94 hp Diagon Alley

Trying everything I can to tamper with my mom's old wedding dress.

"Otherwise you'll lose to the white peacocks ostentatiously walking around in Malfoy Manor." That's what my sister said.

The wedding was a little more lively than I expected, although I kept stressing that we didn't need guests who might feel awkward.But Draco was able to invite Professor Snape, thanks to his terrifying expression, my wedding was instantly chilled by a funeral.

What's more terrible is that Dumbledore's phoenix sent blessings, and several wizards who were suspected of being former Death Eaters almost crushed the cup.

This time the Ollivander witch came with her husband, and the girl was very polite to Mrs. Malfoy.But Draco wasn't too happy to see her.

Draco wouldn't be happy to see any Gryffindor, especially Mr. Black, who was wandering around the wedding venue with a baby in his arms.Before leaving, he warned Lucius that he would keep an eye on him.By the way, this Mr. Black shouldn't be on the invitation list at all.

Draco assured me we didn't have to have any kind of kinship with him, and I'm actually slightly sorry.But Sirius Black doesn't seem to like Draco, so I'm still going to side with my husband.

When the officiant announced that the bride and groom were dancing, I saw Draco look at me very passionately. That was the first time I had the illusion that he loved me.

The next morning he left me and ran to the basement, and he really didn't love me.

Before getting married, I thought about what career Draco would choose.He liked Quidditch, but the stinky crash sport put him off.He may aspire to be as well-rounded as his father, but he doesn't necessarily want to work at the Ministry of Magic, as many of his student "rivals" are there.Be a professor?Stop messing around, he'll kick the students off the broom one by one.It's a good idea to be a nasty trustee who's always advising Hogwarts, but someone from the Malfoys already has that seat.

The truth of the matter was that Draco Malfoy had a steady stream of Galleons pouring into his Gringotts vault whenever he was at home.

Well, the Greenglass family is similar.

So our newlywed life consisted of having breakfast together, after which he would handle some of the Malfoy family's business paperwork.A quick lunch with his parents, admiring Mr. Malfoy's crush on the house-elf.In the afternoon, he stayed alone in the basement—even if the seven years of Slytherin life made him like the quiet environment underground, for his health, I had to take him to bask in the sun every day.In the evening, the whole family enjoys an elegant dinner, during which I need to refrain from commenting on Mr. Malfoy's spiel (I admit I have not been very successful at this).

The time that really belongs to the two of us is after dinner, sometimes he will allow me to drink a little red wine, sometimes we will sneak to St. Michael's Island and joke with the Muggle guards in the castle, and sometimes we will look at the difficult alchemy together books.What we do most often is to sit on the balcony and watch the stars all over the sky.

Unlike the Greenglasses, Malfoy had some dealings with Muggles.My husband's father didn't like the job, so Draco went out instead.A few times he was in such a good mood that he invited me to accompany him to Muggle functions.

I finally understand the reason why Draco is reborn, because the technology of Muggles is changing with each passing day, and the difference between them and wizards due to magic is gradually shrinking.

My married life was so ordinary and not always happy that there were times when I felt like the unluckiest person in the world.Because my husband's parents hate me, I can't ask Draco to be with me every day.

Narcissa probably didn't really hate me, she, like her son, was naturally dissatisfied with everything.And my presence doesn't seem to be doing the family any favors.

I really want to tell her that the best thing I can do is tell Draco what good love is.

Narcissa must have never seen Draco alone.He is complicated and contradictory, because even though people don't say it, there is always a hint of suspicion in the eyes that look at Malfoy.He doesn't have a close friend who can tell him what's right and what's wrong.People always regard Draco as a child, instilling the idea of ​​pure blood supremacy and then letting him experience the drastic changes in the world.

But I can give him a hug and care for him with my noble soul (and beauty).

I also braid his hair every day!And damn it, the pale blond braids of the Malfoys!

After living an ordinary life for three or four years, I have really mastered the way to make myself live comfortably.I am very considerate and trusting to Draco, not sparing my emotions.But against old Malfoy couples who are backward (?) in their thinking, I sometimes give them a surprise blow.Relying on my husband's indulgence to me, I told his parents what he couldn't say.

