[HP] S·M event book

Draco had guessed countless times how they would meet again, but never expected this to be the case.

The girl who always timidly hid behind him three years ago now stretched her hands slightly, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror with an indifferent expression, letting the tailor fiddle with the royal blue dress on her body.The golden hair was tied into a bun at the back of the head, exposing the white and tender neck.

"This is your dress, Mr. Malfoy." The clerk of the custom shop handed him the black robe and said with a smile, "Please go to the fitting room and see if there is any room for improvement."

He didn't speak, didn't move, just looked at her through the mirror blankly.

The sudden encounter evaporated all the contemptuous words he had prepared.

She raised her eyes suddenly, and met his gaze from the mirror. In an instant, the expression on her face became vivid.

Sierra pursed her lips, showing a shy smile, and said softly, "I'm going to wear this to your engagement dinner, what do you think, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco immediately restrained his expression, and he glanced over with a critical gaze, "I thought your vision should be better."

"It's enough not to be rude." Sierra said with a smile, "You can't steal the show. By the way, although it wasn't stated on the invitation, I heard...Miss Greengrass is the heroine tonight."

Draco raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully, "Miss Condina seems very dissatisfied with this?"

"Who knows?" Sera casually pulled the hem of the skirt in front of the mirror to make it look neater, and said to the dresser beside her, "That's almost it, thank you."

"It is my pleasure to serve you."

Sierra turned around, looking directly at him with green eyes for the first time, she lifted her skirt, gave an elegant salute, and said softly, "Then see you tomorrow night, Mr. Malfoy."

After finishing speaking, she turned and went into the dressing room, but before she could close the door, a pale and slender hand suddenly held the door and threw it open, and then someone grabbed her arm roughly, even though she knew that the owner of this hand was Who, Saila still showed a surprised expression—this is not something that person would do.

"—Apparition!"

After a period of uncomfortable dizziness, Saila was roughly grabbed by the neck and pressed against the tree. She looked at the man who was gnashing her teeth suspiciously, and said with difficulty: "You... are planning to... kill people here... Throwing away the body?"

Draco stared at her uncertainly, his gray-blue eyes were full of undisguised anger, until her fair face was slightly reddened by suffocation, then he let go of his confinement, and only caressed with his thumb The white and tender skin on her neck seemed to poke a hole in it with a little effort. "Miss Condina, stop pretending in front of me, how long do you want to play?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mister Malfoy," said Sara, smiling, "but when it comes to putting on airs, I don't think I'm any better than a Malfoy, are you right?"

Draco sneered, "Your performance now has changed my opinion of you. Who taught you? That Bryan?"

"As a Slytherin, there's always something inherent about it," Sira said.

"Don't forget that you are a coward who dropped out of school and ran away." Draco leaned close to her cheek and said sarcastically, "Are you qualified to call yourself a Slytherin?"

The arc of the corners of her lips stiffened instantly, and Sierra stared at Draco coldly, and after a while, she snorted coldly, the tip of her tongue trembling flexibly, and a strange hissing sound spread between the two of them.

Draco suddenly changed his face, and suddenly pushed her away, Sierra staggered a few steps before standing still, she gloated at Draco, who had a very bad expression, "Need me to translate it for you? Malfoy."

Draco looked around gloomyly, and after making sure there was no one around, he drew out his wand and swung it fiercely a few times, finally he stared at Sierra through gritted teeth, "It seems that I overestimated the capacity of your brain! Are you so impatient to go to Azkaban?"

Sai La casually tugged at the slightly wrinkled sleeves, "Oh? Aren't you the ones who can't wait?"

"Me... us?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, you." Saila said with a sneer, "Didn't you mean Harry Potter when you sent the invitation? It seems that the cooperation between you has been very good in the past three years... It should be said that from the three Started years ago."

Draco's face was blue and white, "So, you think the banquet tomorrow night is just a trap?"

"...No matter what, it's not a good thing for me." Saila raised her eyes and glanced at him, "You really want to marry her?"

Draco froze, forgetting to speak for a moment.

