Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

It was just a deep kiss, and Draco didn't push Indra down to the soft cushions.

The two wet lips separated slightly, and then they touched each other gently. After repeated kissing several times, Draco stopped playing this game that he would never get tired of, and whispered, "Why don't you just ask me?" ?”

"Huh?" Indra murmured softly before she recovered.

Draco said nothing, wanting to wait for her to wake up and remember.

But Indra seemed to be disoriented by his kiss, lazily leaning into his arms.

Draco was neither angry nor happy, he helped her shoulders to help her sit up, and then slowly loosened his hand, "Hermione's illegal organization, why don't you ask me."

Indra's eyes became clearer, she looked slightly stunned, and looked at Draco, "You know..."

She then pursed her lips and said, "You don't need to do this. I do this for my own position..."

Indra just didn't want Draco to be in trouble, so she didn't ask him.

Draco frowned slightly and said seriously, "We don't need to be so clear about it."

His gray-blue eyes suddenly looked a little pleading and sad, like melting ice and the blue autumn sky, "Don't push me to the other side, okay?"

Indra's mind was shaken, and she immediately straightened up and hugged him tightly, "I'm sorry... I ignored it..."

She only wanted to keep Draco out of it, but she ignored his feelings and that he would be upset by her hiding something.

Draco hugged the person in his arms, smelled the fragrance on her hair, and his heart fell back into the soft velvet. He hummed softly, "I won't do this again."

Indra nodded and rubbed the crook of his neck coquettishly.

"Are you going?" Draco suddenly asked, and a pleasant voice came from the chests and heads of the two of them.

"what?"

"Play team ball."

Indra snorted, "Yes, that's football."

From now on everything she said to Draco would be the truth.

"You would rather play football than play Quidditch with me?" Draco said sourly and dissatisfied.

"I really don't know how. Muggle ball games are played on the ground after all, and haven't I watched every game of yours?"

"So what's your favorite Muggle sport."

"Do you want to learn to accompany me? If not, I won't tell you."

"Accompany you."

Indra chuckled twice, blinked and said cheerfully, "No. Skiing, surfing and tennis are all good to me. But the most popular boys in Muggle schools should be in rugby, football..."

Damn Muggle, a hint of disgust flashed in his gray-blue eyes.

Draco blocked her words with his mouth, bit her lip gently and slowly let go. He squinted his eyes and said suspiciously, "You don't go to a Muggle school anymore, how do you know so clearly."

"I have some Muggle friends." Indra said, "They were all very curious about where I went to school, so I had to say that I went back to China to go to school and would only go back to London during the winter and summer vacations."

Draco found that Indra knew everyone he knew, but he had never met some of Indra's friends.

The number of wizards in the magical world is far less than that of Muggles, and pure-blood families have always been rooted in the same circle and disdain to associate with other people.

Therefore, Master Malfoy's circle of friends of the same age is pitiful. Most of them are friends of his father's colleagues, and there are also some children from other pure-blood families, including the two stupid big guys Goyle and Crabbe.

Draco felt a little depressed.

"But they all know that I have a boyfriend with blond hair and gray eyes." Indra said with a smile.

Draco's expression turned from gloomy to bright.

The two kissed again before leaving the prefect's bathroom and preparing to go downstairs to the auditorium for dinner.

They had just descended the spiral staircase and were about to enter the wide corridor leading to the foyer when they heard a woman's shrill scream.

The two looked at each other in shock, and a bit of prefect's self-consciousness prompted them to quickly speed up and run towards the hall.

What happened? !

Indra and Draco walked through the corridor, and the screams started again.

From a distance they could see that the foyer was packed with people, but there was no buzz or murmur.

Indra then saw several faces that were too frightened and shocked to speak, as well as a group of tall Slytherin classmates standing near the entrance to the underground stairs.

Everyone gathered in a circle and looked toward the center of the foyer.

