[hp] Fall in love at Hogwarts

Chasing his wife at the crematorium, Draco has a very bad temper. The heroine does not know how to love and has never been loved. She only knows how to blindly chase him.

It's actually Draco x you x Cedric, a stream of consciousness

It's a bit long, and there's a side story from Draco's perspective, so it'll be a bit frustrating at the beginning.

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final match.

I always knew Draco didn't like me.

At an age when I didn’t understand love, I loved to cling to him. I couldn’t help it. The inheritance from the Black and Malfoy families was too good. Draco’s appearance was the best among the pure-blood children that my family could socialize with. good-looking. I think no one can resist liking a sparkling gem, especially if he works so hard to make himself more dazzling.

I didn't know anything at that time, I just kept pestering him. I always thought that Draco could be obtained by playing around like the toys or jewelry I was rejected by my father. But every time I hold my favorite things in front of Draco and try to make him laugh, he always shows a strange expression like Mr. Malfoy, frowning, and the corners of his mouth are barely raised. visible.

"Miss Green." He raised his head, and a sharp object that could break all my joyful emotions pierced me from his eyes. Draco didn't open the things I gave him, and didn't even look at them. He just smiled coldly and said, "Stop doing these boring things."

Those things fell from his hands into the trash can. Although the gorgeous things lost the meaning of my giving them and were considered waste, I was still a little overwhelmed by his actions.

I could only express my apology to him clumsily every time, hoping that he would smile a little happily at me - just like the last time I saw him at Parkinson's house looking at the broomstick I couldn't remember the model of. In this way, warm light shines into his eyes, softening the coolness caused by all eye colors.

Almost all my friends around me knew that he was lukewarm towards me, but I was extremely enthusiastic about following Draco. They laughed at my eagerness to save the precarious financial situation of the Green family by clinging to a more powerful family marriage. Even my father thought so. He always looked at me with a look that was hesitant to speak, no matter how much I said. It didn't help that I just liked Draco the other time, everyone thought I had bad intentions.

But I, or the Green family, while being looked down upon, are not excluded from the social circle of this group of people. Whether it is Draco or other people in social activities, they will call me, even if it is just me in the end. There is a person sitting in a corner holding a book in a daze, no one pays attention to me, and they never forget to call me.

I don't think there's anything wrong with this situation. I'm too lazy to respond to these people's overt and covert ridicule. It's just because I don't get to see Draco very often, so I cherish every opportunity to meet him. .

Besides, if no one wants to chat with me, I can go and play on the swing in Draco's garden, where there are many yellow roses that I like. The enchanted flowers will always retain the beauty of the moment they bloomed, and they will seem to be flying among them when you swing on the swing.

The topic of the future college for children who are not in school is always inseparable. When I was at home, I wanted to go to Hogwarts as soon as possible, so that I could see Draco every day without having to wait for his invitation. I go to his house or wait for someone else to invite me somewhere where Draco is.

After I expressed my desire to enter Slytherin and be his classmate for the countless times, Draco just said flatly.

It's strange that even though I was used to all his perfunctory words, Draco's expression at that time when he only briefly uttered one syllable made me remember it for a long time. I didn't spend much time alone with him. That time, he was leaning on the sofa in an extremely relaxed posture, and his chin was as lazy as a boneless cat.

After receiving the admission notice, everyone was arrested by the elders in the family to preview the textbook content. There were fewer children's playful gatherings, and the Green family and the Malfoy family were not very close, so I didn't attend until the official sorting ceremony at the beginning of the school year. Seeing Draco again.

As usual, I was sitting alone in the diagonal corner, silently chewing on the pumpkin pie that no one had reached out to. All the new students in the same grade cast their eyes on the savior who had become famous in the wizarding world many years ago, but I didn't dare to look more, because I knew Draco didn't like him.

Parkinson, who was chatting and laughing with the freshmen not far away, always looked towards me and cast provocative glances. She showed off and tilted her head affectionately against Draco's arm. The black color occasionally appeared with the hanging hair. The light gold blended together as if they would never separate.

