Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

"I plan to reveal the truth about the Triwizard Tournament to the wizarding world and report on all Death Eaters, including Lucius."

Hermione's voice was clear and authentic.

Indra's first reaction was that this was a good decision, although the Ministry of Magic might try its best to hide it and would not take any action against these people.

But everyone needs to know the truth, and they need to know that Voldemort has returned.

Lucius is a Death Eater. He discriminates against hemp-blooded wizards and tortures Muggles. Indra doesn't like him at all.

but……

Lucius is Draco's father.

As soon as this idea broke into her mind, all rational thoughts became chaotic.

There was silence for a long time before Indra's gentle voice sounded, "Lucius..."

Draco would be heartbroken if Lucius was punished, even imprisoned in Azkaban.

The thought of Draco being sad made Indra feel extremely anxious and struggling.

Hermione didn't speak, looking at her with complicated and helpless eyes, "To be honest, it's best for you to separate. It's not too late now. What if a war comes?"

Indra's silent breathing became slightly faster, and his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was ill.

She wasn't listening carefully to what Hermione was saying.

If nothing was done, Indra didn't know how to tell Draco about this.

——Hermione wants to expose all the Death Eaters in the newspapers, including your father, and I agree.

No blocking is consent.

In fact, this is the default.

She comforted herself that if all the Death Eaters were exposed and only Malfoy was left alone, You-Know-Who would not be happy.

He would doubt Malfoy's loyalty.

The mysterious man robbed the prison with great fanfare and helped his former slaves escape from the sea of ​​misery. He needed them to be proud of their status as Death Eaters.

The name Death Eaters is an identity they must reveal.

After a deep struggle, Indra took a deep breath, her voice was as dry as a ball of cotton, and she said slowly, "You... don't report Lucius. What people need to know is that Voldemort is back and the Death Eaters have reappeared. , one more person and one less person..."

"I can't believe you're covering them up for Draco?!" Hermione interrupted Indra, shock first appearing on her face, then anger.

"of course not!"

"You are too partial to him and have lost your proper position and judgment." Hermione said sternly.

"I haven't lost my judgment, I just can't..." Indra's face was a little pale, and his eyes were struggling and confused.

I knew I shouldn't have done this, but I couldn't help seeing Draco sad.

"I'm not going to miss Lucius. I'm going to ask Rita Skeeter to report this. This is the person you caught. If you threaten her not to write for me, I will think of something else." At worst, I can write it myself." Hermione said in a cold tone, looking away from Indra.

Indra would waver in her beliefs and blur her position due to selfish motives, but she, Hermione, would never do that.

"Rita Skeeter..." Indra thought of this person, her face turned pale and her tone was dull, "Let's make a deal, Hermione. Reporting less about a Death Eater will not cause any damage to your purpose, but reporting more If I report one story, I won’t be able to hear what I want to say.”

Hermione looked at her warily and suspiciously, "What?"

"Umbridge is organizing a special investigation team. She has discovered your DA, but there has been no clue. But she will not give up."

"how do you know."

Indra said unexpectedly, "It's posted on the Slytherin notice board. It seems she doesn't want you to know in advance."

Hermione calmed down and seemed to be weighing it. She said slowly, "I need to think about it..."

First of all, Harry and Ron will definitely not agree. They hate Lucius, hate Slytherin, hate Snape, hate the Slytherin team...

Indra nodded silently, she also needed to think about this matter seriously.

Compared with Hermione who devoted herself to the movement to resist Voldemort, she was simply immersed in the gentle land of love.

"When did you ask Rita Skeeter to write a story for you."

"I made an appointment with her at the Three Broomsticks bar next Sunday, but I haven't received a reply yet. You can come with me then."

After Hermione left first, Indra sat alone in the kitchen for a while.

She tried hard to use Occlumency to clear the chaotic emotions in her mind before going to the auditorium for dinner.

"What is she looking for you for?" Draco asked softly.