The scream came from there. Professor Trelawney was sitting on a suitcase and sobbing. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were slanted, and her scarves and shawls were hung messily on her body, making her look tattered. , looking completely broken.

The suitcase Professor Trelawney was sitting on seemed to have been thrown directly from the stairs and lay on the ground.

She held the bottle in one hand and the wand in the other, sobbing loudly, "Hogwarts is... my home! I've been here for sixteen years! Ten... six years !You can’t fire me!”

Indra's eyebrows were raised, anxious and uncomfortable. She searched among the crowd and saw Professor McGonagall, who also looked unbearable, and Umbridge, who was standing high on the stairs.

She said triumphantly and viciously, "It used to be your home."

Umbridge seemed to no longer care about the ugly scars on her face, showing a twisted smile.

"The Minister of Magic signed your dismissal an hour ago, and you can leave now."

Indra felt a surge of anger. It seemed that Umbridge had decided to drive Trelawney away first.

She was forced to give up her Divination class because Umbridge prohibited students from taking more than three elective courses, so she didn't see Professor Trelawney for a long time.

Although Professor Trelawney was not an excellent teacher and deliberately gave her a low grade in the final exam last semester, she would never be kicked out in such a heartless and insulting way.

Umbridge was in no position to drive her away.

Moreover, Indra did not give up taking the divination class exam at the end of the semester. As long as she signed up, she could still take the exam even if she didn't attend class for a day.

Draco also frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable. Umbridge really regarded Hogwarts as her own territory.

But none of the students had the ability to stop her.

Professor McGonagall walked out of the crowd at this time. She walked directly to Professor Trelawney, patted her back quilt vigorously, and handed her a handkerchief to wipe her tears.

In the end, Umbridge was not able to get rid of Professor Trelawney because this power still belonged to the principal Dumbledore.

He didn't know why he walked in from outside the oak door of the hall, still surrounded by the heavy night fog.

Indra found out later that after Dumbledore asked Professors Flitwick and McGonagall to send Professor Trelawney back to the office, a clear and calm sound of horse hooves sounded from the night fog outside.

Dumbledore invited a centaur back from the Forbidden Forest overnight to be the new Divination teacher at Hogwarts.

The wonderful expression on Umbridge's face made many people feel very happy.

Firenze the Centaur has light blond hair, a bit similar to Draco's hair color, but closer to his father's long hair.

At the same time, he has a pair of intelligent and majestic eyes that are so blue that they seem to drip water.

After the farce ended, many students returned to the auditorium to continue their interrupted dinner.

Because Umbridge was sent back to her office in anger, the Great Hall was filled with discussions about everything that had just happened, including that handsome centaur.

Indra stretched out her hand and tugged at a tuft of light blond hair behind Draco's neck, her eyes focused as if studying something.

"what happened?"

"The centaur's hair color is a bit similar to yours, but yours is better looking."

Draco curled his lips.

Senna was now able to completely ignore the interaction between the two people. She said with a bit of regret, "It's a pity that we can't go to the new Divination teacher's class together."

"It's a little bit." Indra said thoughtfully.

The next week, Draco and Senna went to Classroom 11 on the first floor for a divination class.

Because of the centaur's body structure, it was obviously inconvenient for him to enter Professor Trelawney's usual divination classroom in the north tower.

Classroom 11 is a vacant classroom that is not usually used. Draco and Indra once quietly came here to practice spells.

But now, the classroom seems to be leading directly to the Forbidden Forest. The ground is covered with soft green moss, thick trees are sprouting from the ground, and there are large stones sunk in the moss mud.

The classroom is filled with cool, fresh air and soft, bright light.

Draco and Senna walked to a big rock and leaned on the left and right sides of the rock. Firenze, who was standing in a forest clearing, suddenly turned his head and looked between them.

Both Draco and Senna were quietly nervous, because there was another person standing between them.

Indra.

She secretly used the Disillusionment Charm to come to class, but Umbridge was not here.