I endured it for a long time and finally made a face in response to her. This was the only resistance I had the courage to make. It's just that I didn't expect to be looked at by Draco. He sat there and frowned at me, and tapped his right cheek.

It was only then that I noticed that there was a large piece of pumpkin stuffing stuck to the side of my cheek. Parkinson had always looked at me before, perhaps not only to provoke me, but also to laugh at my own embarrassment for not realizing it.

I heard someone laughing in a low voice, and I didn’t know if they were laughing at me. Draco’s frowning and tapping his cheeks played over and over again in my mind. Everyone was cheering for the upcoming new semester. Only I want to cry.

I kept rubbing my eyes on the way back to the dormitory. Since I met Draco, I have been crying often, crying for his rejection and crying for his ridicule. Many times I also feel that I can look far into the distance and see more beautiful things, but Draco's figure always appears in my sight in time, blocking the possibility of me diverting my attention. , I feel like I am addicted and can only sink deeper and deeper.

Draco walked a little slowly. He didn't know whether it was because he was excited to enter Slytherin, which he had been talking about for a long time, or because he was angry because Potter was not in the same house as him as he thought. In short, he ate more than usual. There are more, and the steps are smaller when walking. I think he must be trying to eat, otherwise he couldn't be waiting for me. I'm not that fanciful.

The students following him didn't dare to complain about him. I was also happy that he walked slower because his eyes were always blurred by tears and he couldn't see the road clearly. A large group of people followed Draco silently, and it was the senior who led the way. Changzhi saw that we were too far apart and was afraid of losing him, so he came over to urge us a few words. Then Draco coughed twice and walked quickly.

final match.

Life at Hogwarts is both better and worse than I imagined.

The good thing is that I can see Draco every day and say hello to him - although most of the time he will only give me a hum in response. The bad thing is that after entering the academy without the unintentional supervision of adults, their registration situation has become more serious. , I couldn't even make a talking friend in Slytherin.

The girl in the same dormitory secretly expressed her apology to me. After all, not everyone can bear to be laughed at in private whenever we walk together, so I really understand her staying away.

I don’t regret letting others know that I like Draco. In fact, I also feel that my temperament cannot hide my love. Those hot emotions like lava will flow from my eyes and mouth. Come out and mingle with every breath and word I take.

Sometimes, when I am burned by the flowing love, I will go alone to a remote tree by the black lake and lie down in a daze. It is much more spacious than the Slytherin lounge, and the fresh air can make me quiet for a while.

A Hufflepuff in the senior class occasionally reads there. To be honest, it should be a comfortable place he found first, out of the sun and rain, but he didn't express any opinions on my intrusion, and I just I was in a daze and didn't want to bother him, so for a long time the two of us developed a strange tacit understanding of companionship, which was like making a friend who couldn't communicate.

But I always feel that he knows me, this Hufflepuff - okay, I admit that I know him too, no one in this school can escape the name Cedric Diggory, the adults outside are always talking about it he. There were many times when I was hurt by Draco's words and I would lie down and cry silently. When I got up, I could see the handkerchiefs and snacks he left behind. In order to avoid my embarrassment, he would leave quietly after leaving something behind. Very early, don't do stupid things like comforting me.

There is a girl in Slytherin who is very obsessed with Malfoy. This kind of crazy-sounding and peachy name also made me famous in Hogwarts to some extent. Maybe Digory has heard of it too. Those baseless rumors pity me, a person who is always being disliked all day long.

I had silently thought about how great it would be if Draco had a gentle personality like Cedric, so that my pursuit might become more comfortable. But at the same time, I thought about it, if Draco really changed, would I like him that much in the first place?

It is difficult to answer this question. After all, my father asked me to go to Malfoy's house in the first place. After all, he was the gem I wanted most when I saw it.

