched. “Saying this when you’re about to graduate.” His voice suddenly choked up. “But even imagining you not at Hogwarts makes my chest ache.”

I lowered my head and gently bit his trembling lower lip.

This action made him freeze abruptly, then his arms tightened suddenly, pulling me into a tight embrace.

The Slytherin serpent tapestry rustled behind us, and the glass bottles on the potion cabinet reflected shimmering light, falling into our intertwined shadows.

"Silly boy," I whispered against his burning earlobe, "who said I'm definitely leaving Hogwarts?" Feeling his body tremble violently, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Is there any chance you'll see me next semester?"

Draco suddenly shoved me against the potion cabinet behind me, the bottles and jars clattering.

The overwhelming joy in his eyes almost drowned me; flames ignited in his silver-gray pupils.

"Are you serious?" His voice was terribly hoarse, his thumb repeatedly rubbing my reddened lips. "You're willing... to come back to Hogwarts for me?"

I reached out and hooked his tie, pulling him closer: "It's not so much for you, but rather..." My lips brushed against his, deftly dodging his eager attempt to deepen the kiss, "I myself want to stay at Hogwarts."

Before he could finish speaking, Draco's kisses rained down like a storm. This time, there was no more trepidation or hesitation, only overwhelming passion and possessiveness.

The candlelight in my lounge made his ears appear red.

Later, I turned the tables on Draco and pinned him down on my own super-large bed.

Draco, still blushing, had no idea what was going to happen next.

The airflow I created as I leaned over caused the potion bottle on the bedside table to sway gently. Draco looked up at me, his silver-grey eyes misty, like the surface of a lake rippling with waves.

His Adam's apple bobbed nervously, his fingers, stained with traces of the potion, gripped the sheets, his knuckles pale: "You..."

"Shh—" I pressed my fingertips to his trembling lips, and gently brushed aside the messy platinum blond hair on his forehead with my other hand.

The candlelight cast a warm glow on his cheeks, making his reddened ear tips look like ripe strawberries.

Draco suddenly turned his face away, his eyelashes casting fine shadows under his eyes, but the slight trembling of his eyelashes betrayed his nervousness.

I leaned down and kissed his burning earlobe, feeling his whole body tense up.

“So even Young Master Malfoy can be shy.” I chuckled softly against his ear, but before I could finish speaking, Draco suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of my neck, taking the initiative to kiss me.

The kiss carried the awkwardness and recklessness unique to teenagers. His teeth accidentally bumped my lips, but the moment I returned the kiss, it turned into a long and tender kiss.

The bed curtains swayed gently in the magical air currents, enveloping our figures in a hazy light and shadow.

Draco's robe had fallen to the ground at some point, revealing a thin white shirt with the collar slightly open, exposing his delicate collarbone.

I reached out and unbuttoned his collar, feeling his rapid heartbeat through my fingertips.

"It's not too late to regret it now," I said softly, which earned me an even tighter hug from him.