[HP] Give me back my body

Hermione gave Draco a vague explanation and suggested precautions for the menstrual period, and one side blushed more and more.The other side is getting stiffer.

"..." After the conversation, they looked at each other awkwardly, not knowing how to end this stupid meeting.

Hermione opened her mouth, and the blue and brown eyes looked at each other. She closed her eyes, pursed her lips, opened them again, and asked tentatively, "Do you remember? I need to say it again."

"No need." Draco turned his face and refused very fast.

"That's great." Hermione exhaled, so embarrassed that she didn't know how to face Malfoy in the future, "I think I have to... God, Ron, goodbye." After she finished speaking, she hurried ran away.

"What?" Draco watched his light blond hair disappear around the corner, folded his arms and raised his eyebrows, silently praying that anyone who saw Malfoy running like that would have permanent amnesia.

"Hermione?" Ron's voice suddenly appeared behind him, Draco was startled, he turned his face slightly, and saw Ron Weasley's red hair floating above his left shoulder , his stupid face was magnified in front of his eyes, and he could clearly count the freckles on both sides of his nose.

Draco quickly took a step aside, keeping a safe distance from Weasley.

Ron squinted his eyes and looked ahead, then turned his head and asked suspiciously, "Is that Malfoy? Are you talking to Malfoy?"

"How is that possible." Draco pouted, and looked at Ron with disgust, "You're wrong."

Ron scratched the back of his head, frowned and thought for a while, "But I think I did see Malfoy, that's him."

"I said, you saw it wrong." Draco said firmly, "You should borrow Potter's glasses and use them to save your poor eyesight."

Ron glanced at Hermione, who was speaking more and more sharply, and the expression on his face became more puzzled: "What is your name Harry... Potter? You never called him Potter, and your tone sounded like Malfoy, Hermione What’s wrong with you?"

"..." At this moment, the idiot Weasley's intelligence is on the line?Draco thought angrily.

He now uses you and him to refer to Granger's two best friends—his two rivals, he can't call them Harry and Ron affectionately, and calling them Potter and Weasley is already the limit.Who can understand the deep loneliness of "Scarhead Savior" and "Red-haired Stupid Baboon" in his heart when he is in close contact with them every day.

Draco finally managed to say, "I'm in a bad mood today."

It's not a good reason, but it's a reason anyway.

There is no logic in the words and actions of people who are in a bad mood.Ron pursed his lips and said hesitantly, "It's time for us to go to class...Potions class, if we are late, Snape will severely deduct Gryffindor's points."

Draco thought about how fiercely his dean deducted points for Gryffindor every time, and he was a little excited, as if he had the opportunity to contribute to Slytherin's winning the House Cup while in Gryffindor new way.

But it's just thinking about it, he's not mean enough to that extent.

Gryffindor's common room was in the tower, and Snape's classroom was in the basement.

Draco and Ron had almost nothing to talk about, and he couldn't persuade Ron and Harry to have a good chat like Hermione. They could only walk up the stairs quietly.

Draco was still very happy, because the Potions class was taken by Slytherin and Gryffindor together, and Slytherin was his house and his affiliation.

As soon as he entered the classroom, he saw Goyle and Crabbe sitting on the left side of the classroom like a hill, and between them could see the blond hair that belonged to Malfoy.He couldn't wait to sit back there, it was his place.

"Hermione?" Ron grabbed Draco's sleeve, "Do you want to sit at the front?" He found a table at the end of the classroom and had already put his schoolbag on the table.

Potions class was one of the rare classes Hermione didn't want to sit in the front row.To be honest, no Gryffindor student wants to sit in the front row of Snape's class, which means that you may deduct more points for it-under Snape's nose, it is difficult for you to sit in the front row. Take it easy, then mess up the potion in the cauldron, followed by a barrage of sarcastic expletives and deducted rubies.

Draco glanced at Ron, he wasn't afraid of Snape, he moved forward and sat at the right table in the same row as Hermione.

As soon as he sat down, he exchanged glances with Hermione, who was sitting over there, when he heard the stool on his right making a loud noise. Neville Longbottom was sitting at the same table as him.

Hermione was Neville's savior, his talisman for Potions class, and if he didn't sit near Hermione, there would be more Potions accidents.

"Hermione." Neville smiled at Hermione.

Draco twitched his lips in response.

Harry pushed open the classroom door and walked sideways into the classroom. He hesitated to glance at Ron in the back row, and finally came to Hermione's table and sat next to Neville.

Draco looked at the two people around him, and wondered if he had gathered the two most hated students of Professor Snape?This is not good.

"Bang." The classroom door was pushed open again, and Severus Snape strode into the classroom, stepped onto the podium, and turned around with a flick of his robe.

He glanced first at the Slytherins on one side, then carefully scanned the Gryffindors, pausing for a moment at Harry's table in particular.Draco felt Longbottom stiffen and dare not move, while Potter looked up at Snape.

"Very good." Snape's soft voice slowly floated into his ears, "This class is full of people. I don't like some people who think that they are famous and can not come to class at will..."

Everyone knew he was referring to Harry Potter.

And Harry got through this speech by imagining all kinds of bad luck for Snape, staring at Snape, hoping that the ceiling above him would suddenly fall down and smash him flat... otherwise he couldn't help but use The wand pointed at Snape's.

"Who can tell me what are the main ingredients of my palliative?" When he asked this question, Snape's eyes swept over Hermione, as if he had already seen the little Gryffindor witch with the unkempt brown hair Hands raised straight up.

But Granger didn't seem to have the urge to answer this question at all, she just sat upright and listened carefully.

The arm at the other end of the classroom was raised high like a straight poplar tree, wishing to stretch it directly in front of the professor and gain the precious opportunity to answer questions that no one was fighting for.

Snape's expression froze, he looked at the owner of that arm - a head of light blond hair belonging to Malfoy, combed into a decent bun, blue eyes staring at him intently, with an anxious expression on his face, "I will, I will, professor, call me call me!" written all over her face

He felt bad about the whole person, this is Draco Malfoy?

The other students in the classroom stared in surprise at the golden head under the straight arm, then turned to look at the brown-haired Granger with their mouths open—is there something wrong?

Draco lowered his head silently, covering his eyes.

Are you fucking kidding me?

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Draco: Are you fucking kidding me?

Hermione: Quick answering can't cure the disease~ It lives in every corner of my body~

【small theater】

Draco: I've been having a really bad temper lately.

Harry: It's not your fault, Malfoy

Hermione: It's not your fault, little bastard

Ron: It's not your fault, ferret

Author: It's not your fault, little bald

Draco: Go—

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