Hogwarts: Slytherin Kiss

Indra raised her arms and hooked his neck, kissing him.

How could she not be expecting and excited in her heart.

At Easter, the weather got warmer and Indra celebrated her 15th birthday.

Speaking of which, Draco was three months younger than her.

When Indra came downstairs, Draco was sitting next to the corridor in the lounge waiting for her.

When he saw Indra coming down, he stood up with a smile. When she approached, he took out a bouquet of flowers from behind and handed it to her.

Then he bent down and kissed the corner of her mouth.

"Happy birthday, baby."

Draco said, the two words behind "Happy Birthday" in a soft and soft voice.

This is a bunch of white lisianthus tied with green vine branches bearing small red fruits of mistletoe.

A few green rattans are embellished with red, entwined on the gray flower branches, and the snow-white flowers are the main theme, very beautiful.

Indra looked at Draco with sparkling and tender eyes, then placed the soft petals of the yangie on the lips he had just kissed, and said with a smile, "Thank you, it looks good."

"Let's go to Hogsmeade in the afternoon, okay?" Della hugged her and walked to the Great Hall for breakfast.

"Okay."

Master Malfoy felt that the Galleons he had piled up in Gringotts finally had a use.

Whatever Indra wanted, he bought it for her.

Of course, what she wanted most had to be him.

"Wait a minute." After taking two steps, Indra suddenly pulled Draco's arm, "I'll put the flowers back in the room first."

After saying that, she turned around and ran up the stairs. Even though a banishing spell could solve the problem, she didn't bother to go there herself.

"Okay, slow down." Draco stood there, following her with his eyes.

The village of Hogsmeade above the snow line is covered with snow all year round, but today the sky is cloudless and the sun is bright and gentle.

Indra and Draco walked into the Honeydukes candy store first.

Rows of colorful candies fill the shelves on the left, and on the right is a wall of chocolate products.

There are many special-effect candies on the circular display cabinets in the middle.

In some corners there were piles of cockroach skewers, grasshopper skewers and fox skewers.

Indra thought these were real bugs at first, but in fact, the cockroach skewers were cola candies, the grasshopper skewers were mint candies, and the vixen was tooth-sticking maltose.

"This." Indra took some chocolate.

Strawberry liqueur, chocolate crucible, unicorn horn white chocolate...

Draco picked up a few pieces of pink coconut-shaped sorbet and a jar of sizzling honey candy from the shelf and placed them in the basket.

His gray-blue eyes glanced at the bloody lollipop shaped like a tongue, with a slightly chilly expression on his face.

"Pumpkin pie." He put in a few boxes of orange-yellow things with simple and rustic packaging.

Indra pointed to his shoulder, "Rose flower cake and dried mango."

When they came out of the Bee Duke, Indra and Draco had already eaten pink coconut-shaped sorbet.

Both of their mouths were cold and red.

When the ice cream was almost finished, they opened the door and walked into Fengya Wizard Clothing Store.

Wizard clothing of various styles and fabrics are sold here, ranging from elegant and mysterious retro styles to convenient and simple elegant attire.

There are also colorful socks, hats, scarves, gloves, shoes and everything else that a wizard can wear.

Indra picked out a lilac-colored wool skirt and was going to try it on in the dressing room at the back. Draco was standing in front of the door waiting for her.

The dressing room was a small, boxy space, and the walls were warmed by the fireplace at the back, so it didn't feel cold at all.

Indra hung the thick wool coat on a pair of wing-shaped hooks, then took off the black sweater underneath. When he raised his arms, he revealed a dazzling white waist with smooth skin.

Just as she was about to take her arms out of her sleeves, the dressing room door suddenly opened!

Indra took a step back and looked up unprepared, only to see Draco quickly squeeze in and close the door.

"Ritas...Kit is outside..."

After Draco turned his head, he saw a large area of ​​exposed white and moist skin under her black hair. His low voice paused, and his gray-blue eyes looked at her without evading at all.

I've kissed her, touched her, and done the most intimate things. Of course he can watch.

Indra was either wearing it or taking it off, her cheeks turned slightly red, but Draco had no intention of showing off.

"You...who let you in!" Indra said angrily in a low voice.

