[HP] S·M event book

When Draco returned to Malfoy Manor, Narcissa opened the door and gave him an extremely warm hug.

"Merry Christmas, my little dragon." Narcissa looked extremely happy.

"Merry Christmas." Draco kissed her gently on the cheek, seeing that Narcissa seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and her face was a little pale, so he asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Narcissa smiled and shook her head.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief, then called Chacha out, and threw the small suitcase at it.After taking the food, Chacha hesitated for a moment, then tugged at the corner of Draco's clothes, and whispered, "Madam hasn't eaten properly for several days."

"Look up, go do your own thing." Narcissa said displeasedly, then took Draco's hand into the room, sat down on the side of the small tea table, and served the chocolate-colored dessert to Draco Pushed in front of his face, "I prepared it for you early in the morning, fill your stomach first."

Draco frowned, took a spoonful of dessert absently, but put it down before reaching his mouth, looked at Narcissa solemnly, and asked in a low voice: "Mom, what's the matter? What happened?" ?"

Narcissa looked at him for a while, picked up the teacup and tray in front of her, took a hasty sip, and pulled the corners of her mouth forcefully, "It's a bit troublesome."

Draco pursed his lips, carefully took the cup from Narcissa's hand and put it down, then held Narcissa's hand - her hand was cold, and the palm was still slightly sweaty, he realized what had happened seriousness.

His hands were extremely warm, and the temperature transmitted made Narcissa slightly calm down. After taking a deep breath, she suddenly stood up, grabbed Draco's hand and rushed upstairs.

The old mirror in the stairwell greeted excitedly and found that no one paid attention to it, and complained in a low voice that it had been a long time since I dared to speak, and that no one paid attention to it.

Draco noticed that Narcissa's steps were a little unsteady, and the hand that was holding him exerted a lot of force, trembling imperceptibly.

In Draco's impression, the image of Narcissa is always...very individual.She straightened her back, raised her head slightly, and pointed her chin at everyone except the Malfoy family. She was proud and dignified, as if no matter what happened, she would never let her bow her head. She always looked confident and stood upright .

Narcissa brought Draco to the study room, locked the door behind her back as soon as she entered, took out her wand and cast several silent spells around her, she looked around again, then rushed to the French windows and drew the curtains superior.

The room is full of books, but it doesn't look crowded. A few potted plants are placed on the window sill, which adds a little vitality to the boring study.

After confirming once again that she would not be peeped or eavesdropped on, Narcissa relaxed her tense nerves, supported the desk feebly with one hand, covered her eyes with the other hand, and pressed her pale lips tightly together .

Draco also became a little nervous, he held his breath and waited for Narcissa to say something, but there was still an uneasy silence after a long time.He hesitated for a while, then walked lightly to Narcissa's side, carefully put a hand on Narcissa's shoulder, "...Mom?" He found that his deep and hoarse voice was extraordinarily strange Harsh.

Narcissa was shocked suddenly, and slowly raised her head, staring blankly at Draco, but seemed to be looking at another person through him, after a while, she raised her hand, tightly Clutching Draco's arm, touching his pale lips lightly, he whispered, "Something happened...maybe something happened to him..."

Now she is like a wounded beast, painful and uneasy, and at the same time showing her fangs, full of aggression.

he?Draco was stunned, and after thinking about it for a long time, he finally realized, and at the same time his face turned pale, "...Dad?"

The current head of the Malfoy family is a very strange existence. There are rumors outside that Lucius has a fierce wife—even though Narcissa always saves him enough face in front of outsiders, like a law-abiding and good wife.But apart from Snape, Draco is also the only one who knows the inside story. On the surface, Lucius is obedient to her, and even suspected of flattering her, but in essence, the final decision-maker of the Malfoy family is always Lucius. s.

In Draco's eyes, rather than saying that Lucius was afraid of guilt, it was better to say that he was pampering Narcissa, just like feeding an addict with drugs.Both of them seem to be aware of this.After so many years, the boundaries of identity may have been blurred.But once something happens, the two will stop this pattern by coincidence.Since Lucius' accident, Narcissa has been very calm, and she is also handy in dealing with all kinds of troubles, but as a son, Draco just knows—she is not that calm.

"Before Dumbledore died, I gave him a mission." Narcissa's eyes flashed a hint of disgust when the name was mentioned. She tried her best to control her emotions, so that she seemed to be able to finish the matter calmly, " Pretend to be Wormtail and stay by the Dark Lord's side."

Draco's breath was suffocating-of course he knew the danger of this task, the Dark Lord would not find the mole and hand it over to the Ministry of Magic like Dumbledore did.Draco could imagine Wormtail's status among the Death Eaters—humble, insignificant, and incompetent. If he pretended to be this person, he would not attract attention, not to mention that his father understood the Dark Lord's usual preferences. "Where's the real Wormtail?"

"I don't know." Narcissa squinted her eyes and answered quickly. Before Draco noticed anything, she said immediately, "But it's confirmed dead."

