Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

"Well... go back." Indra nodded, reluctantly straightened up and stood up, then touched Draco's lips like a dragonfly, and he immediately pressed forward to pursue her kiss.

The two walked hand in hand to the passage leading to the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley. Draco had never been here before. He watched Indra knock on a bare wall with her wand. Those well-built walls The brick twisted, revealing a narrow space.

Draco planned to send Indra to his room and use the fireplace there to get home.

The Leaky Cauldron is also decorated with some Christmas lights, but not many, at least not enough to cover up its simplicity. There are only a few large tables scattered here and there, and a fireplace with a fire burning.

Draco's expression became uncomfortable, and he frowned and said, "You live here?"

He was already thinking about how to sneak Indra home.

Indra led him up a smooth solid wood staircase and said with a smile, "It's not like this up there."

The corridors upstairs are covered with thin carpets and are very clean and tidy. Each door has a brass number plate nailed on it, although in the eyes of Master Malfoy, it is still too simple to stand down.

Indra opened the door of Room 5 and let Draco in. It was a nice single room with a soft and warm bed, several pieces of shiny and smooth oak furniture, a small wooden round window, and a burning stove in the fireplace. with golden flames.

Because it was Christmas, the walls were decorated with some snowflakes and ribbons.

The small box Indra brought was placed next to the bed. It contained pajamas, pillow covers, toiletries, food, petrochemical potions, convulsions potions, common antidotes, as well as a book and pen.

All in all, they are a must-have item for travel.

Draco walked around the room, then sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling a little shy.

They went back down to the first floor and came to an empty fireplace.

"Go back quickly." Indra grabbed his shoulder and urged. It was almost 9 o'clock. It would be bad if he was questioned by his parents.

"Well, please be safe alone." Draco looked at her with concern.

"Okay, Merry Christmas." Indra said with a gentle smile.

"Merry Christmas."

"Malfoy Manor." Draco's figure disappeared into the green flames of the fireplace.

Indra stood there biting her lip for a few seconds, and then returned to her room, feeling that Christmas was boring for a moment.

After she washed up and put on her pajamas, she saw in the mirror the small emerald necklace around her neck. It fell into the small recess between her two collarbones. It was not a pendant, but a silver chain embedded at both ends, with rounded corners. .

Indra felt a little more excited. She put the pillow towel on the pillow, then blew out the candle and got into bed to sleep. Only the remaining fire of the fireplace reflected the dim warm light in the room.

Draco walked out of the huge and gorgeous fireplace in the living room of his home, holding a pile of things that he and Indra had chosen together. He was not buying Christmas gifts for anyone.

As soon as he walked up the cold marble stairs, an elegant woman with blond hair appeared on top. She was wearing silk pajamas of the last century style and a thick fox fur. She was very beautiful and delicate.

"Xiaolong, you came back so late."

Draco immediately raised his head and smiled, "Ah, Mom...yes, I've been shopping for a long time. Diagon Alley during Christmas is quite interesting."

He wasn't lying, was he?

Draco said good night to his mother, then walked to his bedroom in a zigzag manner, piled the gifts on the floor, untied his cloak and threw it aside to wash up.

This is a gorgeous and mysterious room, with the complicated and elegant style of the last century. The curtains on the four-poster bed are layered and hooked with gold hooks. The bed is piled with soft silk bedding, and the wall cloth has exquisite embroidery.

There is a chandelier in the shape of a crystal ball hanging from the ceiling of the room, the floor-to-ceiling coat rack looks like a twisting and entangled snake, the wings of a fire dragon hang by the window, there is a bucket of quills on the heavy desk, and a model of a flying broomstick...

Draco couldn't sleep on the soft and comfortable bed because Indra lived alone in the Leaky Cauldron.

He worries about her and misses her.

Draco rolled back and forth with his eyes closed, then suddenly sat up, a look of determination on his face.

He got out of bed, quietly left the room and slipped into the cellar downstairs. By this time, his parents must have fallen asleep.

In Room 5 of the Leaky Cauldron, Indra didn't sleep very peacefully. Just when she was about to fall asleep, a loud noise suddenly sounded in the quiet room.

Indra woke up with a start, opened her eyes in a haze and saw the outline of a black figure in the dark room. Before she was awake, her brain subconsciously controlled her body to sit up, and was about to touch the petrification potion in a thin glass bottle. , and heard a familiar voice.

"Well…"

When Draco reached his destination, he stumbled and regained his balance. It felt like he was spinning a hundred times on a broomstick. He looked up at the girl who was startled by the sudden appearance of the person on the bed, and whispered quickly, "Indra, it's me..."

Beside his legs stood a short little thing, a house elf covered in rags.

Indra looked at his dimly lit gray-blue eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. Her eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, but she was still a little confused. She rubbed her head that was forced to wake up and said worriedly, "You let... let it take you." coming!"

Draco was wearing gray-blue silk pajamas and had already walked to Indra's bedside, "Yeah."

He turned to the house elf and ordered, "Gulu, go back to my room. If you have any questions, come to me as soon as possible."

The house elf named Gollum didn't dare to look around. He lowered his head deeply, answered "Yes, Master" in a soft voice, and then disappeared with a bang.

"Why are you back?" Indra was worried and happy.

Draco whispered, "It's so cold."

Indra had to make room for him to get on the bed first. Draco gently lifted the quilt and lay down on the warm little bed. Indra immediately moved the pillow under his head.

Two people lie down together, pillows on the same pillow, facing each other and sleeping under the same quilt, and their limbs are inevitably close to each other.

"I'm not worried about you living here alone." Draco looked into Indra's eyes and said, his voice was very normal, but it made her heart feel infinitely full and sore.

Indra pursed her lips slightly and whispered, "I'm worried that it's not safe to use the elf to apparate..."

She took his hand.

"No, now you know it's safe."

They hugged each other awkwardly and shyly. Draco put his arms under Indra's neck and hugged Indra who was leaning against him.

The feeling of warmth and happiness penetrates from the skin to the heart and bones.

In his arms, Indra felt that she had never been so sleepy. She could hardly keep her eyes open. The familiar smell of Draco seemed to be a dreamless sleeping potion.

But she insisted on talking to Draco, "Go back and tell your parents what they said about you."

Draco put his palm against her thin and soft back and said warmly, "No, my mother would never talk about me."

Indra closed her eyes and curled up her mouth, "How did you think of asking the elf to bring you here..."