Sierra pursed her lips, a trace of hesitation flashed across her face, and finally stayed on a desperate expression. Seeing her like this, the previous anger dissipated instantly, and Draco even stared at the bright red lips with some expectation.

——But she still turned her head away in the end, feeling a little lonely and...unwilling.

"...I don't have a wand now, you send me back to Condina Manor."

****

The conversation broke up badly, and Draco left without hesitation after throwing Sierra to the Condina Manor.

Condina Manor has been redecorated and everything is new.

Sai La walked into the house and just took off her coat when she saw Desen standing respectfully by the door.She frowned, "Why are you here?"

Desen saluted and replied sternly: "Master Bryan told me that until you get a house elf, I will take care of your food and daily life for a while." Then, he stretched out his hand to take the clothes from her .

Sierra avoided him and casually threw the robe on the sofa, "Mind your own business."

As if he didn't hear it, Desen said in a low voice: "The dessert is ready, do you need it now?"

Saila responded, and after a while, Desen handed over a mango-colored snack. She picked up a piece with a spoon and put it in her mouth. The sweet and sour taste made her squint her eyes happily, and glanced at Desen, who was standing next to him, said maliciously: "It seems that you won't get a good face when you report today. I met Draco today."

"The master did not tell me to watch you, Miss Condina."

"But he will definitely ask." Saila shrugged, pulled off the hairpin on her head, and her golden hair fell down. She said while pulling at the messy hair, "That guy hasn't changed at all, he's still so arrogant, like a firecracker If it's the same, it will explode, and I will explode after just a few words."

"...You may have underestimated him. The cultivation of a nobleman is not limited to this, not to mention that Mr. Malfoy has been in the political arena for three years." Desen said.

"That's not necessarily the case." Saila leaned lazily on the pillow, "The woman I saved at the risk of my life came back without giving me any news for two months, and she is still living in the house of the deadly enemy...Who would hold back? "

"This shows that Mr. Malfoy cares about you."

"Of course, that's what I'm going to prove today," Saila said, "I have to thank Zachary for the news that I have today's 'coincidence'."

Dessen paused, and said slowly: "Let me remind you, Miss Condina, Malfoy and Greengrass have gotten very close in the past three years, and the banquet tomorrow night is said to be the engagement banquet of the two families."

"Just an ordinary invitation with no heroine and no hints?" Sierra sneered, "Although I don't know what Lucius Malfoy is planning, but since I'm back, that position can only be mine. "

"Then here's my congratulations in advance, Mrs. Malfoy." Desen said respectfully.

"If Zachary knows this title, his expression must be very funny." Saila smiled, and then looked at the bright chandelier on the ceiling with some ecstasy.

Before the death of that person was confirmed, Lucius Malfoy would not act rashly. This was a deal between him and that person—a Malfoy surname in exchange for the survival of his only son.

"Desen, is there anything similar to the Forbidden Forest in the wizarding world?" Saila asked.

"...I will hand over the information to you in the next two days."

"Ah."

She had to find that person quickly, even if the body was reduced to ashes, she had to find him...and then wipe it clean.

If still alive...

The momentary unbalanced heartbeat made her a little dazed, she bit the corner of her lip, and suddenly closed her eyes.

She has searched for so long in the past three years, even if she deliberately put herself in danger, no miracle happened. If she was still alive, why wouldn't she appear in front of her?

He died... This news is gratifying to everyone, including her, people like him... It is best to die!

[I curse you!I curse you! !You can never get what you want!Someday someone will rip you off your height!You will be smashed to pieces! ! !I'm waiting in hell to see how embarrassed you are!Never forgive you! 】

Such a powerful person, even if he died, would always leave something behind.

She was going to step on his ashes, mocking his stupid decision to give up everything and die for a mere descendant.

It wasn't until the sound of even and steady breathing came from her ears that Desen gently covered her with the thin blanket.

The thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and a murmur that was almost crying dissipated in the air.

☆Small episode☆

A week after the war he returned to Black Manor.

Sirius looked around in a daze, and took a long time to draw out his wand and light the candles on the wall.

The place is already dilapidated and dilapidated. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as riddled with holes. It cannot be seen that it is an old aristocratic manor, almost no different from the Shrieking Shed.It had been cleaned and tidy by Molly a month ago.But after the war ended, no one wanted to come here again, and it carried too much pain and parting, especially for him.

