The methodology of how to love each other on different bloodlines [De He]

"I have to say that the bed in the chairman's lounge is better than the bed in the Gryffindor dormitory." Hermione woke up in the morning and sat on the bed in a daze. I can't remember any dreams clearly.

It must have been a good dream, with a bright golden color like the sun, very warm.

Just like ordinary people, Miss Know-it-All wakes up and naps, but she is usually the first to get up so no one notices.When she went out, it was the pride of that Gryffindor again.

"The Slytherin common room never sees the light of day, morning or evening."

Hermione walked down the stairs, startled by Draco's sudden cry.

A slender figure in front of the window was bathed in the sun, and her platinum blonde hair reflected the morning sun, dazzling but not glaring.

"Good morning nutria." Looking back, it was Draco in a bathrobe, as if he had just taken a shower, his hair was wet but not dripping.The unfastened bathrobe exposed a small piece of chest, and the shape of the muscles could be vaguely seen, neither thin nor exaggerated.

"You...why aren't you wearing clothes?" Hermione knew she shouldn't be blushing but couldn't help it.

Draco chuckled, "Isn't a bathrobe considered clothing in Miss Granger's eyes? Maybe I'm being rude."

Hermione ignored Draco, who looked easy to talk, ran upstairs again, sat on the bed and covered her face, "It must be because the morning sun is so good, that's why I think Malfoy is gentle and handsome! "

"Hermione Granger, wake up, that's Malfoy, a Slytherin, he even called you a mudblood, you can't blush because of him!" Hermione said to herself, and she remembered four Draco Malfoy on the night of the grade Christmas ball, this morning's Malfoy is just like the Malfoy behind the mask that night, Hermione felt that maybe this kind of Malfoy was closer to the real him.After all, a normal Malfoy wouldn't say to her, "There's no sunlight in the Slytherin common room."

"Ding, ding, ding." The alarm clock that Hermione set for herself rang. Although she usually couldn't hear the alarm clock that urged her to go to dinner, now this alarm clock can be regarded as useful.Hermione hurriedly jumped off the bed and picked up her bag. Today, the professor will draw up a class schedule for this semester based on their o·w·l·s results, so she can't be late.

There was no other chairman in the common room downstairs, and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't figured out how to face this mild-mannered Malfoy so that she wouldn't be embarrassed by blushing.

"Hermione, how's it going, Malfoy didn't bully you!" Harry asked with concern as soon as Hermione sat next to his friend.

"Malfoy is too nasty to deduct points for me yesterday, Hermione, did you teach him a lesson!" This was Ron with his tie crooked.

Hermione brought a glass of milk, "Please pass me the jam, Ginny." Ginny stretched out her hand and handed her the jam through several people, "Is the chairman's lounge very nice? I heard it's a single room There is also a private bathroom!"

"It's pretty good, the bed is quite big, and the bathroom is pretty good, similar to the prefect's bathroom." Hermione took a sip of milk, "Ginny, it's time for you to go to class."

"Oh, yes, yes!" Ginny suddenly realized, "My God, it's already this time! Hermione, you must tell me about the chairman's lounge after I finish class!" After finishing speaking, Ginny picked up Picking up the bag and running away, the swung bag hit Ron on the head by the way.

"Ginny! Little bastard! I'm your brother, won't you say sorry if you hit me on the head???" Ron covered his head and yelled at the back of Ginny who had gone away.

Hermione was startled by Ron's loud yelling out of the blue, and she almost spilled milk on the table with a trembling hand, "Ron, please, we are already in the sixth grade, it's time to mature, I'll think you are yelling so loud every now and then Still a freshman. Also, tie your tie."

Ron's eyes widened, and he said to Harry, "Merlin's beard, listen to what Hermione said, she only lived with Malfoy for one night, and she speaks like Malfoy? Will I be deducted points like Malfoy in the future!"

Harry snickered, "Okay, okay Ron, Hermione is tired enough dealing with Malfoy where we can't see, you let her have a good meal first, and we both have to think about what we want to do. What class?"

Hermione shot Harry a grateful look.

The auditorium was almost full of people, Hermione finally finished her breakfast, and the sixth grade students sat in their seats to welcome the dean of their own college.

"Miss Granger, can I confirm your future career plan again? Auror? Or St. Munger's medical practitioner?" Professor McGonagall asked while holding the report card.

"Well... Auror, probably." Hermione said the answer she had thought about for a long time.

"Oh yes yes, Auror, I should have thought that Mr. Potter's friends would fight side by side with him." Professor McGonagall smiled at the trio, yes that's right, although the three of them Always rushing to the front line of trouble, but when it comes to fighting against dark forces, perhaps some adults are not as experienced as them. "Then, Miss Granger, considering your grades, in addition to the courses required for Aurors, I suggest you also take these courses. After all, no one can say for sure what will happen in the future."

Hermione took over the schedule that Professor McGonagall customized for her. What she would continue to study were Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbalism, Arithmetic Divination, Ancient Runes and Potions.

"Oh, by the way, Professor Bubbaji told me that I need you to go to her, as if there is something 'dropped' about Muggles to tell you. I have to say, Miss Granger, you are this The best student in Gryffindor this year." Professor McGonagall patted Hermione on the shoulder and walked towards Neville.

"Harry, did you hear, Professor McGonagall also lost his word!" Ron whispered to Harry, and the two laughed together.

