94 hp Diagon Alley

Malfoy.

I didn't mean what Professor Snape meant.Professor Snape is different from them, he is really a wizard with great wisdom.There is no witch who does not shed tears for his love story.

Back to Draco Malfoy.He was in my sister's year, his parents were socially close to mine, and most importantly, he was handsome with a Slytherin air of haughtiness and vulnerability.

I once suspected that Daphne had a crush on him when she was thirteen or fourteen.But then she stopped seeing boys, and treated me a lot better than before.Perhaps it was at that time that she knew my secret, our family's secret.

While I was still enjoying my little abacus, the guests in costumes had arrived at Greengrass Manor.

Ollivander's witch came too, though her expression was a bit reluctant.She married one of the Weasley twins this spring, but her husband, who presumably didn't want to deal with us pure-blood wizards, didn't show up.

I think they're an interesting couple, and I've seen a lot of their mischief while at Hogwarts.If I had to pick one chat partner among today's guests, it would be a cup of tea with Gwendoline Ollivander.But she just dropped a gift and left in a hurry.Make a boring party even more boring.

Covered by a delicate teacup, I observed the people at the banquet.

Sure enough, Draco Malfoy took the task and started greeting the daughter of the Greengrass family.

It's just that he probably got it wrong.

"Me?" I pointed to myself with a little surprise, confirming that he was inviting me to take a walk in the garden.

"Yes, you." The pale pointed face was a little impatient. "Otherwise who else could it be?"

I swear to Merlin when I immediately looked to my sister, trying to apologize to her.But she was relieved instead!

So that day, outside of the Slytherin common room, I spoke to Draco Malfoy for the first time.

The young wizard seemed to wear such disgust on his face all the time that I couldn't see his real emotion at all-and I consider myself a very sensitive person.

This was a lousy "date" and I'm not the only one who thinks that.Because Draco Malfoy was so bored that he even tapped his finger on his wand to play.

"If you find it boring, I can take you back to the living room." I couldn't help but say.

"What?" He came back to his senses, "No, I feel fine." As if realizing that his answer was a bit inexplicable, he added, "I think you are fine."

None of the etiquette I've ever learned told me what to say at such a moment.

"I think you're fine, too. Though I thought you'd be dating Daphne until about 10 minutes ago." I decided to be honest. "Everyone knows she's the heir."

"Go to his heir," said the boy. "I want to know you now, Astoria. Because you're beautiful and different from the others."

There is a lark singing happily in my head.He is really a bad boy who can play with women's hearts.

So I stood still, raised one eyebrow, and made a silly invitation, "Would you like a drink?"

My dad got mad at me for the first time that night for violating Prohibition (yes, even though I was an adult, he still banned me from drinking because of my poor health).But the person involved didn't know anything, because I was sleeping in the dark.Daphne may have said something to my parents, and by the time I woke up, they were no longer angry.

My mother even acted a little excited, and she would say a couple of nice things about Malfoy now and then, like how the men in their family have only one good thing—lifelong fidelity to their wives.

If Mrs. Greengrass had known Draco Malfoy's disgusted expression when he saw me drunk, she would not have praised him so much.

Surprisingly, Mr. Malfoy asked me out for a second date soon after.

We cruised on a beautiful, untouched lake.I feel like I've acted very appropriately.

Except for greeting his first girlfriend out of curiosity—and accidentally calling her a poodle Parkinson.

It must be because of my impolite address, Draco Malfoy doesn't even recognize Pansy as his girlfriend.He also "accidentally" splashed water on my sleeve.

Malfoy never changed his original intention.He is no different from the playboy he was in school.

Then came the third date, the fourth date, the first kiss, the fifth date.

Did I say something incredible.

Anyway, with the tacit approval of my whole family, I fell in love with Draco Malfoy.But this guy finally showed his true nature.He is sometimes very gentle and sometimes careless.Sometimes it's irritating, and sometimes it's impeccably thoughtful.