Whenever facing this place, Sirius felt an indescribable exhaustion. From the beginning of his memory, he had been at odds with this family, rebellious, disputed, and expelled.

Standing in the dimly lit hall, he could almost hear the sound of fierce quarrels, but when he came back to his senses, the place was still dead silent.

Sirius rubbed the bridge of his nose wearily, turned and walked towards a huge silk cloth, hesitated for a moment, then pulled it off forcefully.

"—Oh! You damn bastard! How dare you show up here! Get out! You dirty thing!!"

The sound of hysterical abuse sounded without any surprise, and Sirius raised his head slightly, looking at the ferocious woman in the painting.When he was young, his mother was always dignified, sitting on a chair and gazing tenderly at him and Regulus who were noisy on the lawn.

"You bug! Get out of here!!!"

Since when did it become like this?

It seems that since he entered Gryffindor, or did he run away from home, or did he officially join the Order of the Phoenix?

He couldn't remember clearly, Azkaban obliterated too many things from him, the only thing he remembered about this family was the endless insults and curses - just like now.

Sirius sighed wearily. Qiu is pregnant now, and he wants to give her a warm wedding as soon as possible. He will have a family full of laughter. Thinking of this, he relieved his expression.

"Mother, this is the last time I'm here. Can you rest?" Sirius said helplessly.The daze and exhaustion after everything was over made him want to go back to this home and say something, even to the portrait.

But with little effect, the hysterical lady was still roaring.

Sirius was a little annoyed, it seemed that he couldn't expect a happy ending in this family, even for a second.So with the mood of "ending it as soon as possible", he speeded up his speech, "The war is over, the Dark Lord has... disappeared, and those Death Eaters are on trial at the Wizengamot. It's just a formality. They will be imprisoned." Into Azkaban..."

As he was talking, he suddenly felt a little weird.

It seems...too quiet.

He raised his head and froze.

The originally dim portrait became brilliant and dazzling as if the fog had been lifted.

Those blue eyes that have been crazy and muddy for many years are like the ocean at this moment, tolerant and soft, like a loving mother.

"Huh? And then?" the woman said with a smile.

"Then?" Sirius repeated blankly, feeling unbelievable at such a gentle attitude, and said in a daze, "Oh, the war has taken a lot of damage, those destroyed places are being rebuilt, there are... a lot of people died ,them……"

The woman beckoned to him, beckoning him to come in.

Sirius took a step forward as if being controlled, the portrait was almost pasted on his chest.

The daughter squatted down and came up, her blue eyes were at his level, she stretched out her pale hand, trying to touch his face, Sirius couldn't help but want to hold it, but the touch was just a cold and rough canvas, so he put His cheek moved up and touched the woman's hand.

"It's just a neat little incantation, the key is a word from the descendant, and it's enough to express 'Dark Lord failed'."

He hasn't come back to his senses until now, all of this is amazing, and then he became a little frightened, fearing that everything would be broken in the next second.The portrait continues the memory and emotion of the owner, now... what does it represent?

It's been too long... so long that he doesn't even remember how pleasant his mother was to him.

"The age of darkness is coming, and Black faces the most severe choice, glory or destruction. You can't put all your eggs in one basket like a gambler. It is not power that decides everything, but wisdom. The elders surrendered to the darkness as smoke, five young sons... one loyal to black The devil, advocating darkness; one submits to the white wizard, upholds justice; one sends into the Muggle world, avoiding war; one clings to cunning speculators, standing invincible and surviving; one waits for opportunities with the wind, adding weight to the winner Chips. There will always be one who will survive and continue Black's bloodline, and one day, the glory of the Black family will appear again."

The gentle and kind voice blows people's hearts like the wind, and makes him riddled with holes like a sharp knife.

His eyes widened and tears streamed down his cheeks.

"No…" he murmured incredulously.

"Wars take away the souls of the dead, but..." the daughter smiled softly, staring at him intently, "Siris, you survived the darkness, I am grateful for you, you have always been my pride, since Unchanged, Merlin testifies."

