Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

However, he also noticed that this pair of boys and girls had an obviously overly intimate and affectionate atmosphere. Mr. MacMillan tilted his head back and looked over, feeling as surprised as the British national team entering the finals.

Who is that? !

The child of the Malfoy family, he and his parents seemed to be carved out of the same mold, inheriting the white-rooted blond hair, pale cheeks and gloomy temperament.

The face was not visible, but Mr. MacMillan guessed that he also had cold gray-blue eyes.

But Indra is a Muggle-born wizard.

The Malfoy family is not as unbiased about blood as their family.

The Veela's performance was over, and the venue erupted with excitement and dissatisfaction.

Next is the performance of the Bulgarian team’s mascot.

Chucks was rushed to the seat next to him by Draco in a daze, and he finally sat down next to Indra.

Indra poured Draco a new cup of tea, "Who is in Box 1?"

"Some ministers and people from the Ministry of Magic. When I was holding your green rose, the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria was in front of me." Draco picked up the tea cup and looked at her with a half-smile while squinting his eyes.

He dispensed with seeing the Gryffindor trio.

Green roses are Ireland's symbol of support. Indra awkwardly looked away at the Irish leprechaun outside, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

"The Bulgarian team came out."

Draco drank tea and stared at the field intently. His attention was drawn to it and he murmured, "Who do you support?"

"Ireland."

"Just because you like green rose badges?"

Draco didn't understand this behavior, but he knew Indra well. She was not enthusiastic about Quidditch, and the only team she knew about was probably Slytherin.

He took a moment to think that he must be the only player she liked.

When a player named Krum appeared, Draco stood up from his chair and almost danced. The surrounding Chucks and Senna were even more exaggerated, screaming and dancing wildly with flags or scarves in their hands.

Indra curled her lips and turned her head away, becoming more determined to support Ireland.

So when Irish player Lynch, who dived down from high altitude with Krum, fell to the ground with a thud, Indra covered her face with genuine emotion and lamented in pain, almost crying.

"Krum was pretending, he didn't see the Golden Snitch at all..." Draco explained to Indra excitedly, but she was not in the mood to listen at all now and looked disheveled.

Draco was happy but dissatisfied, "I never saw you so sad when I was about to lose."

He obviously didn't know that when he fell from the sky, Indra was already in tears of fear, even though he won that time.

"That's different!"

Indra was now worried about the war situation in Ireland, and her nerves were tense, so she was a little irritable and yelled at him.

She was only sad that he would be hurt. There was a difference between loss and sadness.

Draco pursed his lips in shock and annoyance. She actually yelled at me for the Irish team?

At this time, the smell of gunpowder broke out on the field, and even the mascots of both sides began throwing fireballs at each other.

Indra could hardly see the shadow of the Quaffle. Occasionally, she could not help but be distracted to watch the mascots fighting on the field and the anxious Ministry of Magic wizards who failed to persuade them.

"The Irish team is really good...but if they want to beat the Bulgarian team, they need a better seeker." Draco said arrogantly.

Apparently, he's a big fan of Klum.

Indra didn't know why he didn't like him praising Krum. He curled his lips and said very maliciously, "Humph, this is not a one-man game."

On the field, Crum was hit hard by a Bludger from an Irish batter and bled profusely.

Draco rubbed his blond hair anxiously, "Krum is hurt! Why not! Blow! Whistle! That idiot!"

Because the referee was trying to put out his broom that was set on fire by the Veela.

Lynch discovered the Golden Snitch on the field, and Draco also saw the golden light spot like a grain of rice. He immediately looked at the scoreboard, and then looked at the seekers on both sides.

Indra also watched intently and held her breath, feeling that the competition was about to end.

Klum's bloody hand caught the Golden Snitch, and a deafening roar erupted in the venue.

But Draco's delicate facial features wrinkled together in pain, and he raised his hands to cover his face. The Bulgarian team lost, and the score on the scoreboard was 160:170.

Ireland led by 160 points before Krum caught the Snitch, who was only worth 150 points.

Indra exhaled and relaxed her body, leaning back on the chair with a smile on her face. She turned her head and saw Draco who was in despair. She softened her tone and wanted to comfort him, "This is a wonderful game, isn't it?"

Awards began to be given on the field, and a half-human-high trophy studded with gems was brought out.

Draco glanced at her listlessly, looking unhappy.

If there was no one else here now, he would kiss her as punishment for supporting the Irish team.

And damn did Ireland win.

Of course, if Ireland lost, he would still want to kiss her.

The award ceremony came to an end, and Indra shook Draco's arm and motioned for him to stand up.

There was nothing left to see, so they stood up and left the box first.

As soon as they went out, Indra took Draco's hand and ran quickly down the remote corridor covered with purple-red carpet.

I still didn't know how many floors down, and at the deserted corner, Indra turned around and ran into Draco's arms, then grabbed his shoulders, raised her head and blocked his lips, and kissed him actively.

It was a comforting and possessive kiss.

Draco immediately put his arms around her slender waist, lowered his head, responded enthusiastically and quickly took the initiative.

Outside the corridor was the sound of nearly 100,000 spectators in the venue. Footsteps and noisy voices gradually came from above, below, and outside the partition walls.

The game is officially over.

But no one came to disturb them in the dark corridor of unknown floor.

But they didn't dare to stay here for too long. Indra and Draco kept walking down the stairs from the top floor. The purple-red carpeted stairs seemed to have no end. They didn't hold hands until they reached the lower floor and blended into the crowd. Follow and rush towards the exit.

"We will come together again when the next World Cup is held in 1998." Draco said with a smile. At this moment, there was more blood on his pale cheeks and his eyes were shining.

Indra held his arm, with deep dimples appearing around her mouth, and said with a smile, "We will all have graduated by then!"

She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like when they left Hogwarts.

"By the way, the list of items sent by the Hogwarts owl includes formal attire. What is it used for?"

Draco looked at her and smiled slowly, "I think Hogwarts will probably hold a dinner for the Triwizard Tournament, so formal dresses and maybe a ball will be needed."

"Dance?!" Indra said in surprise, pursing his lips and showing a little sadness and embarrassment in his eyes.

"No?" Draco leaned closer and said softly, "I can teach you."