After being in school for such a long time, I had no idea how to bring the relationship closer between the two of us. I was not an outstanding child. Compared to those who pursued him, I seemed to have nothing to offer except love. .

And there was always Parkinson by his side, that Pansy Parkinson, that girl who always laughed at me for overestimating my abilities. Draco's body seemed to be covered with alluring honey, causing her to flutter her wings as if she was tied to him, unable to get rid of him no matter what.

In the rare Potions class without Parkinson, for the first time, Draco didn't have a partner who would stick to him and take him away. Standing in front of the crucible, his eyes turned around on Nott and me several times, and finally he called Nott's name.

Even if he knew that this sentence would definitely be rejected by Nott - because Nott's childhood sweetheart would always be "excluded" by her roommate to be in the same group with Nott after a while in class, this was what everyone knew. Undeclared things.

Draco looked at me again only after receiving Nott's inevitable rejection. At that moment, I felt that the surging negative emotions were about to drown out the happiness that he was about to be in a group with me. I heard him slowly The ground shouted for me to come over, but for a moment my brain was confused and I stared at my toes without knowing what I was thinking.

"Green," he called again.

I responded dully, and looked up to see that other students had already cast observant glances at my hesitation. Draco frowned and raised his chin towards the opposite side of the table, gesturing for me to go to the opposite side of him. The feeling of joy diluted all the hesitation I had before my brain went crazy, and I walked over obediently and started preparing the materials needed to make the potion.

"You know that Digory?"

He asked suddenly while staring at the cauldron bubbling.

Draco didn't look at me, he lowered his eyes and carefully stirred the contents of the pot clockwise or counterclockwise according to the production requirements. He asked this casually, as if he was just trying to kill the boring class time.

"It's... acquainted."

I hesitated to judge my relationship with Diggory. After all, he and I had never spoken a word, and we had not even exchanged names. I didn’t know how to define such a relationship. There seemed to be no words to describe it. It's not in my dictionary at least.

After answering, there was a strange silence between me and him. Draco's mood seemed to suddenly become worse. His movements when chopping up the potion ingredients were much larger than before. He muttered something. With words like "Damn Hufflepuff", Bulkhead took away all the work I had to do.

"Oh." He said nonchalantly when class was about to end, "Anyway, you'd better have less contact with people like him."

After saying that, he seemed to feel something was wrong, and then added: "You won't be very familiar with him anyway, he's just a Hufflepuff."

He looked down on every house except Slytherin.

I didn't know how to answer him, and it wasn't like he was asking me anything. When he is in a bad mood, I usually just respond with a silent attitude, so that he will not be in a worse mood because I say more wrong things, and it can also allow me to relax a little.

The hot love is still burning all my senses. Draco is standing there, and I just want to walk towards him.

final match.

The Green family's downfall happened almost overnight.

I took a leave of absence and returned home, and followed my father to take our luggage one by one out of the manor where I had lived since childhood. He didn't think of taking away my mother's belongings, so I had no choice but to go in again and take out the belongings of the woman who left no trace in my memory.

In fact, it is not impossible to use magic spells, but we all seem to use the fatigue of such physical labor to try our best to forget something. No one said this, and the magic wands were all placed on the waist.

My father stood at the door of the manor and lit a Muggle cigarette. He used to despise smoking this thing.

He took a few deep breaths and exhaled milky white smoke from his mouth and nose. He looked at me from behind the smoke and asked, "Does that Malfoy boy like you?"

"I don't think he likes me very much." I softened the word "hate" a bit.

"Then you're really useless." He smiled contemptuously.

This is the truth. I have nothing to refute. Besides, he has said this so many times since he was a child that my ears are almost calloused.

This man is full of thoughts on how to bring the Green family to a higher level. Naturally, he will be very unhappy if I, as the hook he let out, have an empty hook.

I heard that the same was true in my mother's family, who was unable to bring any profit back then. The woman who left no impression on me devoted her meager flame to him and the family until she died, until she was taken away by the disease - she had nothing. It taught me nothing and left me nothing.

