[HP] Give me back my body

The Slytherin lounge is in the basement of Hogwarts, which is said to be built at the bottom of the Black Lake.

Harry and Ron had sneaked in with Polyjuice Potion in their second year and came back to say that the Slytherin lounge was as cold as a snake.

Perhaps they were sweating from the tug on Goyle and Crabbe's baggy wizard robes.

The Slytherin lounge was much warmer than they said, with a large and exquisitely carved fireplace in the middle, burning flames regardless of the season and morning and evening; but because it was at the bottom of the lake, there was always a dampness in the air; the ceiling and walls They are all made of black marble, and there is no sunlight shining in like Gryffindor's lounge, making the whole room very gloomy; the green lights hanging from the ceiling have a dark feeling.

As soon as Hermione entered the lounge, she became nervous reflexively. She didn't like the whole Slytherin.

She saw Goyle and Crabbe at a glance. They were so big, sitting on the sofa like two balls of chocolate ice cream stuffed into a small box, which seemed to keep flowing out of the outer box.The two of them were devouring the cake in their hands, which was expected by Hermione - apart from giggling behind Malfoy, they were eating greedily.

Pansy sat across from them, with her back to Hermione.

Gore took time out of his busy schedule to glance forward, and saw Draco with a pale face standing not far away. He tried hard to swallow the cake in his mouth, and smiled at Draco ingratiatingly.

Pansy turned her head suddenly, her eyes lit up, she smiled sweetly at Draco, stood up and walked this way.

"No no no, keep her away from me." Hermione muttered in a low voice towards the side where it looked like there was air, but she knew that Malfoy was standing there wearing the Invisibility Cloak, "My God, I think I'm going to throw up."

"Oh, Draco." Pansy's voice was so sweet that it almost stuck in Hermione's ears, and she felt her stomach wriggling violently, "Where did you go? I haven't found you yet."

Hermione took a step back. She felt that Pansy was trying to stick to her body all the time, and she also smelled a scent of perfume-she never used perfume, so she felt that the smell was just torturing her nose.

"Draco?" Pansy blinked at Hermione, "Why didn't you answer me?"

Hermione felt her calf being kicked hard, she immediately prevaricated: "Oh, I went out for a walk... I'm a little tired." Hermione touched her forehead, "I think I'm going back to the dormitory take a break."

Pansy looked at Draco distressedly, and even wanted to touch his forehead: "It's so pitiful, I don't think you have much energy today... You look, um, a little sloppy." Her gaze quickly passed De Laco's hair and collar, "Do you need me to accompany you to the school hospital?"

Hermione hurried towards the corridor at the other end of the lounge, and she heard Pansy say to Goyle and Braque worryingly, "Draco's not feeling right today, I hope he's okay."

Slytherin dorms are shared by one person.

As soon as the bedroom door was closed, Draco lifted off the invisibility cloak with a swipe, and said to Hermione angrily, "You look so stupid just now, Malfoy doesn't need to explain! You just need to look at Pansy." And walk away instead of scratching your head like a lice-catching monkey." [Note]

Hermione shrugged indifferently. Seeing Parkinson's poodle approaching her, she restrained herself without pulling out her wand and pointing at her: "At least I managed to have a friendly conversation."

Draco's chest heaved a few times, and finally gave up complaining about Hermione Granger, a mudblood. She didn't even know what pure blood really meant: "It only takes one day for others to think that Draco Malfoy was raped. I'm under the Dementia Curse, and who knows how long this will last."

"So I think we should make an agreement with each other, like three chapters of the agreement. What we need to do and what we can't do to play each other... put away your expressions, I know we don't like this." Hermione said loudly said.

"What if I don't agree?" Draco leaned against a chest of drawers, reached for the trinkets on the chest, looked at them, and then picked up a badge and pinned it to his chest.

Hermione raised her eyebrows and said slowly, "Then I'll probably climb up to the Slytherin table at lunch tomorrow and do some tap dancing, or ballet?"