Draco put her words together and sorted them out, carefully guessing: "...was discovered by him?" He already had the answer in his heart, but he still stared at her, a small voice in his heart desperately negative.

Narcissa nodded, and told the story of the man who asked "Wormtail" to catch Qiu Zhang—of course, Sira's name was deliberately subtracted.

Hearing the end, Draco's face was already pale, he swallowed his throat, swallowed the feeling of suffocation, and murmured: "Dead?"

Narcissa tightened her hands suddenly, her index finger sank deeply into Draco's robe, her chest heaved violently, her mouth was tightly pursed, and she stared at Draco with wide eyes—the thing in her eyes was particularly oozing horrible.

The pain in his arm brought Draco back to his senses, and at the same time he realized that he had said the wrong thing.He took a deep breath and gradually calmed down the flustered emotions, "Where's the godfather? He might know something."

As if relieved, Narcissa calmed down, and withdrew her hand wearily, "I didn't look for him, and I didn't ask him when we met recently... The Dark Lord has been in a bad mood recently, and he didn't pursue 'Wormtail'. The Malfoy family has kept their real identity for the time being, but everyone's every move is under his nose. I'm worried that he will become suspicious and dare not take any action."

"Did the Godfather... give a hint?" Draco said.

Narcissa shook her head, "When Severus came, he was only reporting to the Dark Lord. The two of us only met once or twice in the corridor."

Draco froze suddenly, "That person was at Malfoy Manor during this time?" Does that mean...Sira is here too?

"It's gone." Narcissa said, "A lot of things have happened recently, and he has to deal with them personally... You should have seen some of them in the "Daily Prophet."

Draco licked his dry lips, and brought the topic back, "When school starts, I will ask the godfather alone." Seeing that Narcissa objected, Draco said, "Don't worry, I'm in Huo Gwarz, the godfather and I are the only ones who have special identities there, and the Dark Lord will not find out that something is wrong." Not being suspicious means that he will not face Cruciatus and Instigmatism.

Narcissa hesitated for a long time before agreeing, and repeatedly told him to observe Snape's face carefully, and shut up immediately if he found anything wrong.

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After sending Narcissa back to the room, Draco immediately called Chacha.

"Is Sierra here all this time?" Draco asked.

As if hearing an extremely frightening name, Chacha immediately covered her mouth and shook her head violently.

Draco frowned, "Say!"

Chacha quickly knelt down, his head kept hitting the marble floor, making a muffled sound, "Chacha can't say it! Chacha can't say it!"

Draco was stunned, as if he suddenly remembered something, his pupils shrank suddenly, he roughly pulled Chacha's arm, and stared at it fiercely, "...you know? So Mom knows too? "

Understanding what he meant, Chacha flinched and nodded timidly.

Draco's breathing was suffocating, and he panicked for a moment——Mom knew Sierra's identity!They are now fighting against that person. If something goes wrong, everything will be over. What's more, even if they win in the future, they will try their best to distance themselves from that person. Will mother think that Saila's identity is an obstacle?By the way...and Dad, he disguised himself as Wormtail and lurked beside that person, so he probably knew about it too.The secret he most wanted to hide had been exposed, and Draco suddenly felt that everything had become extremely troublesome, making it impossible for him to deal with it.what can he doIs it possible to cast a forgetting curse on parents?That's just crazy!He took a deep breath and asked coldly, "Did mom order you not to say it?"

Cha Cha shivered and said in a trembling voice, "No...it's Miss Morris."

Draco was stunned, and all his troubles were temporarily put aside at this moment, "Is she still here?" Seeing that Cha Cha hesitated to answer, Draco couldn't bear his temper, and said in a low voice, "You Don't forget who is your master!"

Chacha was frightened, gritted her teeth, and said in a crying voice, "Yes! Miss Morris is in the room now."

After getting the answer, Draco finally let go, "Keep your mouth shut and don't say anything, understand?"

Seeing Chacha nod, Draco turned and left.

What did mother mean when she didn't mention Saila's identity just now?Is it because of Saila or that person's order, or... It seems that I can only find an opportunity to test my mother's tone.

Draco hurriedly came to the guest room where Sierra usually lived. He stopped and carefully arranged his clothes to make it less messy.After a while, he took a steady breath and raised his hand to knock on the door lightly.

There was no sound from inside. Draco was puzzled for a while, then tapped lightly, and said in a very natural voice, "Sira, are you inside?"

In an instant, there was the shattering sound of the cup falling to the ground, and Draco could almost hear the trembling footsteps outside the door. "Sira?"

"—Don't come in!!!"

The terrified screams sounded like a man-eating beast standing outside the door.

This stopped Draco from opening the door.He pursed his lips and forced himself to put down his hand, which fell to his side and clenched tightly into a fist.He stood there blankly, staring at the exquisite and gorgeous door in front of him—it seemed to tear his and her worlds in two, and neither of them allowed the other to take a step forward.