Indra wanted to serve herself some shrimp, green beans and pumpkin soup, but found that Draco had already set a bowl for her, so she picked up the spoon and took a taste first.

"Investigating the matter of the action group."

Draco nodded, and then said a little helplessly and reluctantly, "My father just sent me a letter, asking me to help Umbridge do things and support her reform of Hogwarts."

When Indra heard him say the word dad, her heart skipped a beat and she responded vaguely.

"Join the investigation team?"

"Correct."

"it is good."

Draco glanced at Indra but said nothing.

But when he returned to the lounge, he leaned over and hugged her, "It's just in name, to deal with my father's orders."

Indra smiled slightly, resting her head on his shoulder and whispered, "I know."

Draco, Goyle, and Crabbe's applications were quickly approved. In addition, Chucks, Warrington, Montague, Yawei, Pansy, Tiffany, and several others were also approved. A boy in sixth or seventh grade.

"She just asked us to pay attention to those people who behave suspiciously, especially Potter, Granger, and people from their classmates." Chucks said, somewhat inexplicably.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Indra and Draco. Now sitting in front of him were two people who often acted suspiciously and violated the rule that the distance between boys and girls should not be less than ten inches every day.

Maybe occasionally the distance is negative.

"What's the benefit?" Senna asked.

Draco curled his lips and said to Indra, who was also looking curiously, "Not yet."

As it was approaching Saturday's Occlumency training, Indra began to push back, fearing that Draco would catch her and Hermione talking in the kitchen.

On Friday night, Indra was writing the homework in her hand, trying to act as if nothing had happened, and said without raising her head, "I won't study Occlumency for the time being tomorrow."

"Why?" Draco was slightly surprised and raised his eyes to look at her.

"My head hurts. I want to take a rest." Indra said softly.

Draco frowned slightly, a worried look suddenly appeared in his eyes, and said with concern, "Head hurt? Come here and let me take a look."

The quill in Indra's hand stopped shaking, she stood up, walked to Draco, and then obediently let him pull her to sit on his lap.

Draco held Indra in his arms, stroking her head with his hands, his soft and smooth black hair carrying the warmth of the fireplace.

Indra leaned quietly against Draco's chest, resting her hands on it, her curled fingertips gently touching his black sweater.

The pain in my head is fake, but the need for his hug is real.

"Would you like to let Professor Snape take a look?" Draco said softly, feeling that Indra was too quiet and docile, as if she was really mentally ill.

"No, I'll just lean on you for a while and I'll be fine." Indra curled her lips and said.

She still chose not to tell Draco that Hermione had agreed to a deal with her.

"Kiss, Xiaolong." Indra whispered suddenly, raising her face and looking at him with bright and faint eyes.

Red heat suddenly surged from Draco's neck to his cheeks, and he looked down at Indra in embarrassment and helplessness.

She only calls herself Xiaolong on rare occasions.

Draco lowered his head and pressed his lips against Indra's.

After a while, the tip of his tongue withdrew, and his gray-blue eyes were moist and oppressive, "Let me kiss you, and you are not paying attention."

"I just enjoy it." Indra said rogue.

Draco almost fell backwards in anger, "Then I'll let you enjoy it to the fullest tomorrow, and you can do it now too."

Indra said deliberately and apologetically, "I'm sorry, do I have any other homework today..."

The soft kiss blocked her unfinished words.

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The next day, Sunday, February 14th, Valentine's Day, all third-year students and above can go to Hogsmeade for a holiday.

This is a great time for everyone to take a breath and get back to freedom.

The weather is gradually getting warmer and no longer so cold and cold.

In the central courtyard, a long queue formed in front of Filch very early. Some first- and second-year students looked helplessly in the corridor with depressed expressions.

Filch scanned the parchment list in his hand with sharp eyes and great caution, never letting one more student go.

Indra and Draco walked quickly past him, keeping their distance from each other.

They walked along the carriage road to the school gate where there was a sculpture of two flying pigs. Their shoulders gradually came together, and they held hands, and then walked out of the school gate together.