It's true that they are in love, but she will still be shy like this.

"I'll help you put it on."

The dressing room was not spacious, and Draco even had to lift his hand from his side when he raised it.

Indra fended off his hand gently, her heart beating loudly in her chest covered by piles of sweaters, "No need."

She turned around and put her sweater back on, her elbow even touching Draco's body as she raised her hand.

A pair of hot hands grasped her waist before her sweater came down. Draco's chest pressed against her from behind, his arms wrapped around her, and his head was buried in her neck, breathing.

Murmuring her name under his breath.

"Stop making trouble...see what she is doing first." Indra held her hand on the heated wall of the dressing room.

The palms that were far rougher and warmer than her delicate skin moved up and down the waist and abdomen in the sweater. Indra's cheeks turned red and she hurriedly pressed his hand. She gritted her teeth in embarrassment and nervousness and warned in a low voice, "Draco..."

He grunted on the crook of her neck, unwilling to let go, and placed a warm kiss on her skin. Her shoulders and back, which were far wider than hers, and the wall of the dressing room formed a small space that contained her.

Draco put his lips on Indra's ear, which was covered with golden mandrakes, and then let her go. When she was putting on her coat, he took out the wand from his sleeve and cast a Disillusionment Charm on the two of them.

The door to the locker room opened slightly, but there was no one inside.

After getting dressed, Indra stared at Draco, suddenly held his face and kissed her. Just when he was about to forget what to do and kiss her, Indra let go of him again. Got out from under the arm.

Draco froze on the spot for a moment, then turned his head and looked at her with a helpless smile.

Rita Skeeter was picking out robes outside. Her hands with bright pink nail polish were fiddling with each piece of clothing, and she seemed dissatisfied.

She was wearing a yellow robe today, and her golden curly hair looked like a walking banana.

Rita Skeeter walked around with her crocodile leather bag for a while and left without buying anything.

Indra and Draco immediately followed.

After the two carefully followed Rita Skeeter for a while while avoiding the crowd that couldn't see them, Indra found that she seemed to be going to Devisbans, a shop that sells and repairs magic equipment.

That's where Draco bought his Quidditch telescope.

Rita Skeeter walked into the store, where the boss Bans and a middle-aged man with a big belly and black-rimmed glasses were sitting. He was watching Bans repair a magic camera.

"Has it been repaired? I'm in a hurry to use it!" Rita Skeeter said as soon as she entered the door.

The man wearing black-rimmed glasses shook his head and said in a rough voice, "No, it still takes a long time. You can go find the materials first."

It seemed like this was her partner, the photographer.

Indra and Draco stood close to each other in the corner next to the door, huddled together like two quails, listening.

Rita Skeeter probably never imagined that one day she would be bugged by others.

"I don't see any 'material' here that is worthy of my writing." Rita Skeeter said, admiring her carefully maintained nails.

"That boy, I saw him going to the Hog's Head."

Rita Skeeter's eyes suddenly started to shine. She said "fix the camera and come find me at the Pig's Head Bar" and hurried out.

Indra and Draco continued to follow Rita Skeeter at a short distance.

Thanks to her taste, the colors of those clothes are hard to miss.

"She should be looking for Potter." Draco said.

"Who else could it be? If Rita Skeeter is going to eavesdrop later, we'll find out how she did it."

Although Indra told Hermione that she was not afraid, she could not control her instinctive reaction.

According to Hermione, even Ron's mother believed the rumors in the newspapers.

Even if Rita Skeeter didn't dare write about Malfoy, or even if she wrote about Draco's father Lucius, she wouldn't let it get a chance to be published.

But she still worried often, especially since Hermione's current situation was made terrible by Rita Skeeter's article.

Life has been so wonderful recently that Indra doesn't want to lose it at all, doesn't want to be separated from Draco, and doesn't want him to bear the pressure alone.

After a brief moment of random thinking, Indra and Draco followed Rita Skeeter and turned left and right, arriving at a vacant shop near the Pig's Head Bar.

Rita Skeeter turned her head left and right as if to make sure no one was around, then walked inside.

Indra and Draco followed cautiously again.

Rita Skeeter walked to the corner of the room inside the house and set her bag aside.