Indra felt that Firenze was aware of her presence, although his gentle and intelligent eyes did not directly meet her own.

In this class with Firenze the Centaur, he had everyone lie down and watch the starry sky he displayed on the ceiling.

The light in the classroom dimmed, as if entering the dark dusk of the Forbidden Forest.

Indra lay between Draco and Senna, her amber eyes looking at a shining red star above her head.

That is Mars. Whether in the West or the East, whether in astrology or astrology, Mars represents disaster and war.

Firenze's voice sounded softly in the darkness.

"In the past ten years... there have been various signs that people in the wizarding world are only in a short period of peace between two wars. The sparks that can bring war are now shining above our heads, indicating that another war is about to begin. Coming, as for how long it will take..."

Indra lay on the soft moss ground, looking up at the spark that could bring war, but maybe it was not the spark that brought disaster, but it warned that disaster would come.

It is a window for humans and wizards to predict future destiny.

Draco's bright gray-blue eyes were also looking at the spark, and the hand lying flat on his side gently held Indra's fingers.

Is another war bound to come?

After watching the stars, Firenze taught everyone to ignite several herbs and leaves and try to predict how soon the war would come by observing the smoke and flames.

Indra sat on the ground, watching Draco and Senna light the fragrant mallow with a blazing flame, while talking quietly to the two of them.

After this class ended, Indra had no plans to go to the subsequent divination class. She was just curious about how centaurs who were proficient in divination viewed the relationship between divination and fate.

Returning to the lounge at the bottom of the lake, Indra leaned against Draco's ear and told him what she had promised to do for Hermione.

Keep an eye on Umbridge's movements for Dumbledore's Army.

Dumbledore's Army only meets once a week, and Harry agreed to give the Marauder's Map to Indra, so Indra only had to spend one day a week staring at the Marauder's Map.

She found that those names could not be displayed in the Room of Requirement. Their names disappeared as soon as Dumbledore's Army entered the Room of Requirement.

Indra took the Marauder's Map out of her bag and handed it to Draco while saying.

"Just say, I solemnly swear that I will do no evil, you can activate it, and when you are done using it, you must say that the mischief is over."

"I solemnly swear that I will do no evil." Draco said lazily.

The ordinary parchment folded several times gradually revealed countless fine lines, outlining every corner of the castle, and densely packed names of people were surging on it.

Mrs. Norris's name moved quickly past Draco's hand.

"This map is very useful. It would be nice if I could make another copy." Indra said, "But I don't know how it determines everyone's identity. Even if I use the Disguise Curse, my name It won’t disappear from the map.”

Draco turned over a folded section of parchment and scanned the Slytherin common room, barely making out his and Indra's names next to each other among the many overlapping names.

Suddenly, his calm cheeks turned red, and his eyes moved to the prefects' bathroom on the sixth floor. There was a cubicle there displaying the name of the Hufflepuff Quidditch captain. He was a person.

Draco raised his head and glanced at Indra quietly. She seemed to be still thinking about the Marauder's Map.

After Indra got this map, except for the Defense Against Dark Arts office, the corridor on the eighth floor, and the auditorium, he didn't pay much attention to other places.

Because the structural diagram of the castle was too complicated, and the names of the students were overlapping and dazzling, she didn't care about other people's private affairs.

But when they were in the dormitory at night, Indra would occasionally look at the Slytherin boys' dormitory and look for Draco's name, until he lay down on the bed and started to sleep without moving.

"I'm looking at you." Indra leaned on Draco's shoulder, looking at him with a charming smile on her face and said softly.

Draco raised an eyebrow, "Look at me?"

He smiled and lowered his head to kiss Indra on the lips.

Actually peeked at him.

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Slytherin may always be good at missing his lover, but Malfoy is an exception.

Lucius: (proud)

Slytherin: Shut up, only across houses

Slytherin so-and-so: Shut up, only the Headmaster

Snape (smiling): All confinement.