[HP] The Seven Deadly Sins

Mary and Draco arrived at the hospital wing early the next morning, but it was an unbelievably chaotic place, with Fudge and Professor McGonagall yelling at each other.

Mary and Draco exchanged glances, and stood silently in the corner.

Dumbledore showed Fudge all kinds of proofs of Voldemort's comeback, and Snape even showed his Dark Mark on his own initiative, but this didn't impress Fudge at all. He nervously kept denying what Dumbledore and the others said, and then shook his head. Going back to the ground can be said to have fled in despair.

"Hmph!" Witnessing the farce, Mary sneered and refused to comment.

"Professor Snape, it seems that he is not completely on the side of the Dark Lord?" Draco asked in a low voice.

"Don't jump to conclusions now." Mary also replied in a low voice, "But I agree with you. Whether Snape is on Dumbledore's side or trying to survive in the cracks, it is in our interest."

"You mean, maybe the professor is a double agent?"

"It's possible to only be loyal to one party, but to make the other party think that he is loyal to me. If that's the case, it's really a skill." Mary narrowed her eyes.

Draco wanted to say something more, but Dumbledore also left, and the medical wing fell silent.

"Mary?" Harry came back to his senses, and immediately saw Mary and Draco, "What are you doing standing there?"

"I don't think the two of us should have attracted attention on the occasion just now." Mary said pointedly as she walked to Harry's bedside. "You know, we are Slytherins."

"And, if I heard correctly, just 10 minutes ago, you accused my father in front of Fudge." Draco said dryly.Mary frowned, and Hermione and Ron watched them anxiously.

"Uh, yeah, I'm sorry," said Harry, bewildered. "I should have thought about it first, but..."

"That's not the point." Draco interrupted Harry impatiently, "I don't care what you say in front of Fudge, the old man won't believe it anyway. I mean—" He looked at Wee out of the corner of his eye Mrs. Sly and Bill.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, but this is a question between the five of us, can you—?" Of course, Mary quickly understood what Draco meant. A eviction order was issued.

Mrs. Weasley hesitated, but Bill decisively pulled his mother away: "It's really just their problem, you can't help you here, Mom." "Of course I know, I'm just a little worried .”…

After Mrs. Weasley left, the atmosphere seemed to be more serious, and none of the five people spoke for a while.

"So, Draco, what do you mean?" Finally, Ron was the first to speak.

"What do I mean? I want to know what you mean." Draco said slowly, "You all know now that Malfoy is under the Dark Lord, he was, and he is now. So, what do you think? yes?"

"Oh, you said that." Harry and Hermione seemed visibly relieved, "The three of us discussed this last night."

"Oh, so the conclusion is?" Mary brushed the hair from her ear with interest, Draco could only sigh at her calm performance, he was so nervous that he couldn't even say a word.

"We think, Draco, you're just Draco," said Hermione, "We don't care what happens to the Malfoys, as long as Draco is on our side—"

Terrible answer, Mary groaned inwardly.

"Aha." Draco sighed without emotion, and Hermione immediately stopped uneasily.

"You don't care about Malfoy, as long as Draco is on your side?" Draco repeated, his gray-blue eyes, which had been indifferent since entering the medical wing, finally flashed a sarcasm, "it's okay That is, you simply ignore the fact that Draco himself is a Malfoy?"

"..." The Gryffindor trio looked at each other, speechless.

"There is no doubt that Gryffindor will definitely stand by Dumbledore's side, not to mention Harry Potter, you are—" he paused, "—the savior of the wizarding world?"

"So, there is almost no suspense, the Death Eaters and you will meet sooner or later." Draco retracted the mocking look in his eyes, and continued dryly as if reading a speech he had prepared long ago, " What will we do then? You expect me to give up my parents and choose you?"

"..."

"You know that's impossible, don't you? I admit that we may have been friends for a while before we thought we were, but since last night!" He raised his voice suddenly, "I think I must admit that I made a mistake. Made an extremely stupid mistake!"

He looked at Hermione, her eyes were already filled with tears, her lips were trembling, Mary thought Hermione should already know what was going to happen next.

"I foolishly thought that Gryffindors and Slytherins could be friends, or even lovers," he said softly, "but that has now been proven impossible."

There was a dead silence, and Hermione's tears fell.

"That's it, I have nothing more to tell you." Draco shrugged and turned to leave.

"Draco!" Hermione ran over to pull him.

"I wish you could call me Malfoy or Mr. Malfoy." Draco opened Hermione's hand, "Is there anything else you can do, Granger? Of course, I don't think there will be anything between us. "

"I..." Hermione's tears welled up so hard that she couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Draco looked out the window impatiently: "If something really happens, can you hurry up? I'm very busy and I don't have time to watch you wipe your tears."

"..."

Draco sighed. "You see, Granger," he said, "from the end of the second year to the end just now, our relationship lasted about two years, which is not very long."

"It's not too short." Hermione choked up, staring at Draco. "You just gave up?"

"What else would you have me do, Granger? Give up everything and just be with you? Like in those silly novels?" Draco asked mockingly.

"I thought we separated only because of our different positions on Voldemort." Draco still trembled uncomfortably when he heard the word "Voldemort", "We were forced, weren't we?"

"Do you think I still love you, but I just have to separate? Well, yes, after all, I confessed to you at the beginning." Draco stared down at his toes, and replied casually, "I was young at the time. I had some good feelings, and then I confessed to you without thinking about anything."