"--Do not!"

Endless remorse flooded towards him overwhelmingly.Pressing his fingers hard on the portrait, he wished he could embed himself in and hug his mother hard, into the embrace that was about to disappear from memory.

"—No! No!! Mom!!!" Sirius thumped the wall frantically, "Mom!! No!!!"

Pain, regret, guilt, madness, self-loathing...

He wants to tear his past self apart, wants to make amends, wants to hug his mother...

But what he feels now is just a cold, rough canvas.

The woman in the painting looked at him lovingly and sadly, and stroked his cheek again and again.

In the end, he knelt down weakly, covered his face, and transparent liquid overflowed from between his fingers.A broken voice escaped from pale lips.

"Mom... I'm sorry... Forgive me... I'm sorry..."

☆The end of the episode☆

—Malfoy Manor.

When Sierra walked into the hall holding Zachary's arm, countless eyes were cast on them, followed by a burst of whispering.

"As expected of the Director of the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, it is an honor to be here with you." Saila kept a perfect smile and said in a voice that only two people could hear.

"I think they are curious about Condina's only descendant." Zachary said lazily, "Don't forget that you occupied the front page of the Daily Prophet a while ago."

Saila glanced at the people around without any trace, and finally her eyes stopped on the left side, and the corner of her lips raised a meaningful arc, "It may not all be curiosity."

She walked over with Zachary on her arm in full view, stopped two yards away from the two of them, nodded slightly, "Long time no see, Mr. Black and...Mr. Potter."

Harry twitched the corners of his mouth a little stiffly, "Well... long time no see, Mo... Miss Condina." Thinking of her identity, he involuntarily tightened his body, his green eyes glanced around, as if wanting to Find something from the crowd.

Sirius next to Harry frowned and stared at the greatly changed girl in front of him—full of confidence, this was a blooming rose, completely different from the girl who was trembling and hiding in the small classroom three years ago.

"I thought you wouldn't be here in your identities." Saila said meaningfully.Who doesn't know that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are incompatible? "Did I miss something? That's a pity."

"No...we..." Harry tugged at his collar in embarrassment.

"I heard you're back, so I want to come and see." Sirius said stiffly.

Sara lifted the hem of her skirt amid Zachary's chuckle and saluted, "It's a great honor."

Sirius frowned even deeper.

A strange silence spread in this corner for a while.

When Zachary was about to say something to break the silence, he suddenly froze, and then recovered without anyone noticing. He calmly whispered in Sierra's ear: "There are people from the Ministry of Magic over there. Need to go over and say hello...together?"

Saila shook her head. After thinking for a while, she turned around and fiddled with Zachary's bow tie, which was already in place. Such a casual move looked very intimate in the eyes of outsiders, and made people guess before. The eyes of the people they are related to are more ambiguous.

At the dinner party, many newly graduated Slytherins knew Sara. Before she became Condina, she entered Slytherin as a Muggle, which caused quite a stir at the time.

"Are you thinking of something bad, Zachary?" Saila said in a voice only two of them could hear, her emerald green eyes silent.

Zachary smiled meaningfully, "Who knows?"

*****

Seeing Zachary's back submerged in the crowd, Sierra frowned, feeling a little uneasy.

Yes, disturbed.

It's been a long time since she felt this way, she turned around a little irritatedly, and when she saw the savior looking around anxiously, she stretched her brows again, "Mr. Potter, what are you looking for?"

Harry froze for a moment, "No... I mean... no, it's nothing."

"Really? I thought..." Saila chuckled as if thinking of something interesting.

This made Harry's body stiffer, and he was slightly relieved when Sirius spoke.

"I read the Daily Prophet," Sirius said, "You just came back, if you are inconvenient in some places, come to Black Manor and find me."

Sara said in surprise, "Looking for you? No...I mean, you're living in Black Manor now? You're not..." She stopped meaningfully.

"Something happened," Sirius said remorse and remorse crossed his face, but soon submerged, he shrugged pretending to be relaxed, "Qiu also knows that you are back, she has been very worried about you these few years."

It seems that she really missed a lot in the past three years. What made the impulsive, rough-natured, carefree professor become what he is now?It seems that all impetuousness has settled down.