Hermione also smiled, waved to the two little friends, packed her bags in a hurry and left the auditorium, after all her Ancient Runes class would start soon.

When Hermione rushed to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with a large stack of books, Harry and Ron had just come out of the warm lounge, "I'm going crazy, the ancient rune has assigned a lot of homework, and I still have to finish reading it." These books! I feel like I'm in third grade again!"

"Oh come on Hermione, there's no Snape teaching us Defense Against the Dark Arts in third year." Ron pouted.

"It's Professor Snape—red-haired, five points deducted from Gryffindor." It was the unique tone of the Malfoy family again.

Ron turned his head and saw Draco, who had folded his arms for a long time, "Malfoy, you! Abuse of power!"

"No, no, I don't," Draco smiled, straightening his slightly crooked tie, "It's disrespectful for you to call Head Slytherin by name, I think, even if Professor McGonagall heard Points will be deducted for you too. Right? Our girl—the president of the student council." Draco tilted his head, looking at Hermione who was holding a pile of books.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Yes, Malfoy, you can indeed deduct points from Ron for disrespecting the teacher, but you better make sure that you Slytherins can also keep your mouths in check."

"Miss Granger, Slytherins learned to address their elders with honorific titles when they first learned to speak, so you don't need to worry about that." Snape walked from behind the crowd, "What are you doing blocking the door?" Shall I invite you in?" Snape snorted coldly, and the students quickly slipped in, especially Harry and Ron.

Hermione and Draco fell behind, Hermione glared at Draco, and whispered, "Malfoy, you made the same mistake yesterday, I didn't have time to deduct points for you, you better pray that you don't let me Grab your handle!"

Draco said, "Granger, do you know what you look like now?"

Hermione was still staring at Draco, but her eyes were full of doubt.

Draco raised one corner of his lips, and leaned closer to Hermione's ear, "A fried-haired nutria whose cub has been bullied. Hahahahaha." After speaking, he dragged Pansy behind him into the classroom.

Hermione held her book luck in place, wishing she could throw a pile of books on the arrogant blond boy's head, "Wait, Malfoy!" heartbeat.

Even Hermione had to admit that when Snape was their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, he did very well, even though Harry got points deducted for talking back to Snape and was sent to detention.

"The person who knows you best, other than your closest relatives and friends, is your enemy." Sitting on the sofa in the chairman's lounge, Hermione wrote this sentence on the parchment in front of her, "Could it be that Professor Dumbledore asked The reason why Professor Snape taught us Defense Against the Dark Arts? Only by understanding how people on the other side view and use black magic can we finally defeat it?" She tilted her head, "Forget it, Dumbledore always has his own He's always right. I'd better hurry up and read, after all, there are so many books to read."

The midday sun shone on people, and even Hermione, who knew that she still had a lot of books to read, couldn't help but feel a little sleepy. She patted her face, trying to wake herself up, but obviously failed. "I'll just take a little sleep so I don't feel sleepy when I go to Potions in the afternoon," Hermione said to herself, then cast a time reminder spell and fell asleep.

"Okay, Pansy, you know that the chairman's lounge is not allowed in. I promise you, can I go to the Slytherin common room to accompany you after class today?" Draco asked at the door of the chairman's lounge. said Pansy, looking at him reluctantly.

"Who knows if that nutria will take advantage of you? You are always reluctant to get dressed in the lounge!" Pansy tightened Draco's tie, wanting to pull it up to Draco's face superior. "You promised me to protect yourself, right?"

Draco reluctantly pulled Pansy's hand off the tie and stroked Pansy's hair. He was always reluctant to be too harsh on the girl he grew up with, even if she almost strangled himself to death, "could it be Do you want me to make an unbreakable oath? Well, go back and rest, you have to take Potions in the afternoon, even if it's not Professor Snape, you can't embarrass Slytherin in front of Professor Slughorn .”

Only then did Pansy reluctantly leave the chairman's lounge. Draco looked at Pansy's back, as if he saw the person who always tearfully held his hand and said "stay a little longer" every time he went to Malfoy Manor before leaving. Little brunette girl.Thinking of the current Malfoy Manor and his father in Azkaban, the warmth that had just appeared in his silver-gray eyes disappeared.Draco covered his left arm, with a look of disgust on his face, and let out a sigh as he lowered his hand as if he had been burned.

He opened the door of the lounge, and saw Hermione who was on the sofa in the lounge, even though she was asleep, holding her book tightly in her hand, "Tsk, I thought no one was there." Draco thought to himself , "Perhaps Gryffindor Know-it-All is better called Gryffindor Nerdy." Although the mean words were on his mind, Draco relaxed his hands and feet and waved his wand, making the red and gold blanket It landed lightly on the sleeping girl, "If you catch a cold, you will be troubled by Potter and the Weasleys." He walked up to the stairs and looked back at the girl who was sleeping soundly in the sun, " It turns out that Granger doesn't snore or grind his teeth when he sleeps."

The author has something to say:

Although I know this pace is a bit slow, I hope everyone who reads the text can understand.After all, Hermione and Draco are from different camps, and there are too many foreshadowings needed to get together, and there are too many regrets in the sixth part of the original text that I don’t want to see happen, so I want to write one in my own text. Acceptable happy HE.So this article may have a lot of plots that may not have much to do with Dehe’s relationship, such as Harry and Ron, but I still hope you can read it, and you can also point out my shortcomings and make criticisms and suggestions. I will try my best to improve. the ~