Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

"We have to subdue it without hurting it." Draco said coldly.

Senna and Chucks had calmly left the chaotic battlefield, but seeing Indra and Draco staying to help, they had no choice but to come back.

Indra still cast spells on the Explosive-Tailed Skrewts, using many obstacles.

This time she aimed elsewhere, the belly beneath that thick shell.

But the snail was spitting fire and scurrying around so fast that it was hard to see the abdomen.

The obstacle hit the edge of its shell hard and bounced somewhere else.

Indra tried again, and this time he finally hit a blast-tailed snail in the belly, making it stop.

Apparently the belly is its weak point.

The ten snails were tied up quickly, although the process was a bit hectic and thrilling.

"When will they return to their original appearance?" Harry was wary of the Explosive-Tailed Skrewts under Indra's transformation spell.

"a while."

Hagrid touched the beard on his chin and said, "If it looks like this, it's not bad."

Ron turned his head and rolled his eyes, then was stepped on by Hermione.

"It's really good..."

A woman's long, laughing voice sounded from behind.

Indra looked back and saw that she was a middle-aged woman wearing a magenta robe and carrying a green crocodile leather handbag in her arm.

Her blond hair was styled into many delicate curls, her lips were bright red, and she wore beaded glasses on the bridge of her nose. She was looking down at them from the top of the frame.

"It's Ritaski, the Daily Prophet reporter who wrote the random report." Indra whispered to Draco quietly.

write without basis? He doesn't think so.

Draco pursed his lips.

Ritaski walked towards them, seeming to be very interested in Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewts, asking what they were called and where Hagrid got them.

Before Hagrid could innocently reveal everything to the shady reporter, Hermione stepped on Harry again.

"Blow-ended skrewts are fun, aren't they...Harry?"

"Ah...um...yes...yes..."

Only then did Ritaski notice that Harry was there, and became enthusiastic, "Harry! You are here too! Um...Care of Magical Creatures...how long have you been teaching them?"

She asked Hagrid while glancing at the students looking around in the small room.

Ritaski's eyes suddenly lit up when she looked towards Indra and Draco, and then she smiled so much that only her black false eyelashes could be seen.

She walked over quickly carrying her handbag, and Indra distanced herself and stood aside.

Ritsky's eyes were glued to Draco, and she didn't know that it was too senseless to step back.

She doesn't want to be the heroine of false and bloody reports.

Ritaski has already written about the love story between a young warrior and a Muggle-born girl who fell in love at first sight. The next article might be about a snake-hearted Muggle-born girl who tries her best to confuse the heir of a pure-blood family...

Indra has a very rich imagination, which can be seen from the fact that she has learned the summoning spell very well. Every object looks lifelike in her mind.

"Mr. Malfoy, how nice to see you here."

Litsky is a typical person who pursues fame and fortune, and both Harry and Malfoy can help her obtain both of these things.

Draco nodded coldly, not at all surprised that the other person knew him.

As long as he bears the name Malfoy, honor and status will always surround him.

"What do you think of this class?"

Draco hesitated. He could feel several pairs of eyes staring at him nervously.

"…good."

Thinking of being tortured by the Blast-Ended Skrewt for so long, Master Malfoy felt a strong sense of discomfort when he said these two words.

Indra smiled quietly from behind.

Litsky seemed a little disappointed when he heard this answer.

The twists and turns of the class ended with the ringing of the bell, and Indra and Draco hurriedly left the place.

As the Christmas ball approaches, the atmosphere in the castle becomes even more heated, and everyone begins to choose their dance partners.

In the crowded corridors and in the classrooms of each class, there seems to be a lot more flirting between you and me.

It didn't matter to Indra, because she could only dance with one person.

But Indra still received countless invitations.

Not only her own school, but boys from other schools would also wait outside the auditorium or on the way to the library to ask her if she wanted to dance with her.

The area outside the foyer leading to the underground corridor of Slytherin had never been visited by so many people from other houses.

Are these people so blind that they cannot see him standing next to Indra?

Draco was very angry, and his face remained cold and gloomy for several days. He was so angry that he drove away many Slytherin girls who tried to invite him as their dance partner.

Pureblood, handsome, with a superior family background, excellent grades, an excellent seeker, and a bit of aristocratic arrogance.

This is simply the dream partner of many Slytherin girls.

After an herbal medicine class, they returned to the castle from the greenhouse, and were chased by a boy with the Ravenclaw crest on his chest.

He blushed and called Indra while the people around him were watching.

"Excuse me, can I ask you to be my partner at the Yule Ball?"

Behind him, his friends from the same college were cheering and whispering.

"Sorry, I already have a dance partner."

Indra smiled politely, then turned her head and glanced at Draco, who was standing next to her.

This was almost a hint as to who her dance partner would be.

Surprisingly, Draco looked calm.

But when she turned into the deserted corridor, Draco suddenly pushed her against the wall, and immediately covered her with a hot and deep kiss, grinding against Indra's lips.

Jealousy and possessiveness seemed to burn his whole body, and this was the only way to find comfort.

"Yes..." Indra couldn't say the last half of the word. She subconsciously pushed his hand but was caught, clamped in front of her and passively pressed on his chest.

There was a wall behind and there was no way to hide. Indra's body pressed against the wall and tried to shrink down, but Draco lowered his head and bent down slightly.

The passionate kiss made Indra unable to resist. At the end of the corridor, there was another wave of footsteps and voices at the corner.

She finally became anxious, almost crying, and pushed Draco hard.

Draco Malfoy just wouldn't let go and had the urge to let everyone see them kissing right now.

He always made her wait, keeping their relationship in the dark, not daring to hold her hand openly, not daring to admit to his parents that this was the person he liked and not some Slytherin classmate, and not being able to stop others. Ask her to dance.

Guilt, jealousy, and anger at himself made Draco miserable.

The group of people at the end of the corridor seemed to have passed in another direction. The footsteps faded away and they did not turn into this corridor.

A cat walked silently along the protruding marble edge of the wall, squatted down, and stared at them with its yellow eyes.