Then, she shook her body, and it began to twist and deform, shrinking continuously.

Indra and Draco's eyes widened, and they immediately guessed that she was transforming!

She's an animagus!

Because they had seen Professor McGonagall turn into a tabby cat in class more than once, but the speed was much faster than Litsky.

"She's illegal." Draco whispered, his eyes bright and his voice filled with the excitement of catching Ritaski's ulterior motives.

Animagus information is open to the public and can be searched. It is both a protection and a restriction. When registering with the Ministry of Magic, you must also write down the characteristics of your Animagus animal.

Indra didn't know that there were illegal Animagus until she saw Sirius last semester.

So I also went to the library to check the public information registered by the Ministry of Magic, and found that there were very few people who could master it.

She stared at Ritaski with a smile on her face, and lowered her voice and said to Draco, "Not only is she illegal, but she also uses illegal Animagus to steal information, which is an additional penalty."

There aren't many Animagus in the whole of Britain, and Ritaski definitely didn't register one.

Hermione would be delighted to hear this, as Ritaski's article had resulted in a daily barrage of insulting letters, and the Boba tuber pus contained in them had corroded her hands.

By this time, Litsky was getting smaller and smaller, looking like he was about to turn into a fat beetle.

No wonder she has no trouble eavesdropping on other people's private conversations.

Indra took out a jar of sizzling honey candy from the basket Draco was carrying, then unscrewed the lid and poured the candy out, leaving the jar empty.

She whispered in Draco's ear, "Let's petrify her with everything at the same time, and then capture her right away."

"Okay." Draco took the sugar bowl from her hand and tightened his grip on the wand.

At the moment when Rita Skeeter turned into a little beetle, two sudden sounds almost scared her out of her mind.

"All petrified!"

"All petrified!"

The light emitted by the spell quickly hit the large beetle that was still in a hovering state due to its recent transformation.

Its rapidly flapping wings stopped moving after being cursed, and it suddenly fell lightly to the ground.

Draco immediately ran forward, reached it in a few long steps, and then bent down to cover the beetle with the mouth of the glass jar facing down.

It made a clean crisp sound when it collided with the ground.

All petrification only has a short effect on Animagus, so we can't let her run away.

"Did you catch it?" Indra hurried forward with a wand and asked.

Draco turned to smile at her, "Of course."

The beetle that Rita Skeeter turned into was already running rampant in the glass jar on the ground, whether in panic or anger, making a tinkling sound.

The two of them carefully covered the glass jar without paying any attention.

Indra watched Draco tighten the lid, and suddenly thought of something, "Will she be suffocated to death later?"

Draco's hand paused, "Then let's breathe again later."

Indra put the glass jar on the table and looked down at the beetle, which seemed to be tired. It kept making a buzzing sound, as if it was yelling at them.

Indra thought of Rita Skeeter's tone and expression when she spoke, as well as the harsh and vicious false content in the article, and frowned in disgust.

Still so arrogant when death is imminent...

"So that's how you overheard Hermione and Krum's conversation?" Indra asked.

The beetle flapped its wings and seemed to wave its arms wildly, threatening Indra to let her out quickly.

Draco took the crocodile leather bag from the table next to him, opened it without ceremony and pulled out a stack of parchment paper.

If Rita Skeeter guiltily knew what Draco was looking for, she would probably be horrified and angry, and if she didn't, she would be very confused now.

But even if Rita Skeeter has no interest in their secrets, Indra will not stand idly by and be merciful in order to eliminate hidden dangers or help Hermione solve this problem.

"What did you write?"

Indra turned her head and looked at it, then took a few pieces of parchment from Draco's hand that were filled with shorthand quills, and lowered her head to scan them.

“…distraught, turbulent, and extremely dangerous…claimed in class that the scar left by the mysterious man was in severe pain…”

Draco read out the first draft of the report drawn up by Rita Skeeter in a long voice, and said lazily, "You came at the wrong time. If it had been two years ago, maybe I would have had the time and interest to cooperate with you." of……"

Indra looked at him angrily, Merlin's beard, silly Draco.

Draco's eyes came into contact with Indra's contemptuous gaze, and the corners of his mouth curled down.