94 Diagon Alley

Malfoy.

I didn't mean to mean Professor Snape. Unlike them, Professor Snape was a wizard of great wisdom. There is no witch who does not cry over his love story.

Back to Draco Malfoy. He was the same grade as my sister, his parents were socially close to mine, and most importantly, he was handsome, with a Slytherin sense of arrogance and vulnerability.

I suspected Daphne had a crush on him when she was thirteen or fourteen. But then she stopped hanging out with boys, and her attitude towards me was much better than before. Perhaps it was at that time that she knew my secret, our family's secret.

While I was still rejoicing with my little abacus, the costumed guests had arrived at Greenglass Manor.

The witch of the Ollivanders also came, although her expression was a little reluctant. She married one of the Weasley twins this spring, but her husband, presumably not wanting to deal with us pure-blood wizards, didn't show up.

I thought they were a fun couple, and I saw a lot of their shenanigans at Hogwarts. If I had to pick one chat partner among today's guests, I'd love to have a cup of tea with Gwendelyn Ollivander. But she just dropped a gift and hurried away. Make a boring banquet even more boring.

I used a delicate teacup to cover and observe the people at the banquet.

Draco Malfoy took the mission and started to greet the daughter of the Greenglass family.

It's just that he probably got it wrong.

"Me?" I pointed to myself slightly surprised, confirming that he was inviting me to take a walk in the garden.

"Yes, you." The pale pointed face was impatient. "Who else could it be?"

I swear to Merlin, I immediately looked at my sister and tried to apologize to her. But she breathed a sigh of relief!

So that day, outside of the Slytherin common room, I spoke to Draco Malfoy for the first time.

This young wizard seems to put disgust on his face all the year round, so that I can't see his true emotions at all - and I consider myself a person who is very observant.

It was a terrible "date" and I'm not the only one who thinks so. Because Draco Malfoy was so bored he even tapped his wand with his fingers.

"If you feel bored, I can take you back to the living room." I couldn't help saying.

"What?" He came back to his senses, "No, I feel fine." Seeming to realize that his answer was somewhat inexplicable, he added, "I think you're fine."

None of the etiquette I've ever learned tells me what to say at a time like this.

"I think you're fine too. Although I thought you were going to date Daphne until ten minutes ago." I decided to be honest. "Everyone knows she's the heir."

"Go to his heir," said the boy. "I want to meet you now, Astoria. Because you are beautiful and different from the others."

There is a lark singing happily in my head. He's such a bad boy who can play with women's hearts.

So I stopped, raised one eyebrow, and made a silly invitation, "Would you like a drink?"

My dad got mad at me for the first time that night for my Prohibition violation (yes, even though I'm an adult, he still forbids me to drink because of my ill health). But the client didn't know anything, because I was sleeping in the dark. Daphne may have said something to her parents, and by the time I woke up, they were no longer angry.

My mother even acted a little excited, and she would say a couple of Malfoy good things every now and then, such as the fact that the men in their family had only one good thing - lifelong loyalty to their wives.

If Mrs. Greengrass had known Draco Malfoy's look of disgust when she saw me drunk, she would not have praised him so much.

Surprisingly, Mr. Malfoy invited me on a second date very quickly.

We cruised on a scenic and inaccessible lake. I feel like I've behaved very well.

Except for greeting his first girlfriend out of curiosity — and accidentally calling her a poodle Parkinson.

It must be because of my rude address, Draco Malfoy didn't even admit that Pansy was his girlfriend. He also "accidentally" kicked water up my sleeve.

The original intention does not change Malfoy. He was no different from the **** he used to be in school.

The third date, the fourth date, the first kiss, the fifth date.

Did I say something amazing.

Anyway, with the acquiescence of my family, I fell in love with Draco Malfoy. But this guy finally showed his true nature. He was sometimes gentle, and sometimes indifferent. Sometimes it's irritating, and sometimes it's impeccable.

In my seventeen or eighteen years, I was constantly groping his character, like taking an esoteric course, trying to find a good way to deal with Draco Malfoy. Tears work occasionally, a cold war is absolutely impossible, I can't quarrel with him, and he knows too many strange magics in a duel.

In the end I had to admit that it was my beauty (and noble soul) that conquered him.

Draco Malfoy doesn't discuss Muggle stuff with me, and doesn't like my mention of Harry Potter. This worries me a bit, what if he's secretly trying to restore the Dark Lord's rule?

So I took his left arm and watched for a long time that day, and he got angry. Alas, I coaxed him very hard and gave him the little biscuits I baked.

Biscuits bought him. Our love has entered a stage of affectionate affection.

Until the Malfoys learned of my existence, they had a serious conversation with Draco. I waited cautiously for three days, but the owl did not come. My father shut himself in the study, my mother looked at me and sighed, and Daphne was deadpan, but she was probably the one most disappointed by the Malfoys.

I was acting normal, watering the flowers, playing the piano, reading, and talking to my portraits as before.

On the fourth day I received a letter from Draco Malfoy, as decent and beautiful as himself, and as impatient as himself. Only one sentence was written in squiggles, "See you on St. Michael's Island."

St. Michael's Island is a place famous for being an island at high tide and a mountain at low tide. At low tide, the two of us would walk through the marble passage to the island, where a small Malfoy house was hidden behind the famous castle.

I thought, if Draco Malfoy broke up with me in that house, I wouldn't be able to appreciate the enchanting tides and islands in the future.

Thank goodness he didn't plan to break up with me, just let me tell him the curse of Greengrass blood word by word. Then he sent me home and went back to Malfoy Manor.

He was not seduced by my beauty today, but asked me why I didn't tell him earlier.

How can I tell him the truth? Said that I was addicted to the sweet love he gave and did not dare to expose my weakness and cowardice. Most importantly, tell him I might not live long?

I also crave a moment of joy.

So I have always been eloquent in the face of this problem, without saying a word. But this time my tears worked.

Draco Malfoy did not make a clear line with me as I imagined, on the contrary, he went through Malfoy's book collection in the days when he lost contact, which is what I got after a long time. Known.

In short, my father's study door reopened, my mother started tossing my blond hair in a different way, and Daphne also changed back to the arrogant eldest lady before.

I wondered even more what was in Draco Malfoy's little brain.

Draco somehow managed to convince Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy that they can now invite me to dinner with a smile that a normal person can't notice.

It took me less than a meal to figure out what was wrong with the family.

Despite Draco Malfoy saying nothing, I guess he has probably given up his inexplicable prejudice against half-blood wizards and Muggle-borns. The real trouble is Lucius and Narcissa. They closed their doors in a quintessential last century's fashion, with a pure-blooded sense of superiority.

I can understand, because I also received such an education when I was young, but people's thoughts can be changed.

I take back what I said earlier, the Malfoys were as stubborn as a rock without seams. Draco was both fortunate and unfortunate to grow up in such a family.

Soon, his parents' dissatisfaction with me rose from a blood curse to a misdemeanor. It was me who was heretical in their eyes.

Draco looked tired and frustrated after a heated debate. I had to cuddle in his arms and let him mess with my hair.

"Can't you not mention half-bloods and Muggles in front of them?" he asked.

"Sooner or later, Draco, you have to tell them what you really think." I patted his stomach, realizing that he was having a hard time too. "Although I don't want to admit that my previous perceptions were wrong, at least now I know what's right, my dear."

Narcissa Malfoy loves her son more than I can imagine. Because she had endured her disappointment with "that" lady of the Greenglass family, agreed to Draco Malfoy's request, and had her husband pinched his nose.

In the first year of the new century, we had a wedding.

Daphne and I