Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

After breakfast, the fifth-year Slytherin students walked out of the castle to attend herbology class. They had finished learning about fanged geraniums, and today they were going to learn about a plant that was difficult to maintain.

Daffodils.

The six yellow petals have a trumpet-shaped flower in the center that emits an unpleasant, piercing cry.

Everyone put on their earmuffs again, and Draco had no choice but to talk to Indra.

Not long after they started class, a large notice flew over and was pasted on the trunk of a thick short tree inside the greenhouse.

It says that no one is allowed to read or carry "The Quibbler" and violators will be fired immediately.

When Indra returned to the castle, he found new notices posted all over the castle. This time, they were not only on the bulletin board, but also in the corridors and classrooms.

Indra cast a transformation spell on her copy and turned it into a collection of daily prophets. Only those she allowed to read could see the real content.

In the afternoon, Indra and Chax returned to the lounge at the bottom of the lake after doing arithmetic. They went back to the dormitory and changed clothes, then went downstairs and turned into the corner of the lounge next to the fireplace.

Quiet and soft light shrouds the place, and the transparent crystal glass is dyed emerald green by the lake water.

Draco sat at the table, looking at the textbook in his hand attentively and seriously.

The boy's light golden hair, slightly pale handsome face, and snow-white neat shirt all touched Indra's mind and were reflected deeply in her eyes.

She even looked at him quietly at the door for a while, then slowly walked over, leaned forward and kissed his cheek when she sat down next to Draco.

Draco's lips curled up into a silent smile before he raised his head and looked at Indra.

Because he didn't want to think about things that worried him, he was so immersed in studying that he didn't immediately notice that Indra had finished her class and returned to their private lounge.

Since being with Indra, Master Malfoy has become increasingly diligent in his studies, and he has stopped dozing off in the history of magic very early on.

There were thick books piled on the table at his hand, as well as parchments full of writing, all placed neatly.

Unlike Indra, who puts it wherever she wants and doesn't want Draco to tidy it up for her.

Young people taste love and pressure too early, so they grow up earlier and realize their responsibilities.

First, it was to gain the right to speak in front of his parents, because Draco had no intention of obtaining their consent by praying, and neither did Indra.

Slytherin's ambition is catalyzed by love more obvious and intense.

But now, the future of him and Indra is shrouded in a layer of fog by the surging undercurrent. Draco can only dispel that disturbing feeling by redoubling his efforts and feeling that he is growing up little by little. Feeling of apprehension.

Neither of them talked about today's article in "The Quibbler," even though it quickly spread around the school at an alarming rate, and everyone could even quote the original text of the last two sentences.

Not only did Umbridge's ban have no effect, it actually piqued the interest of every student to see it.

It has to be said that although Rita Skeeter is not a good character, there is no doubt about her ability.

One afternoon when there was no class, Goyle, Crabbe and Theodore were all sitting on a sofa in the Slytherin lounge, their heads lowered and whispering something unknown.

"Malfoy!"

From the arrogant walking posture and the light reflected from the light golden hair, Gore discovered who the person stopped not far away was and called him hurriedly.

Since the third year, they no longer have been following Malfoy as henchmen and thugs.

It wasn't that he and Crabbe didn't want to, but Malfoy didn't allow it.

"Did you read that article?" Theodore raised his head and asked, his eyebrows furrowed and his expression solemn.

Draco looked cold and sat down on the empty sofa opposite the three people, "I know."

You knew your father had been accused by Potter of being a Death Eater, but Malfoy stayed out of it.

"Why did your father..." Crabbe wondered quietly.

"How do I know?" Draco said impatiently.

Is it possible that he should ask Potter the savior why he was so merciful that he didn't reveal his father's name?

But in the Gryffindor common room, Harry had already lost his temper with Hermione, because he had just now unexpectedly discovered that one person was missing from the list of Death Eaters he identified in the article!

Lucius Malfoy!

How did he not know that when he told Rita Skeeter the events of that night, he had left out the name that he had gnashed on? !

"One less Lucius will not..."

"You're shielding a Death Eater!"

"...affects our overall situation..."

"Indra asked you to do this?!" Harry continued to yell loudly.

"...DA needs a guarantee..."

"The DA doesn't need Slytherin's interference! You trusted her too much! You revealed our activities to her and her name wasn't even on the list!"

"She doesn't know where we are!"

When Harry thought that Snape could actually be a member of the Order of the Phoenix, he had been torturing him in Occlumency training every time this semester, and Indra, Snape's favorite disciple, wanted to have a hand in the DA. , Harry felt very annoyed.

The two stood arguing with each other, Hermione, with her chestnut hair messy, kept explaining, while Harry was emotional.

Ron hugged his knees and huddled in the corner of the sofa, his eyes wide open. While eating the chocolate frog, he raised his head and watched the two people walking back and forth in front of him quickly, waving his hands from time to time.

Finally, Harry and Hermione looked at Ron in unison and asked him whose side he was on.

The chocolate frog in Ron's hand fell into his arms. He wanted to stand on the side of his good buddies, but he did not dare to directly oppose Hermione because her eyes looked too scary now.

"I think...what Harry said makes sense...but! Things are already like this...why not..."

Anyway, that was the end of the matter, and Harry couldn't get Rita Skeeter to rewrite it for publication.

Indra couldn't find any excuses to avoid learning Occlumency this Saturday. Firstly, Draco might be suspicious, and secondly, she really wanted to learn Occlumency well.

Fortunately, her efforts were not in vain. She practiced restraining her thoughts and clearing her mind every night.

Indra resisted Draco's Legilimency, preventing him from discovering something he shouldn't have discovered.

