Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Although Indra asked 'you', her body leaned against Draco's shoulder.

Professor Snape sat at the guest of honor seat, still wearing the same black robe that covered his neck to his feet.

I don't know whether it was because of Professor Dumbledore's compulsion or Professor McGonagall's tireless reminders, but he reluctantly pinned a green and red flower branch ring on his chest.

"Mrs. Pince?" Senna asked, because next to Professor Snape stood Mrs. Pince. She was very beautiful today, wearing a black curved hat.

Draco put his arm on the back of Indra's chair, "I can't imagine it."

The table was set with spotlessly clean and shiny plates and glasses, and a menu.

Just say what food you want and it will appear on your plate in no time.

Indra didn't eat much because she had to dance later. Senna's dance partner had always been sitting at the Slytherin table and was no stranger to everyone. Chucks' dance partner was not averse to blending in with everyone, so the meal was very enjoyable.

After everyone chatted and enjoyed an exquisite and sumptuous dinner, Professor Dumbledore stood up and announced that the ball was about to begin.

Everyone stood up, and the place suddenly changed. Tables flew towards the wall and were piled up. A high stage appeared in the middle of the snow-clear dance floor in the auditorium.

A strange band with different styles came on the stage and started playing music.

The elegant and slow music played with gentle sadness, and the four warriors and their respective dance partners took the lead on the dance floor to kick off the dance.

After the lights that were only lit for the warriors grew larger and illuminated the entire gorgeous and dreamy ice and snow auditorium, Draco took Indra's hand and led her onto the dance floor.

More and more people joined in, and the dance floor became lively and cheerful. Even Professor Moody, who had a wooden leg, invited Professor Sinistra to dance.

Draco held Indra's waist and changed the dance steps. His gray-blue eyes looked at her tenderly and intently. Gradually, he just danced instinctively because all his attention was devoted to Indra. As he walked through the dancing crowd, he could not touch a hem of clothes.

Indra spun in Draco's arms, moving away, then back into his arms again, moving just a little closer to kiss his cheek.

At a specific point in the music, Indra put her hands around Draco's neck. He held her waist and lifted her up lightly, spun her around, then landed on the ground, holding her waist to make her feel elegant and hazy. The hem of her silver-gray skirt is flying.

The snowflakes brought by magic fell from the high ice crystal dome, and everything around them blurred and faded in their spinning dance.

Only the other person's eyes and face are so clear.

It seemed like they were the only ones left in the entire auditorium and on the entire dance floor, dancing to the slow and melodious music.

"Indra, let's run away." Draco murmured, looking at her.

"Where to escape?" Indra asked softly as if fascinated, she saw her own reflection in Draco's clear gray-blue eyes.

"A place only we know."

At the guest seat, Dumbledore had returned from dancing with Ms. Maxim. He and Snape stood side by side, looking at the pair of boys who would kiss each other at any time with a kind smile on their faces. girl.

"It looks like our little Mr. Malfoy is in love."

"This is not a good thing for them." Snape said coldly, his deep black eyes staring at the dance floor without taking a step down.

“A small change can affect the overall situation.”

Dumbledore said gently, suddenly looking at Snape, "I think I should go on to dance. You don't mind if I invite McGonagall, Severus? If you..."

Snape seemed annoyed and interrupted him coldly, "Whatever."

After the song ended, the music on the dance floor began to change again, becoming warm and lingering. This is a song suitable for intimate dancing.

Two people walked through the crowd and left the dance floor.

Indra held her skirt in one hand, and Draco held her other hand tightly. She followed him through the two pointed doors of the auditorium and turned around the entrance hall.

They held hands and ran under the moonlight and stars, around the fairy fountain, through the rose garden, and passed the pumpkin carriage...

Finally, we came to the vaulted corridor hung with ice edges outside the castle. Outside the corridor was the black lake filled with moonlight, and the Durmstrang ship on the other bank, frozen together with the black lake.

Draco pushed Indra against the pillar and quickly loosened his tie before lowering his head to kiss her. The two lips were pressed together tightly, the teeth collided softly and recklessly, and the soft tongue tips tentatively entangled each other, making a wet sound that was not heavy.

Indra tightly hooked his neck and grabbed his shoulders, responding to his passionate kiss, feeling a sense of suffocation without strength.

"dra...co..."

Draco's arms tightly wrapped around Indra's waist, and he kept pressing her into his arms, as if he wanted to melt her into his body, and even wanted to tear off her skirt.

The two separated briefly because they were about to suffocate, panting rapidly. Indra saw the blush on his pale face under his light blond hair, and there was a lot of her lipstick on his lips and around them.

So she held his face and moved closer, leaving blurred lip prints on Draco's pale chin and neck, and rubbing her lips into bright red marks on his snow-white shirt and collar.

"indora..."

Draco murmured the name he had repeated thousands of times, held Indra's chin and lifted it up, just as he was about to kiss her.

Suddenly, vibrant new green branches hung down along the pillars above their heads, dotted with small white flowers, growing and spreading between Draco and Indra.

It's mistletoe.

Those who stand under the mistletoe must kiss each other.

All the makeup on Indra's lips was gone, and she had a messy and glamorous look against her fair skin. Her lips were as delicate and red as rose petals.

She smiled at Draco, her eyes still glistening with water from the passionate kiss, "But we were already kissing."

"Not enough." Draco laughed and held Indra's waist, not bothering to care about the extra mistletoe. Just as he was about to get closer, a slender green branch hung down and entangled their left hands.

The mistletoe held Draco and Indra's left hands together with a gentle force, and then grew branches with petals and wrapped them around their ring fingers.

After they kissed each other again, Mistletoe retreated and disappeared.

But Draco and Indra both had green mistletoe rings on their left ring fingers, which then turned into identical silver snake rings.

"You are already married to me... Indra..."

Draco said slowly, holding Indra's hands, his gray-blue eyes were as tender as water, and his slightly hoarse voice was filled with joy.

Indra looked down at the identical rings on their intertwined hands in fascination, and then touched the one on his ring finger.

She wanted to take it off and put it back on him himself, but Draco curled his fingers alertly and grabbed her hand, "What?"

"I just want to put it on you myself!" Indra said helplessly in a funny tone.

Draco's face, which had a lot of lipstick on the corners of his lips and chin, flashed a hint of shyness, and then he stretched out his slender hands again.

Indra took the ring off his hand and slowly put it back on. She looked up and said softly, "Okay."

Draco also took off her ring and put it back on, then lifted her chin and kissed her.