After packing everything, I immediately returned to Hogwarts with my mother's meager belongings. I was a little afraid that the frustrated man would destroy the last thing I could cherish, so I could only take him with me. Out of reach.

When I walked into the lounge, Parkinson was the only one sitting there painting her nails. I hugged the things in my arms and walked faster, not wanting to provoke her, but I didn't expect that she stood up and stopped me as if she had been waiting for me.

"Look, isn't this Miss Gloria Green, a bankrupt?"

This lady's voice was always so high and harsh, and there was a loud metal friction sound in my ears, which made my head hurt.

I wanted to avoid her and go back to the dormitory, but she would not let me go, blocking all my delusional paths with a smile.

"What do you want to say?" I knew that if I didn't speak today, I would be unable to do anything good.

She laughed contemptuously, her eyes passing over the items in my arms, "Your family is bankrupt, so stop dreaming about Draco all the time."

"..." I was silent for a while, "Why do you always target me, Miss Parkinson."

There are so many girls who like Draco, and there are also a lot of them who can't hide their love like me, so why do they insist on staring at me?

"Because Draco hates you, can't you see? He hates you the most among so many people."

I know, don't say it again.

Parkinson's face covered with exquisite makeup became terrifying in my eyes. The anger and pain in my brain made me couldn't help but reach out and push her, and then ran back to the dormitory without looking.

It wasn't until the next day when I didn't see her in any of the classes that I found out from other students' conversations that she had been admitted to the hospital wing. Out of the most basic sense of morality I had been taught, I planned to suppress my disgust and ride on No one went to apologize to her.

Not many people would go to the hospital wing during dinner time. I tiptoed to the door of the room and poked my head in. Unexpectedly, Draco's figure appeared in the unclosed curtains.

They seemed to be talking about something, and I hid subconsciously.

"That Green did it!" Parkinson coquettishly said, "I tried to comfort her with good intentions, but she pushed her down and injured her."

I couldn't see Draco's expression from the angle I was hiding from. He knocked on the bedside table twice, his voice was low, as if he was a little unhappy. Despite this, he was still patiently coaxing Parkinson to let her not care about the wound. It would be over soon. heal.

"That Greene is really annoying." Parkinson added, "She has been pestering you for so many years without any good reason. If she comes back now, she will be really thick-skinned."

"Do you hate her the most?" she asked.

Draco suddenly lost his voice, and Parkinson urged me a few more words before I heard his muffled voice reach my ears.

"Yeah, how could I like Green? I hate her the most."

I forgot how I got out of the hospital wing.

I always knew that he didn't like me, but I had never heard words with this meaning from his mouth. I always thought that I could try harder to change his impression. After all, Draco hadn't talked to him for so long. After falling in love once, I always think maybe? What if?

When I ran to the Black Lake, Digory was reading a book under the tree. In fact, I just wanted to find a place where no one was around to break down and cry. But as soon as he saw the tears covering my face, he immediately stood up to catch my body that was about to fall, and hugged me while I was crying.

Diggory patted my back gently with his big, warm and rough hands. He didn't care at all that I had smeared my nose and tears on his robe because of my collapse. He politely refrained from any more physical contact. He held my shoulders with one hand and patted me with the other, and softly sang songs like lullabies until I stopped tired from crying for a long time.

I have never been coaxed by a lullaby before. This feeling is very new, and the feeling of being comforted is also very new.

"I'm a little worried about you. I heard in the past two days that you haven't returned to school and are waiting there." Digory cleaned up his robe and changed the subject that would embarrass me, "What if If you have any unhappy things, you can write to me and tell me, don’t cry alone.”

He put a few candies that he had often left behind in my hand and sent me some distance away from the door of the common room - many Slytherins didn't want the Hufflepuffs to get too close.

It's just that I didn't expect to meet Draco here.