In my seventeen or eighteen years, I kept groping for his character, like learning an esoteric lesson, trying to find a good way to deal with Draco Malfoy.Tears work occasionally, cold war is absolutely not acceptable, I can't quarrel with him in arguing, and he knows too many strange magic in duels.

In the end I had to admit that it was my beauty (and noble soul) that won him over.

Draco Malfoy doesn't discuss Muggle topics with me, and he doesn't like my mentioning Harry Potter.This makes me a little worried, what if he secretly wants to restore the Dark Lord's rule?

So that day I took his left arm and looked at it for a long time, and he got angry.Alas, I tried very hard to coax him and gave him the little biscuits I baked.

Biscuit bought him off.Our love has entered the stage of deep affection.

It wasn't until the Malfoys learned of my existence that they had a serious conversation with Draco.I waited carefully for three days, but the owl did not come.My father shut himself in his study, my mother sighed as she watched me, Daphne was deadpan, but she was probably the one who was most disappointed with the Malfoys.

I behaved perfectly normal, watering the flowers, playing the piano, reading, talking to my portraits as before.

On the fourth day I got a letter from Draco Malfoy, a letter as respectable and elegant as the man himself, and as impatient as he was.There was just one sentence written in cursive, "See you on St. Michael's Island."

St. Michael's Island is famous for being an island at high tide and a mountain at low tide.When the tide was low, the two of us would walk down the marble passage into the island, and behind the famous castle there was a little Malfoy house tucked away.

I thought about it, if Draco Malfoy broke up with me in that house, I wouldn't be able to appreciate the beautiful tide and the island in the future.

Thank goodness he didn't intend to break up with me, but just let me tell him the Greengrass blood curse word by word with a bad face.Then he sent me home and went back to Malfoy Manor by himself.

Instead of being tempted by my beauty today, he asked me why I didn't tell him earlier.

How can I tell him the truth?Said that I was addicted to the sweet love he gave, and dared not expose my weakness and cowardice.Most importantly, tell him I might not live long?

I am also greedy for momentary joy.

So I, who has always been eloquent, faced this question without saying a word.But this time my tears worked.

Draco Malfoy did not draw a clear line with me as I imagined. On the contrary, he searched through Malfoy's library in the days when he lost contact, which I learned a long time later.

In short, my father's study door was reopened, my mother began to toss my blond hair in different ways, and Daphne also changed back to the previous arrogant young lady.

I wondered even harder what was going on in Draco Malfoy's little head.

Somehow Draco convinced Mr and Mrs Malfoy that they could now invite me to dinner with a smile that no normal person would notice.

It took me less than a meal to figure out what was wrong with this family.

Although Draco Malfoy kept his mouth shut, I guess he had given up on his inexplicable prejudice against half-blood wizards and Muggle-borns.The real trouble is Lucius and Narcissa.They closed their doors in a typical manner of the last century, with the superiority of pure blood wizards.

I can understand, because I also received this kind of education when I was young, but people's thoughts can be changed.

I take it back, the Malfoys' minds are as stubborn as a crackless rock.Draco was both lucky and unlucky growing up in such a family.

Soon, his parents' grievances with me rose from blood curses to bad ideas.The heretic in their eyes is me.

After a tense debate, Draco showed a tired and frustrated expression.I had to lie in his arms and let him mess with my hair.

"Can't you not mention half-bloods and Muggles in front of them?" he asked.

"Sooner or later, Draco, you'll have to tell them what you really think." I patted his stomach, knowing he wasn't having a good time either. "Even though I don't want to admit that I was wrong, at least now I know what's right, dear."

Narcissa Malfoy loves her son far more than I can imagine.Because she suppressed her disappointment with "that" lady of the Greengrass family, agreed to Draco Malfoy's request, and made her husband hold his nose.

In the first year of the new century, we held a wedding.

daphne and me