Draco turned around suddenly, looked at Hermione, and said through gritted teeth, "I can do that too!"

"Of course, we can try who can be more ashamed, to be honest, I don't care, really." Hermione looked at Draco provocatively.

I want to cast a curse on her!Draco growled inwardly.No, that's my body, damn it.

Hermione continued: "Maybe we can go directly to Professor Dumbledore. After all, he has a lot of knowledge. Maybe we can recover with just a wave of his wand."

"I don't trust that old madman," Draco said firmly.

Hermione exhaled to calm herself down, and then suggested, "Or your father? He can be considered a knowledgeable wizard."

Draco felt his heart stop for a moment: "No! I can't my father know that I'm in a dirty mud..." His voice trailed off, swallowing the word Mudblood, "Stupid Gryffindor."

so troublesome.

Hermione frowned in annoyance, she didn't like to be associated with Draco Malfoy, he was a childish, self-important and particularly problematic bastard.

"That can only depend on ourselves, or on Merlin's will." Hermione shrugged.

"Hmph." Draco sniffed back at Hermione's words.

Hermione saw the badge pinned to Draco's chest, and the words "Potter stinks" shone in green light. What she couldn't stand was pinning this badge on her body.

"Malfoy, take that badge off," said Hermione angrily.

Draco looked down at the badge, and twitched his lips: "It took me a long time to make it, and it's very popular."

"Yeah, you can only make such a shabby thing with such a low IQ." Hermione walked over a few steps and tore off the badge, pointing at the surface of the badge with her wand, "What word do you like? Let me see... 'Trash Malfoy' or 'Slytherin scum'? Where else do you want me to talk to your Slytherin friends?"

"How dare you insult Malfoy and Slytherin like that!" Draco clenched his fists.

"Then show some respect to others!" Hermione waved her wand, and the badge in her hand disappeared. "Harry has endured a lot of pain, and people like you who call mom and dad all the time don't understand."

Draco said sarcastically, "Yeah, the great Potter must be very worried about how to deal with his rabid fans, and how to show off next time."

"And the attacks of you villains who are jealous of him," Hermione continued.

"I'm jealous of him?" Draco snorted. "I might as well be jealous of the trolls in the Forbidden Forest. At least they look much stronger."

Both of them stared at each other angrily, as if they were about to swallow each other into their stomachs.

Finally Hermione calmed down. Malfoy and Harry had been rivals since first year, and it was useless to lose their temper now.She took a deep breath: "Okay, Malfoy, we won't discuss Harry." She seemed to be serious, "You want to tell me where your things are, and the password to the cabinet, and then we must Make a deal."

Draco gave Hermione a final glare, turned and walked to the cabinet, saying "Glory forever".The cabinet door opened, revealing neat rows of shirts, capes, pajamas...

Hermione twitched her lips, feeling that Malfoy's wardrobe was more exaggerated than her own.

Draco explained to Hermione in detail which material of shirt to match with which material of cloak, which pattern of tie should be worn at what time, and how pants should be matched with shoes...

Hermione felt that being a girl like her was too rough, and I needed to make a note or something.

"By the way, you're going to order a new set of pajamas for me, in Diagon Alley's Outfitters, with my owl...I can't wear the pajamas you wore." Draco turned back, facing said Hermione.

"I have a new, unworn set in the closet," Hermione replied.

Draco pursed his mouth and said sarcastically, "You think I'll wear a nightgown? Even a new one?"

Hermione nodded: "Oh, well, of course you don't wear a nightgown, I wear it, it's my nightgown anyway."

Draco scanned his body from head to toe, as if he had seen himself funny in a nightgown.

"Order two sets!" he said irritably. "It will be delivered tonight."

The author has something to say: [Note] Well, I see, girls can enter the men’s dormitory, and boys will change the topic if they enter the women’s dormitory by stairs ~ Thank you everyone

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