"..." Hermione's face turned pale.

"You know what I mean, Granger? After all, your brain works just fine in Gryffindor," Draco said. "Our relationship was wrong from the start."

"..."

"It's impossible for the two of us, not to mention the hostile relationship between Gryffindor and Slytherin, my future wife will undoubtedly be at least a pure-blood lady no matter which house she comes from. And you , Granger—" He raised his eyebrows, "Do you still need me to tell you about your background?"

"Malfoy!" Harry and Ron growled threateningly.

"I don't mean anything else, Weasley. If you are good enough, you can be Muggle-born. Such a person can be your target, or even your partner. But, lifelong partner?" He sneered, "comeon, Give me a break."

"..." Hermione bit her lower lip and lowered her head.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go first." Draco shrugged nonchalantly, unaware of what an asshole he was, "Hopefully we'll succeed in remaining strangers before we have to confront each other, Potter , Weasley, and of course you, Granger, stalking is not a virtue." With these words, he left without looking back, and the medical wing fell into an eerie silence again.

"I'm going back first, I—" After a while, Hermione opened her mouth, but she choked up before she finished speaking. She lowered her head and ran away quickly.

Still in the shock of Draco's sudden separation from them, Harry and Ron didn't speak.Mary looked thoughtfully at Hermione's leaving back, then turned to look at Harry: "So, it's our turn, Harry, about the issue between Gryffindor and Slytherin— "

"It's enough of you all!" Ron roared, and Mary looked at him in surprise.

"I'll go and see Hermione, you two talk about your problems." Ron said angrily, and left.

Mary watched him go, then turned to Harry, and was about to say—

"I don't agree!" said Harry, unusually crisp, blocking Mary's words.

"..." Mary stared at him.

"It's useless for you to look at me that way." Harry turned his head away, "Hermione and Draco have been dating for two years, and you've only been my girlfriend for half a year!"

"So we broke up after a year and a half?"

"Don't even think about it."

"You—" Mary almost laughed at Harry's rascal, "Did I say that I want to break up?"

Harry turned his head back: "Aren't you? Again, like Draco, you're going to say a lot about our college's hostility, different positions, and balabala, and then come to the conclusion that we can't be together for no reason."

"First, I don't have a family that is as loyal to Voldemort as Malfoy is; second, no one will force me to marry a pure-blood nobleman; third, three of my four friends are Gryffindors, and I Why did I break up with you?"

"Aren't you not breaking up with me because you love me?"

"..." Mary choked, "Harry, have your skin thickened?"

"Yes?" Harry grinned.

Mary rolled her eyes: "Yeah, yeah, I love you so much!" Then she jumped on the bed to twist Harry's ears.

"Harry, your potion—oh!" Madam Pomfrey came over from the next door, and immediately stepped back, covering her eyes, "I'm sorry, Harry, I can understand the normal physiological needs of boys in the morning, but I really I think your body is not suitable now...don't forget to drink the medicine after you're done, don't worry, I won't tell your dean." She also thoughtfully closed the curtain between the two rooms.

"..." Mary and Harry stared wide-eyed at the curtain as it slowly fell in slow motion, and the corner of the curtain rolled up provocatively.

“………………………………………………………………………”

"So, do you want to continue, Harry Potter with normal boys' physical needs?" Mary asked with a half-smile.

Harry swallowed, his voice hoarse: "If you don't mind."

"Of course I—" Mary licked her lips, moved closer, and—

Screwed Harry's ear hard!

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

"What? This won't work?! Harry, you are too useless!"

"..." Madam Pomfrey shook her head and sighed a few words when she heard the "intense" battle on the other side of the curtain.

After helping someone who had a normal physical need—a beating—to solve the problem, Mary walked out of the medical wing, and in an instant, all the uncontrollable smile and deliberately feigned anger faded from her face , just a blank.

Back in the Slytherin lounge, Mary headed straight for the boys' dormitory.

"Draco."

Draco was lying on his bed, his eyes were blank, he didn't say a word, and he looked lifeless.

"How are you and Harry?" he asked.

"It's okay." Mary replied in a low voice, "I haven't proposed breaking up with him yet."

"What?" Draco rolled over and sat up, "You're not—but—"

"You broke up with Hermione because you were worried that Voldemort would find out that you didn't fully support his pure blood theory, and you were also afraid that Voldemort would threaten you with her, but Harry is different. No matter what relationship I have with him, Voldemort will never let go his."

"..."

"But you really surprised me. The breakup with Hermione was so clean, Draco. I thought you didn't intend to break up, but just take your relationship underground? Like that."

"Come on, I don't dare to take such a risk. As for simply, procrastination will not bring us any benefit, but will only give her false hope." Draco replied in a muffled voice, and fell down on the bed again.

"Then maybe you should act a bit more of an asshole, as if you're a complete heartbreaker, and you can find a girl to pretend to be your new love if necessary." Mary said half-jokingly.

"That's too fake. Hermione is not stupid. This kind of reason of 'I don't have no feelings for you, but reality doesn't allow us to be together' is more convincing."

"That's why it's even more hated," Mary added.

"It doesn't matter, she can hate it if she wants to." Draco turned over and buried his face in the quilt.

"This is war, Draco." Mary whispered, "I'm glad your awareness is not too low."

"I thought of another benefit of breaking up with her - if I die, she can quickly find someone to marry."

Mary was silent and didn't answer, and eventually there were only whimpers and sobs left in the room.

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