Until now, Sierra retracted the thorn slightly, showing a gentle smile, "There is nothing to worry about, I have been traveling around in the Muggle world."

Sensing her kindness, Sirius breathed a sigh of relief, and he secretly winked at the unsteady child beside him.

"I... saw someone I know, let's leave for a while." Harry said cautiously.

Sara lazily picked up the wine glass without even looking up.

Harry walked away resignedly, although he was embarrassed to face Sierra, but there were more important things waiting for him to figure out.And now he is obviously not suitable to stay here, because the girl who used to be timid is always full of thorns when facing him.

He suddenly remembered the girl with a shy and weird smile who pointed at him with a wand when he was terrified by nightmares and wanted to find Sirius desperately in the fifth grade.

Sirius took the red wine glass from Sierra's hand, and stuffed it with the glass of grass-colored fruit juice, "You're not old enough to drink this."

Saila shrugged indifferently, took a sip of the juice and then smashed it, "Thank you, it tastes good."

Sirius walked to her side and whispered, "This is not the best time for you to come back, why not wait?"

"Wait any longer?" Saila raised her eyebrows, "If you wait any longer, the position of Mrs. Malfoy will not be mine."

Sirius sighed, "Can't you answer more seriously?"

She's serious, Sara curls her lips.

Sirius hesitated for a while, and said cautiously when he spoke again, "You are looking for... that person is not here."

Sai La froze, then glanced at him with a half-smile, "Who?"

"You know who I mean."

Sai La showed an expression of sudden realization, "Didn't he turn into ashes? What do I want him for? He's just a dead man." As he said the last sentence, a gloomy look flashed across his eyes.

The thorns appeared again.Sirius said helplessly, "I hope so."

When Draco and Lucius appeared, he found the sapphire blue figure in the crowd at a glance. She stood with Black and seemed to be having a good conversation.

Speaking of Sirius Black, it took a lot of effort to revitalize the Black family in the past three years. A Gryffindor Black who was expelled from the house behaved like this. I really don’t know whether to say that he is in good health or more seriously ill up.

Draco's eyes only stayed in their direction for a moment before looking away, he had more important things to do now.

The appearance of Lucius quieted the noisy and lively dinner party, and everyone's eyes were focused on him, including Sara—she didn't seem to see the figure behind Lucius.

The old-fashioned opening salutation made Sierra drowsy, and Sirius' light cough made her cheer up, and she gave Lucius a look of interest.

After saying "Have a nice night, everyone", Lucius' eyes rested on Sara for the first time—the corners of his eyes twitched violently, and he turned his eyes away, falling on the hall in the hall. With one kick, the blood on the originally pale face seemed to fade away.

He spoke slowly, every word seemed to be crushed through his teeth, "Finally, I have something important to announce."

Everyone stared with bated breath.

Old Greengrass tugged on his robe and raised his noble head.

"The only heir of the Malfoy family will be engaged to Miss Sierra Condina." Lucius paused, and at the last moment, some strange emotions leaked from his pale face, and he moved the corners of his mouth dryly. ,"tonight."

Time almost stopped.

Immediately afterwards, like a good Seeker discovering a Snitch, everyone's eyes were fixed on Sera.

With a smug smile on the corner of her mouth and a proud arc of her jaw, Sara walked past Sirius who seemed to have been cast a petrified spell, and old Greengrass with a dark face, and finally stopped at Lide. Laco was two yards away, looking at him with a smile.

Draco took two steps forward with a smile, took her hand in full view of everyone, kissed the back of her hand with his thin lips, and finally hugged her into his arms like a treasure.

He turned his head slightly and stared at the girl who bloomed like a dazzling rose in front of him. There was an emotion in his gray-blue eyes that wanted to swallow the person in front of him, and his soft lips gently caressed her cheek. , said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "My princess, I am yours at last."

Then, to his satisfaction, the princess's mask shattered.

*****

He had always known what his princess was afraid of, and he had always known what she wanted.

Three years ago, the deceit, concealment, calculation, and betrayal between them severely scratched the immature relationship, but three years later, not only did they not heal, but they were torn apart by doubts and temptations, and became more bloody dripping.

