Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Indra returned to the Slytherin common room.

"Indra."

A familiar voice called her name.

Indra looked at Draco standing in the corner of the lounge with joy in her eyes. Behind him was the exclusive area where they usually stayed.

But this semester, Indra has not been there yet.

She walked quickly towards him and threw herself into his arms.

Draco raised his arms and hugged her, a faint smile on his pale face.

"Shall we stay in the bathroom today?" He asked, stroking her hair.

Indra nodded immediately and said softly, "Okay."

This means that he will tell her tonight, and it also means that the two of them will go back to their old days, Indra thought.

It never occurred to her that she would be separated from Draco unless he was willing to serve Voldemort.

"Wait for me. I'm going to get my homework and pajamas. Do you want to eat something later? I brought some food from home..."

Draco smiled slightly: "Okay, I'll wait for you here."

Indra stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek, then ran back to the dormitory to pack her things.

Draco stood staring at her back with a gentle smile in his eyes.

When he was with her, no matter how uneasy and uncomfortable he was, he always smiled and felt happy from the bottom of his heart.

Indra quickly packed her things and went downstairs. Naturally, she handed her bag to Draco and kissed him.

The two cast the illusion spell and walked hand in hand to the prefect's bathroom on the sixth floor.

"Have you been here?"

Indra asked when they reached the baroque relief door.

"Blue sea and blue sky."

"No, I don't dare to come." A door was revealed on the stone wall, and Draco unscrewed the door handle and led Indra in.

This place is still the same as when they left last semester, bypassing the luxurious white marble bath, and at the innermost part of the wall is a four-poster bed covered with purple tassel sheets, thick carpets on the floor, soft cushions beside the bath, and gorgeous windows The beaded curtains and the simple double table and chairs were all kept clean and dust-free by the house elves.

Two pairs of slippers were placed at the entrance, and Indra and Draco put on their slippers and walked in.

The flowers on the bedside table were still fresh. Indra picked them from the Black Lake. Draco cast a spell on them to keep them from withering for a long time.

Draco held Indra in his arms, kissed her, and led her to the bed.

The two rolled around on the bed several times. As they passionately caressed and kissed, their hair was messed up and their clothes were messed up. Their silver-green ties were scattered on the purple bed.

Draco paused breathlessly, leaning over Indra to look at her.

"You haven't told me yet." Indra looked at him and ran her hand along the edge of his shirt.

The soft fingertips and palms touched Draco's flexible waist and abdomen upwards.

Draco had a look of indulgence and helplessness on his face. He held Indra's hand and picked her up from the bed, holding her in his arms.

Indra didn't know what Draco was going to tell her, but his eyes were no longer as carefree as before, and he could see to the end with one glance.

She leaned forward and kissed him, saying softly, "Tell me."

Then go back to your happy self.

Draco suddenly hugged her tightly for a moment and then slowly let go.

He pulled up the sleeve on his left hand, as if to show Indra an ugly wound.

Ceiling chandeliers cast a soft glow in the marble room.

There was a dark and ferocious mark branded on the inner skin of his pale arm.

A twisted python protrudes from beneath a skull.

It's the Death Eater mark.

Draco's eyes were desperately focused on Indra, afraid to see a look of resistance and rejection on her face.

Indra's whole body trembled, and her face instantly turned pale. She slowly stretched out her hand to hold Draco's arm, her voice suddenly hoarse and trembling.

"He branded you...he actually dared to brand you..."

At this moment, she wanted to kill Voldemort with a thousand knives.

How could such a dirty thing, such a disgusting thing be branded on his body...

Indra's eyes were already filled with tears, and those big tears kept rolling down from her red eyes, sliding down her cheeks, soaking her chin, and then flowing down her neck.

"I'm sorry...I...don't be sad...Indra..."

Draco panicked, feeling distressed and guilty. He murmured softly, holding Indra's face to wipe her tears. His own tears also wetted the long black eyelashes.

But he couldn't seem to wipe it all away.

Indra buried her head and held his arm tightly, crying so hard that she was trembling with sobs, and her tears fell on the ferocious black mark.

The cold wet touch tortured his heart.

Similar tears also appeared on Draco's cheeks. He lowered his head and kissed Indra's lips.

When his lips and tongues intertwined and his teeth collided, he tasted salty tears.

Indra hugged Draco's neck tightly, kissed Draco's cheek eagerly, and murmured "I will protect you..." with a thick nasal voice.

"Okay...okay..." Draco said with a shaky breath and hugged her tightly.

Indra held Draco's neck and pressed against his body.

Draco fell on the bed obediently, and Indra straddled his belly. The first thing she did was to take off his shirt.

No wonder he didn't let her take off his clothes at that time. It turned out to be because of this.

He had already met Voldemort at that time, right?

Draco's breathing became shaky. He lay on the bed and looked up at Indra's tearful face. He stretched out his hand to hook up her fallen hair and stroked her moist cheeks that were red from crying.

He held Indra's waist and watched her body move up involuntarily to welcome her as she sat down.

The first rain in September ushered in outside the castle, and the towering spire was soaked lightly and lingeringly.

Circles of ripples formed on the surface of the Black Lake at night, and the branches of the Whomping Willow stretched and swayed in the gentle drizzle.

In the warm and charming prefect’s bathroom.

Draco's eyes and mind were completely captured, his eyes were slightly closed with a gray-blue luster, and his absent-minded eyes were immersed in watching the person on his body without blinking.

Beads of sweat ran down the ridges of Indra's bare back. She twisted, pressed Draco's arm, and leaned down.

When the cool hair fell on that skin, Draco suddenly woke up.

She actually went to kiss the Death Eater mark on his arm.

Draco grabbed Indra's wrist with his backhand, held her waist and turned her over.

The chandelier on the ceiling slowly went out in the middle of the night.

The next day, the two slept until they didn't know when they woke up.

Indra's throat was extremely dry and her eyes were a little swollen.

Draco kissed her cheek, stood up, picked up the shirt on the floor, put it on and poured her water.