Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Draco went to the locker room to change his jersey and gear to prepare for training, and Indra sat down on the bench.

Occasionally, she opened the page with white drawing paper in the book, and used a magic quill to draw Draco's figure chasing the golden snitch in the setting sun.

I didn’t read a few pages of the book I originally brought, so I was either dazing or drawing or enjoying the leisurely time at the moment.

The sky in the distance turned into different shades of blue, and the thin rouge clouds gradually dyed into gorgeous black gauze. The sun had already set behind the horizon, leaving only a hazy residual light.

Draco stopped in front of Indra on his broom, held a Golden Snitch in his hand and extended it to her, smiling, "Would you like to experience what it's like to be a Seeker?"

Indra shook his head and said softly and quickly, "No."

"Come on, it's been so long since we've ridden a broomstick together," Draco begged.

Indeed, Indra had not touched a broomstick since the flying lessons were cancelled.

Looking up at him, Indra pursed her lips helplessly and compromised, "Then go and bring me a broom."

"No, I think this broom is very strong." Draco said with a smile, that was what he had in mind.

Indra's eyes widened slightly, but she had no intention of refusing at all.

She stood up, "Then should I sit in the front or in the back..."

Draco let her hold the Golden Snitch, bent down and stretched out his arms to wrap around her waist, and actually picked up Indra with one hand and placed her on the invisible seat of the broomstick in front of him.

The boy's body looks tall and well-proportioned, and his muscles are not very developed. However, the Quidditch game is a violent event involving a lot of physical confrontation, and it requires very high physical fitness of the players.

To ride a broomstick well, in addition to a natural sense of balance and control, you also need good arm strength, waist and abdominal strength, and thigh strength. In addition, you also need to be able to withstand beatings.

Draco's chest pressed against Indra's thin back, and he held her completely in his arms as he leaned forward to grab the broomstick.

It even bent her back.

"Wait a minute, I want to sit in the back." Indra became dissatisfied, "This is not comfortable at all."

It seems that Draco lacks a little experience in taking girls for a ride on a broomstick, but he should understand a lot after today.

In fact, it is not easy to carry people on a broomstick. Except for the players in the academy who often train and compete, most people are not good at riding it themselves, let alone carrying others.

Indra sat behind Draco this time, put her arms around his waist from behind and hugged him firmly, resting her chin on his shoulder and said, "That's all."

Her books were temporarily left on the bench, and the dark green nimbus broom carried Draco and Indra flying high into the sky.

The circular Quidditch pitch beneath his feet quickly shrank, gradually blurring into the dim sky.

In the distance, bright lights shine through the thousands of windows of Hogwarts Castle, which is lined with spiers. Under the cliff, there is a large ship moored on the edge of the black lake. Some hazy light shines through the thick glass. faint.

The Slytherin lounge is invisible, but it stands quietly in the deep lake.

There is a lone light on the other side of the court, which is Hagrid's hut.

The dark area in front is the stretching forbidden forest, and a moon is rising slowly from behind it.

Draco and Indra flew over the stadium, chasing a ray of sunset that was about to dissipate.

The cool wind blew their hair. Draco did not put on hairspray. His short golden hair was blown up by the wind and kept brushing against Indra's forehead and cheeks. She had no choice but to turn her head away.

Indra hugged Draco's waist tightly, her cheek pressed against his warm shoulder, and she squinted her eyes slightly to look at the black lake in the distance, as well as the continuous forests and mountains beyond. It was very comfortable. look.

"How's it going? Isn't it fun?" Draco rode steadily and looked back at Indra. The tip of his straight nose could even touch her smooth forehead.

It would be nice if she looked up and kissed him now.

Master Malfoy's mind wandered.

"Hmm..." Indra responded and raised her head. She stretched out her hand to press the blond hair on one side of Draco's head, resting her chin on his shoulder to look at the scenery in front and below.

They were almost approaching the Forbidden Forest, those woods so dense that they could barely see the light.

Draco did not rush in rashly, but flew along the edge of the Forbidden Forest, "There may be dangerous birds and creatures inside, so we'd better not go in. It was the Winged Demon we met in that place last time, right?" "

Indra hugged Draco's waist. She lowered her eyes to the Forbidden Forest below to see where she was looking. When she recalled it, she subconsciously touched Draco's waist and abdomen for some reason.

"Don't move!" The broom immediately became slightly unstable, and Draco grabbed her hand and said hurriedly.

"I didn't move!" Indra defended without confidence. She didn't mean it.

When she is thinking about something, she likes to roll up the corners of the pages, roll them up and smooth them out again. Just now it was just smooth!

Besides, what’s wrong if you touch it...

Fearing that the two of them would really fall off the broom, Indra cautiously held her own hand and put it around Draco's waist.

The two flew along the Forbidden Forest for a while. Night had completely fallen, and the black velvet-like night sky was covered with stars of different colors.

"Shall we fly directly to the castle lawn? I don't want to walk anymore." Indra lay on his back and whispered in a long voice.

Draco nodded in agreement without any hesitation.

Just when Indra was about to use the summoning spell to get his book over from the bench, Draco suddenly looked at a place in the Forbidden Forest and said, "What's that over there?"

Indra looked in the direction he was looking, but didn't see what he said for a moment.

"what?"

Draco quickly approached the Forbidden Forest on his broomstick while lowering his height.

It's already far away from Hagrid's hut.

After getting closer, Indra finally discovered something unusual in the forest.

Several large black iron cages with each steel bar thicker than an arm were scattered in the forest, containing some rugged mounds of different colors.

If you look closely, you can see that the rough, dry mound has spikes on it, a long tail protruding from the gaps in the iron cage, and a wing-like outline covering both sides of the body.

"What! That's..." Indra was shocked and speechless. She grabbed Draco's clothes at the waist, her beautiful eyes widened and stared straight at the giant creatures that seemed to be sleeping.

She suddenly thought of the Norwegian Ridgeback baby named Norbert that Hagrid was sent away, and her guardian Charmander.

"Fire dragon..." Draco's tone contained disbelief and excitement. There was no one in this world who was not interested in fire dragons.