【HP】I don’t want to fall in love, I just want to mess around

Esther let him approach.

She was motionless, like a statue, with a cold expression, and her expression was dim and unclear in the dim room.

As he got closer, the strong smell of Greyback hit his face. The smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of blood was extremely unpleasant and nauseating.

He roughly tore Esther's clothes, but she didn't resist. She only tightened her hand hidden under the pillow.

It wasn't until he leaned down to kiss her that Esther suddenly became angry, and the sharp glass shards stabbed into his neck quickly and accurately.

"Uh--"

Greyback let out a cry of pain, but Esther had already seized the opportunity, spun around, climbed onto his back lightly, strangled his neck with one hand, and pulled out the glass shards with the other hand. Pricked down hard.

This time she accidentally punctured his aorta, and blood spurted out instantly. The smelly blood splashed onto Esther's face, wetting her eyelashes, making her vision blurry, and she could only see patches of blood mist.

Greyback was still struggling. He was a werewolf, and even in his human state, his nails were extremely sharp. He grabbed randomly, trying to tear Esther off his body.

Waves of hoarse roars came out of his mouth, but because he was stabbed in the neck, the sound couldn't come out, and he could only whimper like a trapped animal.

Esther's arms were bruised and bloody from his grasp, but she endured the pain and refused to let go no matter what.

His blood was still gushing out, and his breath was filled with the smell of blood. Esther couldn't care about anything. She pulled out again as if she felt no pain. The fragments continued to bite.

One, two, three.

There was no movement until Greyback fell to the ground.

The blood on her body had become cold and solidified. Esther let go of her hand and slowly fell down.

At that moment, she felt everything left her, including her heartbeat and her breathing.

There was a deathly silence between heaven and earth.

Her face was expressionless, her body was covered in blood, her mind stopped functioning, as if her soul had been pulled out, and she was numb.

It wasn't until her wrist felt hot that she turned her head and looked at the bracelet on her wrist.

The next second, someone broke into the door. The faint moonlight came out from the untied curtains and shone on the ground. Amidst the blood stains, Esther raised her head numbly.

The visitor paused when he saw the tragic situation in the room, and the next second he quickly hugged Esther on the ground, comforting him with a trembling tone: "It's okay, it's okay."

The warm embrace seemed to wake Esther up. She finally spoke, her voice hoarse: "I...kill him."

"Ah."

The young man gently stroked her hair, looking in a direction that she couldn't see, his eyes full of heartache. When illuminated by the moonlight, those eyes were like slightly rippling lake water, extremely deep.

"do not be afraid."

He comforted softly, and then he made up his mind to pick up Esther and leave here.

His room was not very close to the room where Esther was resting, which was why he couldn't rush there immediately.

He carried Esther and shuttled back and forth quickly. Fortunately, it was late at night and no one was wandering outside at this time. He was also very familiar with the route of Malfoy Manor, so he took Esther back to him smoothly. s room.

He put Esther on the bed and first used "Clean Up" to clean up the blood stains on her body. At this time, Esther's clothes were disheveled, and the large areas of exposed skin were covered with wounds, which was shocking to see.

Draco felt his eyes well up and almost shed tears.

He tremblingly took out his wand and cast a few healing spells, hoping to alleviate some of her pain.

Esther remained silent, and the danger was temporarily lifted. Only then did she feel the pain in her body.

A few spells worked, and the wounds on her body began to scab.

Draco immediately rummaged through the boxes and cabinets looking for something, and finally took out a bottle of powder and gauze. He gently helped Esther bandage the wounds, wrapping the criss-crossed scars in circles.

The wound on her back was also torn apart in the fight just now. Draco took off her clothes and bandaged her back.

When he faced Esther's body, he didn't feel any charm at all, he just felt distressed. With so many wounds and so much blood, one can imagine how critical the situation was at that time, and there was nothing he could do to help her...

He finally couldn't help it, sobbed a little, and a tear flowed down his cheek, dripping on Esther's smooth skin.

Esther froze. She turned her head instantly and forced a smile: "What's wrong with you? It's me who was hurt. Why are you crying?"

"Ais..." He suddenly hugged her from behind and called her name in a choked voice: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all useless to me."

This will put you in such dangerous situations again and again.

"It's not your fault." Esther couldn't help but coughed lightly: "The most important thing now is the next thing. Greyback is the leader of the werewolves. The Dark Lord has been intentionally wooing the werewolves. When he found out that Greyback was dead, No matter what, I have to give an explanation to the werewolves. I don’t think I’m important enough to ask the Dark Lord to give up the entire group of werewolves, so..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Draco: "You don't have to worry about this, I will handle it."

He let go of Esther, bandaged the remaining wounds, then took out a shirt of his own from his closet and put it on Esther, comforting her softly: "Wait for me a moment, I'll be there soon." Will be back."

Esther nodded, choosing to believe him.

Draco quickly left the room.

After he left, the smile on Esther's face disappeared instantly. She lay on the bed, the smell of blood in her breath gradually dissipated, replaced by the smell of Draco's body.

Esther lay on her side and curled up into a ball. She breathed in the smell of the air greedily, as if this could bring her some sense of security.

She killed again.

When she thought of this, she couldn't stop trembling.

The feeling of glass piercing into flesh and blood is still vivid. Compared to killing with magic, this purely physical method of killing is more thrilling.

In just a few days, she broke her bottom line again and again. Even if she killed the people who deserved to be killed, they were the ones who made the first move, but...

She suddenly felt a twinge of heartache, the same thing she felt when she killed anyone who deserved to be killed. The one Draco was forced to kill that year was people like Dumbledore. One can imagine how much pressure he was under.

Draco, Draco.

Esther recited his name silently. His name seemed to have a unique magic power on her, which could gradually calm her chaotic mood.

I'm not afraid, I know you will always be with me.