As soon as they leave school, many girls take out their small mirrors, start applying lipstick, drawing on their eyebrows, and put on beautiful jewelry.

"Where are we going? Go shopping or go to the countryside?" Draco asked with a gentle expression.

They have already experienced Hogsmeade thoroughly, and have been to almost every store and walked through every street.

Including the woods surrounding villages and towns.

Indra said with a smile on his face, "Well... let's take a stroll on the street first."

At this time, two people walked over and attracted the attention of Indra and Draco.

Those were Harry and Qiu Zhang. They were walking side by side, but with some distance between them. They seemed to be chatting about something, with awkward smiles on their faces.

Draco raised his eyebrows and made a sound in his mouth, "Potter, have you changed your girlfriend again? Where is the little Weasley girl?"

He held Indra's hand and looked very proud.

It's as if he is showing off that he only loves one person from beginning to end.

Indra tilted her head, closed her eyes helplessly and sighed silently.

This guy knows how to cause trouble.

Harry wanted to use a rocket crossbow to knock Malfoy's pale golden head off his head. He immediately said to Qiu, "He's talking nonsense..."

Qiu lowered her head slightly, her cheeks were a little red, and she didn't dare to look at the two people opposite, holding hands, looking so matched and happy.

She remembered that during the Christmas ball, they shook hands with each other. What a perfect scene it was...

Qiu avoided it not just because of embarrassment, but because the person opposite was Indra.

She remembered that she had cried to Indra telling her the pain of losing Cedric, but now, she fell in love with another person so quickly.

And it was Harry, what would she think of herself?

Indra was only slightly surprised that Qiu was actually interested in Harry, and then she smiled and nodded, but Qiu immediately looked down at her toes.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense." Indra's voice came out from clenched teeth. She hugged Draco and pushed him forward.

After hugging each other for a while, Indra said angrily, "Who told you that Harry and Ginny talked."

Draco raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, "I just thought...she doesn't like Potter. Why is she so anxious to defend him..."

"Why are you so anxious to defend..." Indra squinted her eyes and said strangely, there was no such episode in her memory.

"Before the second grade started, we were at Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, remember? But you and your Aunt Lucy left first." Draco said.

A faint smile of memory appeared on his pale and handsome face, and he now felt that he had already fallen in love with Indra at this time.

Because he suddenly became nervous when he saw her.

Maybe even earlier, maybe when he opened the door, when he tied her tie.

The young man who is deeply in love begins to give every fragment of his memory a fateful fate and special meaning.

Indra raised her eyebrows, "Hmph... It seems that after I left, you caused trouble for Weasley and Potter again?"

"I want to go with you, but my father won't let me." Draco said sweetly, lowering his head and rubbing his cheek against Indra.

While talking, the two of them had arrived at Hogsmeade Village, and the streets were filled with students playing and wandering around.

Indra and Draco bought two sausages said to be fire dragon meat from a wizard vendor on the roadside.

Each one costs a galleons and is sprinkled with paprika from Sichuan exploding red peppers.

"What are Sichuan exploding red peppers?" Draco looked hesitantly at Indra's sprinkled red sausage and took out two gold galleons from his pocket.

Indra had already taken a bite, and the spicy taste and the juicy texture of the grilled sausage made her squint her eyes.

"Give him less, just a little." Indra said to the wizard vendor.

The last time Draco came to her house, he ate some Muggle chili pepper and his mouth was swollen from the heat, which made her feel distressed and funny at the same time.

"Sichuan is a place name in China, just like the elf in Cornwall, Cornwall is also a place name in England."

Draco nodded clearly and took a bite of dragon meat sausage. The chili powder on it looked like stars visible to the naked eye in the night sky.

"Do exploding red peppers really explode?" Indra asked.

At least the Chinese biting cabbage actually bites people, the kind that snaps the hands off.

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When I feel abused, I write something else to compensate (…)

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