Two beautiful girls visited the kitchen again, although one of them's beauty was hidden by thick books and frizzy hair.

Hermione watched Indra leisurely add some green juice mixed with green powder into her hot milk.

She cast an ear-blocking spell around her and asked, "Where are the things?"

Indra took out a small folded piece of parchment from the wizard's robe, held it between two fingers and stretched it towards Hermione.

Just as Hermione was about to get it, Indra withdrew her hand again, "Where are your activities?"

What she provided Hermione was a partial list of members of the investigation team.

This group secretly organized by Umbridge has not yet started its activities openly. It is just secretly observing the movements of students in other colleges, looking for a group that meets regularly illegally.

Hermione also took out a piece of parchment from her robe, covered it face down on the table, and said with a smile, "This parchment has the names of all DA members. Sign your name and I will tell you." .”

Indra glanced down and reluctantly whispered, "I have no intention of joining. Besides, this parchment shouldn't be simple, right?"

Hermione nodded, "Emergency times call for extraordinary measures. I cast 'Snitch' on this. Anyone who snitches will have some ugly things on their face. By then, we will be able to find out who the betrayer is." .”

"Even if you don't tell me, I can find it if I want to. I just need to put a little follower on Ernie." Indra curled her lips and refused to sign her name.

Hermione snorted. She didn't ask Indra to sign because she didn't trust her, but she wanted to find another way to get her to join.

She dared to say that Indra must know a lot of curses and black magic, which would be useful in their training.

"What is a follower?"

"A kind of..." Indra paused, his eyes flickering, "The magic potion can show a person's movement trajectory, but it requires a specific method to see it."

This is actually an experiment she made by mixing spells and potions. The specific method requires casting a spell.

No magic potion requires a spell to be effective, not at any stage.

Hermione nodded with interest, "Did you know that there is a mysterious room in Hogwarts, where we gather."

"The mysterious room? You mean the Room of Requirement?" Indra said in surprise.

She and Draco never went there again because it was too far and too troublesome for the two of them, and it was not suitable for Occlumency training.

Moreover, Emerald's activities have been temporarily suspended, and the Room of Requirement is no longer available.

Hermione was even more surprised than she was, "You know too?!"

Indra blinked one eye proudly, "What a coincidence, I just happened to know."

How many people know about the promised Room of Requirement?

Hermione took out a gold galleon from her bag and handed it to her, "Just right, it will be convenient for you to start your work."

"There's a transformation spell on it. The goblin's number will change to the time of the party."

Indra nodded and put away the fake gold galleons, "When a galleon becomes hot and turns pink, it is an early warning sign."

There is no doubt that this is a spell that cannot trouble her.

Turning his amber eyes, Indra continued, "If there is that strange map, I think my work will go more smoothly."

She remembered the mysterious map she had seen in Professor Lupin's office, which could show the location of everyone in Hogwarts.

"You're really rude, but this is Harry's thing, I have to ask him."

Hermione felt that this was indeed a good method. If there was someone remotely monitoring the activities in the castle during their gathering, especially the Defense Against Dark Arts Office, everything would be safe.

Umbridge would never catch them.

Indra gave the parchment in her hand to Hermione, then picked up Dumbledore's Army list on the table and looked at it.

"There's no Draco's name on it." Hermione glanced at it and said, she didn't believe he wouldn't join, even if it was for family reasons.

Indra's eyes were calm and he said: "His name is my name, you don't need to be on guard against him."

Hermione rolled her eyes. She really didn't want to listen to crazy things from people in love.

"It is enough for the three of you to know the names of these people, so that they will not have conflicts due to guilty conscience."

This is bad for both parties.

Hermione nodded, some fools might do that.

Indra's Occlumency training is progressing very well, and she has been able to control her brain well not to reveal some memories that should not be revealed.

But Draco still knew that Indra was secretly delivering messages to Hermione.

Because Umbridge wants all members of the Investigation Team to pay close attention to an illegal student organization led by Potter and Granger.

Report any clues immediately.

But Indra never asked himself, or even mentioned this matter to him.

Doesn't she trust herself?

She would rather ask Chucks about the progress of the investigation team, or even test other people, than speak to him.

Indra's Occlumency was improving rapidly, and Draco's Legilimency was not without improvement.

There is hot water filled with bath bubbles in the marble bathtub, making the entire bathroom fragrant, moist and warm, with a light mist floating around.

The last Legilimency only found a few sporadic and unimportant memories from Indra's mind, which were fragments of her classes at a Muggle school.

A little Muggle boy secretly passed a note to Indra in class, asking her if she would like to play football together after class.

What is football? It's definitely not as fun as Quidditch.

Draco was interested in all of Indra's memories, especially those in which he had not been involved.

But now these memories of the Muggle world only bothered him, Indra should belong to the wizarding world, to Draco Malfoy.

Indra, who was kneeling on the cushions, slowly opened her eyes. Draco's tall and straight figure suddenly approached her, and a piece of his pale skin and light golden hair flashed before her eyes.

A hard kiss came over me.

He knelt on one knee on the soft cushion, biting and sucking Indra's soft, full lips, and then expertly pried open her white teeth.

Indra didn't know the reason for Draco's sudden enthusiasm. She had just come out of Occlumency, her mood swings were not that strong, and she even opened her eyes slightly.

You could see Draco's light golden hair, long trembling eyelashes, pale and straight nose, and his devoted expression.

The eyes that were opened slightly closed again, and the upper and lower rows of fine eyelashes came together. Indra responded to him slowly and allowed Draco to kiss her.

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I’ve been addicted to the dreamless sleeping potion, so I’ll write again tomorrow (crying)