For the first time, I wanted to walk around him, but he stopped me like the unreasonable Parkinson yesterday, grabbed my wrist and asked through gritted teeth: "Why are you with Diggory?"

"I encountered it by chance." I said wistfully.

Draco stared at my face for a while, and finally laughed twice, and then I heard the sentence that I heard from his mouth not long ago be mentioned again by him: "You are really annoying."

final match.

I confirmed that I still liked Draco, even after hearing twice that he hated me.

This feeling may not be simply called love. It is better to call it a habit. I feel that liking Draco has become a large part of my life, and now I am trying to get rid of the habit and shrink it. .

Diggory - now he let me call him Cedric, this man began to gently invade every aspect of my life, when I lay alone by the black lake, when I forgot to eat and was hungry, he and Like timely rain, he appeared by my side and gave me companionship.

It's wrong to use him, I know, but he always expressed his willingness to be used by me, and said cheerfully that he would be happy as long as I needed him. I have never been cherished like this by anyone, and I always think about him. Is it broken?

But probably no one except me would suspect that the students selected for the Triwizard Tournament by the Goblet of Fire are not in good heads. Draco has complained many times in the lounge that the Savior violated the rules and wanted to be in the limelight. He comes here almost every year. .

I was excluded from the small circle after the last one-sided quarrel with him, so I didn't know much about their plan against Potter. It was also later that Cedric told me that Draco had made an insulting badge that said "Potter stinks" on one side and "Supporting Cedric" on the other.

Those badges have been waving in front of me for a few days. Some of them would light up the side that insulted the Savior, and some would light up the side that supported Cedric, but it seemed that Draco had always only shown the side that insulted the Savior and puffed out his chest. He was showing off everywhere, and no one had ever seen him turn over his badge.

He had always hated Hufflepuff, and if it wasn't for the desire to disgust Potter, the badge would definitely not have been made into another side.

Because Draco had been attacking Potter uncontrollably, the new dark arts professor had a particularly bad impression of him, but no one expected that the professor would use a transformation spell to turn Draco into a ferret and humiliate him. The small white ball was guided by magic to fly up and down and scream. The white fur suddenly started to be stained with gray and blood, which looked a bit scary.

I don’t know where I got the courage to hold him in my arms, trying hard to resist the professor’s magic and contradict the professor’s words and deeds.

"You shouldn't do this." I didn't dare to raise my head to meet Professor Moody's terrifying artificial eyes. I lowered my head and hugged the trembling ferret's body tightly to try not to tremble in my voice.

Fortunately, before the professor could turn his prosthetic eye and say something harsh, Cedric, who noticed the situation here, rushed over with Professor McGonagall. I was lifted up from the ground to check the strength, and Draco in my arms was also taken away to remove the transformation spell.

"Let's go to the hospital wing and take a look." Cedric directly took my hand and pulled me away from the incident. I only had time to look back at Draco, who had turned back into a human. He stared at Cedric with red eyes. Ke held my hand as if he wanted to say something.

Before I could turn around and ask, Cedric forcefully pulled me to the medical wing and pressed me down on the bed for observation, fearing that the little scratches caused by robbing Draco's body would cause me to lose excessive blood.

"If it's too late, some of the wounds will heal." His serious expression made me want to laugh a little, "This is not as serious as the pranks those girls played on me."

"That's wrong, Leah." He looked at me seriously, "That's not a prank, and you can't treat it as a prank."

Cedric touched my hair, "The people who love you will be sad if you are hurt."

"The person who loves me?" I asked, "Who is it?"

He pointed to himself.

After sending away this friend who said strange words, I stayed in bed with my eyes open and didn't sleep, and finally waited for Draco at almost midnight.

There are only a few scratches on his body. It seems that I got there in time and protected him well. However, Professor Moody's humiliation made his whole body more energetic. He doesn't seem to be that much like me. A gorgeous gem you can’t get.