The suffocating silence made Draco's face gradually darken, and his gray-blue eyes were full of haze.For a moment, Draco almost wanted to kick the door open and rush in to tell her—he knew everything, and her little secret meant nothing to him.Tear off all her disguise, as if this can appease the uneasiness and panic in my heart.

But after a long time, Draco was still stiff and motionless.

——that was the secret she had hidden with the risk of her own life.All she did was to be able to completely hide it in the dark.

After an unknown amount of time, the door was opened from the inside.

He watched the little golden head poke out cautiously from the crack of the door—her left face was wrapped in several layers of white gauze, and it was still soaked with bright red blood.

He felt that the blood in his whole body was coagulated.

Draco blinked, looked at her helplessly, and said with some reproach: "What are you doing in there? You can't see people so much?"

Saila couldn't help but flinched back a bit, lowered her head, and whispered, "...just got up just now."

"Sleeping until this time?" Draco asked, seeing Sira nodding, he showed an impatient expression, and pushed the door in regardless of Sira's stop.

The room was dark, Draco walked over and opened the curtains, and the sunlight suddenly eroded the entire room.He saw a pile of shattered glass on the floor next to the bed, but he just glanced at it and looked away nonchalantly.He sat lazily on the bed, "Mom said you're here... didn't you go home?" He patted the space beside him and motioned for her to come over.

Sara froze for a moment, then slowly moved over and sat down beside him - facing him with her right cheek. "I wanted to go back to school, but it happened to be the Christmas holiday. I thought you would come back, so I just waited for you here."

Both of them are constantly piled up with lies, trying to make it from a crumbling high-rise to a solid pyramid.

Draco smiled with satisfaction, rubbed her head, and said, "Christmas... your parents left you alone again for the holiday?"

"...I'm going to France this time." As if she didn't want to continue the topic, Sierra asked, "Didn't anything happen at Hogwarts?"

"What could it be?" Draco asked back.

"I mean... I've been absent from school for a long time, and I've missed a lot of work," said Sara.

"You can't expect Hogwarts to cancel the exam." Draco said with a smile, "But you are asking for leave, and the professors know about it, so you don't have to worry about it. When you go back to school, I will take my old Notes for you."

Sierra seemed to want to ask something more, but she pursed her lips and smiled nonchalantly, "That's good." Then she lowered her head again and twisted her fingers.

Draco looked at her calmly for a while, finally sighed, pinched her chin lightly, but forced Sierra to face him with undeniable force—the green right eye was blank at first , But gradually, full of panic.Draco gently stroked the bandage on her left face, and his fingertips paused where there was blood. Following his movements, Sierra's body became more and more rigid, her jaw was tense, her eyes widened and her eyes were out of focus looking at him.

"Aren't you going to explain?" Draco asked softly, "What's going on here?"

Saila came back to her senses in an instant, shrank her neck back, but couldn't get rid of his hand.She could only bite the bullet and say, "I accidentally fell down the stairs."

Draco sneered in his heart, he squinted his eyes, smiled jokingly, and said, "I don't look very good in the first place, so what if I get disfigured?" He picked up a corner of the bandage, thinking Open it completely.

Sierra gasped, opened Draco's hand suddenly, and pushed him away with all her strength. He was caught off guard and pushed out of the bed by her, and fell to the ground.

Draco was about to scold her angrily, but as soon as he looked up, the little flame was snuffed out——

She tightly covered her left face, her emerald green eyes were full of panic, pleading and... ferocious, like a ferocious beast that was trampled on its wound, its sharp fangs were showing while howling.

Draco had a feeling that if he did the same thing again, she might tear him apart.

Sierra stared at him blankly for a while, as if she suddenly realized what she had done, she stood up a little uneasy, walked to Draco's side quickly, and said cautiously: "I'm sorry...you're fine Bar?"

Draco pursed his lips, looked at her helplessly, then stood up, patted the non-existing dust on his body, and said angrily: "Worrying that you are still treated like this, it is really kind and unrewarding." .”

Saila smiled dryly, shook his arm in favor, helped him straighten his crooked tie, and said, "It's nothing, it will be fine in a few days."

Draco rolled his eyes, "I'm also good at healing spells, if it doesn't work, I can ask my mother to see."

Saila said helplessly: "It really doesn't matter, I have already dealt with it myself."

"Only at your level of magic?" Draco looked at her contemptuously, and when he saw Sierra lowering his head with a smirk, he snorted, "Whatever you want, don't regret it if you're really disfigured then."

The emerald green eyes dimmed for a moment, and Sierra hummed inaudibly.

When Sierra didn't pay attention, Draco's hand hanging by his side was tightly clenched into a fist, and the round nails dug into the palm of his hand, and the faint pain spread all over his body.

When will all this end?

The author has something to say: ahem... grasp the scale, don't abuse~~ I really didn't abuse this time TAT

By the way, I really want to end the war~ The wedding night……………… Yuanmu~