Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

On his way back to the Slytherin common room, our little Mr. Malfoy once again encountered a group of people going to the school doctor's office: the senior Slytherin seniors who were wearing colorful clothes and were being escorted by other people from the same house.

He asked in surprise, "What happened?"

"That Muggle wizard classmate of yours did it," a Slytherin replied noble and cool.

Draco didn't see Indra until the end of dinner time in the evening. What happened in Slytherin had also spread to other houses. The second-year Muggle wizard was punished with solitary confinement for using a dangerous attack spell. Several people who were slightly injured were punished by cleaning all the bathrooms on the basement floor for insulting their classmates.

But now the matter of Justin being petrified is the focus of everyone's attention.

Indra racked her brains to write something in her self-reflection letter in Professor Snape's office, including the cause, process, reflection, and even psychological activities and environmental characters. She was so hungry that she had to read the confession to Professor Snape once before handing it to him. When she left the office, her lips were wilted and turned white.

It was almost time to turn off the lights. She was walking alone in the dark underground corridor. She just wanted to go back to the dormitory and fill her stomach with something. Even a wizard would starve to death. Indra felt that This is obviously additional punishment.

Then she saw a faint golden light in front of her. Little Master Malfoy was standing with his back against the wall. Who knew why he was still here at this time.

When Draco realized that the person approaching was the person he had been waiting here for two whole hours, Draco stood up straight, moved his eyebrows uncomfortably, and murmured not knowing what to say.

He had never been in such a torturous and dull time, and his heart felt like needles pricking him. When he thought about someone treating Indra like he did Granger, he felt like his whole body was shaking, and he felt angry for no reason. . Draco Malfoy felt for a moment that he was hopelessly insane.

But Indra couldn't see clearly his pale face hidden in the darkness, and she didn't take a closer look. She just glanced at it and moved away, as if she didn't see it.

"Because..." Draco reached out to grab her arm, but was swung away.

"No need for your kindness!"

There was a tremor in her low voice, and Indra seemed a little excited. It was clear that from the time she left Professor Snape's office to the time she entered and came out again, her mood was stable. She was neither pushed nor scolded. Even if she was beaten by a Mudblood, or she was still hungry after being brutally trained by Professor Snape, until now, she was stable and did not show the slightest sadness.

But now, for no reason, a layer of crystal tears quickly accumulated in her eyes. The tears were faintly visible in the dimness, and then gently left two tear marks on her cheeks.

Or maybe these were the belated tears that day.

Draco suddenly panicked. His throat, which had entered the stage of voice change, became even dryer and uncomfortable.

"Sorry……"

He said slowly and uncomfortably, his voice was hoarse, and then he raised his hand and stretched out to her, holding a piece of bread or something else wrapped in oil paper in his hand.

Indra pursed her lips silently, tears flashing in her eyes, and walked around him towards the Slytherin lounge.

Draco walked behind her, with a bitter expression on his face that was born to be flamboyant and arrogant. It was hard to tell who was paler than the other.

"Indra..."

But Indra didn't say anything until they approached the door of the Slytherin lounge. Draco quickly reached out and grabbed Indra's arm, then quickly stepped forward and turned around to stop her in front of her. The blurry and incomplete shadows of the two people overlapped. .

"I was wrong! Indra...I shouldn't have done that, you...please forgive me." Draco's voice became lower and lower, and the gray-blue eyes in his aristocratic arrogant features looked at Indra at a loss. Tearful face.

Little Mr. Malfoy had never apologized to anyone so sincerely and uneasily. What was even more unimaginable was that he was not even sure whether he could be forgiven by her.

Indra was dizzy, her hands and feet were weak, and her weak breathing could be clearly heard in the quiet and dark corridor. After all, she had not eaten since noon until it was almost 9 o'clock.

She didn't speak but she didn't throw away Draco's hand, "It's not that you don't follow..." Indra didn't know why her tears kept flowing down, and she raised the tip of her tongue and said, "Mudblood, come and go. "

Draco opened his mouth and looked at her blankly. He moved a little closer to her. His throat hurt and his voice was low, with a hint of begging for mercy. "I didn't say that..."

He didn't say those words at all, Draco thought luckily.

Master Malfoy never thought that one day the word Mudblood would hurt him, pricking the heart of a pure-blood wizard like a needle.

For two people, it seems that this word can only make them feel humble or painful when it is connected with the other person.

Indra looked at Draco, her heart and self-esteem were completely shaken at this moment, and she turned towards him. Before she realized that Draco had also put down his pride and resisted the pure-blood supremacy education he had received for more than ten years.

Draco raised his hand and carefully wiped Indra's tears with his sleeve, "Let's eat something first." As he spoke, he handed over the eel toast rolls and pumpkin pie wrapped in oil paper.

Indra took the thing from his hand but did not open it, and whispered, "You can't curse others with this word, especially Hermione."

Draco gritted his teeth and was silent for a while, "...Okay"

Indra then picked up a piece of pumpkin pie and took a bite. Even though he was very hungry, he chewed it carefully with a calm expression.

The two of them walked side by side in the dark corridor. Draco kept looking at her and asked after a while, "What did Professor Snape ask you to do?"

"Write a letter of apology, 10,000 words, and then read it to him."

Draco had an unacceptable expression on his face. He had already arrived at the door of the Slytherin lounge. He said: "Glory", and then the invisible stone door opened in response.

The two people slowly walked through the empty common room with almost no one around, then walked around the snake-shaped statue and followed the spiral staircase to the intersection of the men's and women's dormitories on the second floor. There were snake-shaped wall lamps on both sides of the corridor, and the green eye stones gave off a dim yellow light. Light.

Draco stood in the shadow of the interlaced lights, his light eyes shining slightly, "You will remember that we have reconciled tomorrow, right?"

Indra's throat felt itchy and he wanted to cough, "...I, know, know..."

"Well, good night, Indra"

"Good night Draco"

As soon as she returned to the dormitory, Senna McMillan asked her where she had been and what happened. There was dinner brought to her on the table.

Indra walked to the table and took a drink of water, and said slowly like a ghost, "Draco and I have made peace."