Can't heal, can't make up... and can't let go.

But this is not an endless loop, it just takes time.

The premise is that they belong to each other.

——Perhaps this is the only consensus between the two of them at this time.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Zabini and the little Daisy who was smiling shyly in his arms, and then returned his attention to the piranha dancing with him in front of him, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Sierra raised her eyes lazily, and Draco motioned her to look towards Zabini, "Do you think that girl looks a bit like you?" She passed by.

"Greenhouse flowers?" Sara asked sarcastically.

"No." Draco whispered in her ear, "a poisonous snake with its fangs hidden."

Sierra scowled, "I'm afraid I can't say 'thank you for the compliment'."

"A little joke, Sierra, don't be so sensitive." Draco sighed, although this was the reaction he had expected, and he was already fully prepared to respond, "Even if it makes you uncomfortable Glad, I still have to say... you are even more charming now."

Saila eased her expression, raised her eyebrows and said, "It seems that you have perfected your hypocrisy in the past three years. The Ministry of Magic is indeed a hotbed for a Malfoy."

sharp teeth.Draco evaluated silently in his heart, "Merlin testifies, I am praising you, I will never hide anything from you, if you want, I can invite anyone from the Ministry of Magic to talk to you about my past three years Things that happened."

"Including Greenglass?"

Draco frowned slightly distressed, "That's just a plan - it's not easy to lure you out, only that guy Brain can contact you, you haven't stepped into the magic world for three years, you must Something has to happen that touches your bottom line."

The originally elegant and smooth dance steps paused for a moment. Sierra scanned the surroundings as soon as she turned her body, but she didn't find the Hufflepuff. She acted casually, "Bottom line? Are you so confident in yourself?"

Draco put his arms around her waist, his gray-blue eyes stared deeply at the pair of emerald gemstones, like an aggressor, "No, I'm confident in our experience - irreplaceable, isn't it ?”

Sierra was a little lost, but quickly turned her head to avoid his sight and remained silent.

The beauty trick seemed to have failed, Draco looked helplessly at the golden hair, from this angle he could still observe the slightly trembling eyelashes.His eyes gradually softened. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he would hold his princess in his arms to comfort her, and let all the anxiety be wiped out in the kiss. Now, he can only hold himself back and say softly: "I always remember you Your wish - you want to leave the magic world. But you shouldn't have left so hastily at that time, or you should have kept in touch with me. But the fact is, there is a gap of three years between me and you."

After the initial restlessness settled, his patience grew by leaps and bounds, as he waited for news from her while he was busy with his family and the Ministry of Magic.

Until his mother's words woke him up.

[Instead of waiting in place, it is better to actively hunt. 】

is not that right?His princess has already shed her disguise, but is it really useful to wait and pay silently for a poisonous snake that shows its fangs and gives the enemy a fatal blow?

He himself is a Slytherin through and through - hiding all intrigues and tricks under gentleness.At this point, no one does it better than a Malfoy.

Sierra's eyes widened in confusion. Gradually, a struggling expression appeared on her face, but finally she stayed on pale exhaustion. She pressed her cheek against Draco's chest and whispered softly, "I'm back, fortunately... …You still here."

After the song was over, Draco greeted Lucius, then led Sierra away from the crowd, and walked into the inner house of Malfoy Manor.

The candle flames danced on the wall, the dim light elongated the shadows of the two, and the clasped hands seemed to fuse together.

The two remained silent, but the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before, and they were no longer so confrontational and cautious.

Draco stopped at the door of a room. The exquisite door was carved with ancient and exquisite patterns. He gently pushed it open and said to the unknown Sierra: "Go in, I will wait for you outside."

Sara looked at him with some doubts, but walked in obediently. The moment the door was closed, Draco suddenly grabbed her wrist, and Slytherin, who had always been able to handle everything easily, was finally shattered at this moment. With the mask off, a kind of resignation and determination as if he was sinking his boat leaked from his pale and delicate face, as well as a vaguely weird...maliciousness.

"Sira, you heard me clearly—no matter what, only I will always be here waiting for you."

So...you just have to come out and you are mine.