The house-elves would serve me an extra treat for this.

Until one day Daphne came to me for afternoon tea with a worried face.I had just come back from Diagon Alley and had bought several good books.

"Is there any dissatisfaction with you recently, Mrs. Malfoy?" Daphne's teacup made a crisp sound when it touched the tea tray, which is not in line with our education.

And I was also baffled by her question, "When did she ever like me?"

"I mean, other than your unrestrained egalitarianism, and I don't think it's Mrs. Malfoy's fault." Daphne rolled her eyes and cast a soundproof spell on the small drawing room. "There are rumors out there that Malfoy is barren."

"Are you kidding me?" I almost turned the table over laughing, "Trust me, Draco is more than he looks..."

"Stop, Astoria, I'm not interested in your private life!" Daphne was a little annoyed.

I watched her narrowly for a while, and every time I opened my mouth, I was frightened back by her stern eyes.Finally, she said with difficulty, "If they insist on you giving birth to an heir... Mom and Dad will file for a divorce from the Malfoy family, and we will take you back."

At this time, I realized the seriousness of the matter, and began to recall my physical condition in the past three or four years.I told Daphne not to worry, and after sending her off, I opened the wine bottle in the bedroom.

Draco Malfoy is really a top-notch smart guy. He knew I hadn't drunk, so he put the potion in the red wine?Unfortunately, I thought this was always something to add to the fun...

My husband doesn't love me, that's my conclusion.He drugged me behind my back and I wanted to cry.

The reason why I want to cry is more because of the blood curse on my body, and the accompanying powerlessness and despair.Having a baby would take a toll on my body, although Draco never brought up the subject of children to me.

When Draco came up from the basement, he saw me holding a wine bottle.

"Actually, my grades in Potions are not bad," I told him, "but I don't even smell what you handed me."

My husband showed his impatient expression again, "That's for me to drink, it won't do you any harm."

I was choked, and I had a premonition that I was going to lose in the quarrel. "People were saying bad things about both of us just because we didn't have kids."

Draco sighed and we both leaned against the head of the bed. "Goyle's kids are as dumb as he is, and they don't talk until they're three. Flint's daughter kicks him in the shin every day. Having kids isn't necessarily a good thing, my dear."

"I went to Diagon Alley last week, and the Ollivanders' babies are so cute." I said, staring at the wine bottle in my hand.

"Weasley?" Draco's eyebrows furrowed dangerously. "Don't you know that he blew up the roofs of both the wand shop and the joke shop?"

I was silent, searching for the good boy in my mind. "Aunt Andromeda's little grandson is also a talented little wizard."

"Don't let Mommy hear you say that." Draco wanted to cover my mouth. "That little wolf...Little Lupine just changes around stupidly."

My lack of life experience is in plain sight.But a minute later I realized I was totally being led by Draco. "What we should be discussing is that, as a Malfoy, you have a responsibility to produce an heir for the family."

Draco was getting upset, and whenever he was upset he always ravaged/ravaged my hair, never messing with his own braids. "Guess what, I don't care if the Malfoy family ends like this."

I nearly fell out of bed in fright, is this the guy who goes to school saying "my daddy will know"?

"I just need to use my brain and my vast knowledge of magic—" he had to boast to himself first. "I know that production is not a good thing for you."

Never mind his brain, mine is kind of buzzing right now.

"If the next 100 years, it's fine for the two of us to live in peace." He finally said.

This is the second time I think Draco Malfoy is hopelessly in love with me.

The sweet little bastard.

I lost sleep for several nights thinking hard about this problem.Since my blood curse is destined to be irreversible, can I leave something in this world?

So I joined Draco in his afternoon alchemy studies, and it turned out that both he and I had some talent for it.I organize my notes, do some experiments that are not dangerous, and enjoy the happiness brought by advanced magic.

As for the child's matter, I have no fewer than seven solutions, but the one that best demonstrates my wisdom is obviously - have a long talk with Draco.

"I want to have a baby," I told him, "not for Mal