Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

In the spiral corridor leading to the dormitory on the second floor, the eye stone of the snake-shaped wall lamp emits a dim cold light.

Indra and Draco were walking side by side. They should have returned to their respective dormitories to rest as usual, but neither of them moved or spoke for a moment, and their two pairs of light-colored eyes shimmered in the darkness.

Indra thought about saying good night. After all, they couldn't stand here until dawn, right. But Draco suddenly grabbed her arm gently. He looked a little drunk, his gray-blue eyes dim, and he slowly approached her.

Indra lowered her gaze and breathed lightly. Draco's pale red cheeks were closer than ever in the peripheral vision.

She first smelled the sweet smell of wine, and then a soft and warm touch fell on her cheek near the corner of her mouth. The area burned red and hot at an unimaginable speed, making her eyelashes tremble.

In addition, there was the coldness of the tip of her nose and the warmth of her skin. The tips of her pale golden hair swept across her forehead, and the hand on her arm suddenly tightened its grip.

Draco kissed Indra's cheek nervously, a light red oozed from the pale neck under the short blond hair.

Her cheeks felt cold.

His lips moved slowly against the skin of Indra's cheek. Indra tilted her head slightly and shrank back, feeling her whole body heat up. Draco's face appeared in her sight, and he kissed her. lips.

Indra's eyelashes trembled even more fiercely, almost closing them involuntarily, and her cheeks were extremely hot.

"Did you only drink pumpkin juice..."

The lips were separated by a small gap, and Draco's rustling voice seemed to have returned to the period when his voice changed. He just touched Indra's lips, which were unimaginably soft, and then asked her quietly and for no reason.

Indra's cheeks were red and hot, and it was difficult to concentrate on her thoughts. She squeezed out a small hum from her throat, and then took two steps back in panic, but she didn't go very far because Draco was still holding her arm. .

Just keep the two people's heads at a distance that won't cause heat damage.

"Indra...can...you..." Draco lowered his head and looked at her, "I like you, be my girlfriend."

The young man was still wearing a freshly cleaned green jersey, but had taken off all the hard protective gear. His tone was panicked and nervous at first, and then he spoke seriously and frankly, even a little nervously tough.

"Um...Okay." Indra turned away her red and hot cheeks and answered him very briefly and considerately.

Both of them looked like they had been in the divination class all day, and their cheeks were red and dizzy.

Draco's eyes and face showed joy for a moment. He hugged Indra and held her in his arms a little hard.

I want to continue the hug that Madam Pomfrey interrupted during the day in the school infirmary.

No one cared whether someone would pass by now. The two living hearts were beating, and they could only feel each other's presence and body temperature.

The world became extremely quiet and gentle.

After a while, they slowly let go of the hug.

Indra held Draco's hand, pursed her lips and smiled and whispered, "Good night then, Draco...see you tomorrow."

Draco's gray-blue eyes were bright, and his face under the dazzling blond hair was filled with joy. He squeezed Indra's hand and reluctantly said, "Okay...see you tomorrow, Indra, good night."

As soon as Indra walked into the spiral staircase leading to the girls' dormitory, she covered her hot cheeks with both hands. She bit her lips from time to time and walked to the door of her dormitory like a ghost, lingering and waiting for the temperature on her face to cool down. Go in.

The warming charm was no longer working, she now needed a cooling charm.

Draco no longer had such worries, and with a dazzling look on his eyes and brows, he swaggered back to the dormitory. Theodore was getting ready to sleep. He looked at Draco who walked in and said slowly, "You won't be so happy if you win Quidditch."

Draco took off his green football robe and hung it on the floor-standing coat rack. He paused and said unabashedly, "Indra is already my girlfriend."

Theodore's eyes, which had always been cold and lifeless, widened, "Your father will kill you, no, he may commit suicide..."

Theodore has known Draco Malfoy since he was a child and occasionally went to Malfoy Manor. Their fathers also knew each other and were even close friends.

Draco glared at him, "Your father would commit suicide. You won't tell anyone, right?"

Theodore thought, he didn't care if his father would commit suicide, he just thought Malfoy was crazy. Did he remember how he cursed Muggles and Mudbloods when he was a child and even before?

He nodded indifferently, "I wish you good luck," and then added, "Sooner or later, your parents will know."

Draco put down a bed tent and changed into his pajamas at the back. Then he waved the curtain aside, lifted the quilt, and lay down on the bed. Two eyes with long eyelashes looked at the silver-green brocade pattern on the top of the tent, and said slowly, "I don't know now. That’s fine, my father can’t kick me out of the house, he doesn’t want my mother to have another child.”

They would like Indra, Draco thought, she is so kind, smart and gentle.

Like a rose with thorns and a bright moon.

Indra was lying on the bed, and whether her eyes were open or closed, her mind was filled with Draco's face, his voice, his smell, and his temperature, which disturbed her so seriously that she couldn't sleep.

It became a sweet and anxious burden.

She fell asleep in a daze until late at night and had many messy dreams, but she couldn't remember them soon after she woke up.

When she and Senna went downstairs at dawn, they saw Draco waiting there in the common room. His face returned to a pale color, and he didn't seem to have slept well, but his eyes were bright.

When the two looked at each other, a shy and awkward atmosphere flowed silently between the young lovers who had just established their relationship.

Although he didn't speak, his attention was involuntarily focused on the other person.

Over breakfast in the Great Hall, Draco asked Indra, "Milk? Or grape juice."

There are two kinds of drinks in silver pots and glass pots placed on the long table at Hogwarts every day.

The milk in the silver jug ​​is always the same, and sometimes it's pumpkin juice, sometimes it's corn juice, sometimes it's freshly squeezed juice in the glass jug.

Apparently, today's is milk and purple grape juice.

Indra's eyes kept falling on him, with a shy smile of concentration and innocence on her lips and eyes.

"milk."

A young and immature girl thinks that no one will know if she doesn't express love with her mouth, but her eyes cannot deceive others.

Chucks was still combing and smoothing his hair, which he had slept in like a chicken coop. He caught a glimpse of them from the corner of his eye, turned to Senna and said, "Are they okay?"

Senna narrowed her eyes and looked back, saying something in her words, "Maybe no one is better than them today..."

She thought Indra was weird last night.