Draco was sitting on the hospital bed next to me, knocking on the bedside table. I felt strangely that this scene was very similar to the scene I had secretly seen that day, except that the person sitting on the hospital bed was replaced by me, whom Draco hated.

"sorry."

he opened his mouth to speak.

It was much later that I found out that Draco had been caught by Cedric to have a talk before he went to the hospital wing. I don’t know exactly what they talked about, and Cedric refused to tell me.

The man who is now my husband is still so stingy. Although he will not say anything to me about Draco, he will kiss me until I have no brain to think about anything else. For this reason, I always laugh that he is the most qualified lemon.

It was a real pleasure to be with him, Cedric wouldn't let me worry about social interaction, and he wouldn't resent any clumsy behavior on my part. It seemed that all my tears had been shed during the long time I had been in love with Draco, leaving no trace for Cedric.

It's impossible for someone you love to let him cry, that's how he explained it to me.

I sat in my husband's arms and hummed while opening the Christmas gifts sent by my friends. The colorful gifts made me feel happy, and I picked them up from time to time to ask my husband what he thought.

"What is this?" A silver and green package with Slytherin characteristics appeared in my sight, but I don't remember that I had any Slytherin friends who gave me Christmas gifts. I spent most of my time reading It was around Draco, and in the remaining two years, Cedric got to know many Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students—including the famous savior.

My husband opened the package for me and took out a little man wearing a silver dress spinning and dancing. I still remember this. Someone brought it to me when I was worrying about the dress for Seid's invitation during the Triwizard Tournament. , I didn’t have much gold galleons in my pocket. Although I wanted to return it at that time, the person who sent it didn’t give me the chance.

Finally, after asking Seid for his opinion, I did the opening dance in the dress. The dress that someone sent me was unexpectedly fitting and beautiful. When I looked in the mirror, I marveled at myself several times.

"Who could have given it to me?" I asked doubtfully.

Seid kissed my cheek, "No matter, put it in my study. I want to see you dancing every day."

/05Draco Extra

Draco always thought that Gloria would marry him.

His father had said many times that the Green family had declined and she was no longer a girl suitable to marry him, but Draco felt that the Malfoy family had a great business and he could do well in the future even without marriage.

So even though the Green family was no longer qualified to hang out with the social circle around him, Draco would always secretly ask the party organizers to call Gloria.

There were so many people who flattered his family, and he was always afraid that Gloria was one of them. So he suppressed all his thoughts of coaxing her and refused her gifts again and again, hoping to let Gloria know not to approach him simply because of family orders.

Of course he knew that many people didn't like Gloria, but because of his overt and covert beatings, he didn't dare to do anything other than words. He just felt that he liked her, and others didn't matter.

The more a bad boy likes a girl, the more he loves to bully her. Draco always looks forward to the day when Gloria will rush to his side and surrender to him and act coquettishly. He feels that as long as he is the only one in this girl's world, it will be fine. It's best not to let anyone go.

So with this in mind, he acquiesced to all actions to exclude Gloria, leaving her to rely on his social network for existence.

At the back-to-school party, he clearly vacated the seat next to Gloria, but that girl would only stay away and eat her pumpkin pie, without any reaction to the looks he cast her many times. The only time they made eye contact was Still caught her making faces.

There was a little bit of pumpkin pie on her stuffed cheeks, and she looked like a silly little hamster with her eyes widened. Draco wanted to laugh a little, but he didn't want others to look at Gloria because of his behavior and saw this cute scene, so he just frowned and nodded his cheek, pretending to be tickling .

On the way back to the dormitory, she lagged behind again. Draco subconsciously pretended to eat too much and needed to eat, and walked very slowly, fearing that she couldn't see the way clearly and lost her.

He didn't know how to approach this girl. Every time he approached Gloria, his head would turn into a ball of mush, and nothing he said felt right. Draco wanted to say a lot to her, but when he said it, it was like cotton wool stuck in his throat. He coughed desperately for a long time but couldn't spit out anything. So he had no choice but to swallow all those words, pretending to be arrogant and say those words against his will, hoping that she would ask for help and rely on him when she was hated by everyone.

But never, and he couldn't figure out why she never came to him for help.

In the days when the Green family was completely bankrupt, Pansy, who he had specially entrusted to wait in the lounge to wait for news about Gloria, was injured and admitted to the hospital wing. When he went to visit Pansy, he was still thinking about Hufflepah waiting by the Black Lake. Qi's figure unconsciously said those words that hated her out of anger.

Draco refuted himself ten thousand times in his heart, no, don't say it again.

But when he saw her coming back with that Hufflepuff, he couldn't help but say bad things.

From then on, they seemed to have completely gone off the road, and he was shocked to discover that Gloria really didn't seem to have to marry him in the future.

She was getting closer to that Diggory, and they could always be seen walking together and laughing together in school. Draco had never seen such a relaxed smile on her face in school. He looked around him. Slytherin had no friends, and he had no leverage to keep her.

Gloria had been following him all the time, and Draco could find her figure within his sight without any effort, but when she stopped following him, Draco had nothing to do.

When she was turned into a ferret, everyone shrank and hid far away. Only Gloria rushed forward and held her in her arms to protect her. While he felt so embarrassed, he also wanted to be in her arms for more time. Wait a while.

It was also at that time that he thought of apologizing. He wanted to apologize to Gloria for his misspoken words for so many years. Draco wanted to smooth over the cracks and work hard to be nice to her again.

"Apologizing never means you can get forgiveness. An apology just means "I know I did something wrong." As for whether you forgive or not, that is the victim's business. After an apology, there are still many things that need to be confessed one by one. Don't feel that "you have already apologized." What else do you want to do?"

From the moment you make this mistake, you must be prepared to bear it. If the glass vase is broken, don't think that sweeping it out and putting it in the trash can is of no use. "

That annoying Digory stopped him outside the hospital wing and talked to him for a long time. Draco looked at this man again and again, and suddenly he hated himself for being so young and not at all as annoying as the person in front of him. The guy is sensible.

Gloria did not accept his apology. The girl sat on the hospital bed and blinked her eyes to listen to his three brief words and only asked one sentence.

"Did you grow those yellow roses?"

He didn't answer, and he didn't know how to answer.

Draco looked back at what he had done to her over the years, and from her perspective, there seemed to be no trace that he liked the girl in front of him.

Those secret loves were cut off by his lack of words, which could have been a smooth road, and were beaten by wind and rain on their own account.

He sent a ball gown and wrote a long handwritten letter, but received no response in the end. Digory danced on the dance floor with his arm around the girl wearing the dress he sent.

Diggory was showing off, he knew it.

Until much later when he was forced to become a Death Eater, Draco often thought about the time when he turned into a ferret and everyone retreated but she stepped out.

When he was oppressed to the point of collapse, when he was hit by a spell and fell into a pool of blood, the girl's warmth seemed to have been surrounding him.

If he had it to do over again, he would definitely accept her gift when they first met, and play in the sea of ​​roses while pushing the swing prepared for her in the days to come.

If you can.

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The scheming boy Digory√

If Draco explained it face to face, he actually had a chance to get it back. It was Ced who misled him in another direction, and he also took away the letter including the dress.

The setting is that Draco likes the girl very much and keeps bullying her. The bad heart of the little boy. He really wants everyone to hate the girl but only him likes it, and then he really wants to see the girl surrender and beg him to rely on him, but he didn't expect that he lost it. , has not been realized for so many years.

Gloria is a person who doesn't understand love. All her understanding of love comes from her persistent mother who died young. Her father has always suppressed her, and she herself feels useless.

She is the kind of person who will love whoever loves her.

When she liked Draco, she felt that Draco responded positively to his emotions, but Draco, who was still ignorant at the time, made this two-way love suffocating. Later, when she fell in love with Ced, he also loved her and taught her to be healthy. like.

A, well, what I feel Draco would do.

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