[HP] Tom next door to Mary

Holding a magic wand, she flicked complicated styles, dried the skirt on her body, pulled off the belt around her waist, wrapped it around her hair, and dried her hair with heat.

"Mary."

Riddle looked at her still subconsciously curling the corner of her skirt, as if it was still wet, "Why haven't you done it yet?"

This is not to blame, because it is already getting dark and the temperature difference is relatively large, so he doesn't want to spend too long here.

Mary snorted, and lifted her shoes to follow his pace, "We need to find a place to stay, and then, I'm going to go back."

"Oh? Killing? Can I see your news in the Daily Prophet?" Riddle sneered.

"No, I'm going to get my mother's things back." Mary didn't have time to care about his ridicule, and sighed, "Mom has paid a lot for me."

At this moment, Riddle quickened his pace and left Mary behind, only to hear Mary say from behind: "Of course, Tom, you saved me, don't go so fast—are you angry?"

Of course he was angry!He was also mad that she had just stood up nonchalantly and started using the Heat Charm.

"I think, if you are brought to court for saving me, I will definitely try my best to get you out!" Mary showed her loyalty, and ran forward to hold his hand, which stopped him from going further. Fast pace.

"I don't need you to do that, Mary," he said impatiently. "I'm sure they don't care about these things."

Mary stopped talking and just followed Riddle.She was actually a little nervous, she had never gotten along with Riddle like this, so that after that kiss, she stood up in a panic and packed her clothes, she didn't dare to look at Riddle again.

Now that I think about it, am I being too impulsive, didn't I just say that I didn't like him a few days ago?If they were really together, she would be four years older than Riddle!Riddle hadn't even graduated from Hogwarts yet!

She is too much!

Mary seriously considered the feasibility of being with Riddle, and her eyes fell on the hands they held together. She quickly let go, but couldn't restrain herself from holding them back. She had to admit that no one would resist a hand that came for her. juvenile.

But what if Riddle was just on a whim?A kiss is just a kiss, and he has no shortage of girl kisses.And she was afraid that her love affair would fail again.

Mary held and loosened it many times, and finally the other person couldn't help asking: "Do you think this is fun?"

"No." She said dryly, thinking that Riddle was really just excited for a moment, and was blinded by the sea water. He must think that no matter how bad the orphanage is, she is his only little friend.

Riddle gave Mary an odd look, and walked on.They didn't know where they were, so they could only tell by the fireworks in the distance that there was a village around them.

The temperature difference between day and night was quite large, and Mary had to follow behind rubbing her hands, hoping that there would be a place for them to settle down.

Fortunately, bad luck always brings sweetness. They found a hotel in the village ahead. She was still thinking about using the Transfiguration Charm to solve the problem of the accommodation fee, and Riddle had already paid for it.

All her money was divided among those people, Mary thought plaintively.

"You guys are here for vacation? You're looking fresh." The proprietress of the hotel said with a smile, "Do you need to bring some special products back? We have—"

"No, we want hot water." Mary declined the sales promotion from the proprietress.

"Fivepence for a room with hot water."

The proprietress put the pennies into her palms one by one, and said brokenly: "Young people, don't play too late, the sound insulation is not good, don't disturb others to sleep."

Mary curled her lips, "Isn't our room a double bed?"

The proprietress was happy, "We have never had such a standard here."

"Then let's order another one." She turned to look at Riddle, who shook his head expressionlessly.She understands that the money is not enough!

If she wasn't too tired, she would definitely go back and ask Kramer for money. It seems that they can only make do for one night.

They took a bath one after another and could only wear their original clothes.This hotel is really not very good, but you can't ask too much, she can stay well in any environment.

She still used the old method to dry her hair. If the room wasn't too small, she would use the duplication spell to turn the bed into another one.But now it can only be spread out with the Transformation Curse.

When Riddle came out, he threw him a towel, "Copied, new, I never used it."

Riddle didn't speak, just sat on the bed and brushed his hair silently.

She sat on the cushion on the ground with her chin in her hands and looked at him in a daze, before calling his name in a daze: "Tom."

He glanced down at her, which made her continue to ask: "Do you know who your father is?"

Riddle paused his hand and didn't answer, but Mary didn't know that she had stepped on Lei, and she still said to herself: "I don't know who my father is. My name is Kramer because my mother's name is Kramer." Remo, but this name has brought me great pain, I may never mention this name again, maybe, I will always be Mary."

"Then do you regard me as the object of your confidance?" Riddle asked sullenly.

"...I didn't mean that, I'm just sad, I want to talk, I can only tell you." She pressed her chin on her knees, tilted her head and said aggrievedly: "There is no one around me to talk about."

"Where is Dumbledore? Don't you always 'but Dumbledore thinks so'?" Riddle didn't stop his bad words, he threw the towel aside, got out of bed and sat next to Mary, a series of Under the movement, the water droplets in the hair splashed on Mary.

I don't know whether he was really satirizing Mary's "no one around to tell" or was angry that Mary mentioned that damn Muggle to him.

"Why mention Dumbledore? Are you still angry about that? Tom, I don't think it's a problem. He takes good care of Hagrid. He must not believe that Hagrid can make such a thing happen." Mary felt that he was baffled, Stretching out his hand to wipe the water droplets splashed on her body, he brought the candle tray by the bed a little closer - Riddle's face in the dark room looked even more terrifying.

Riddle stopped talking. He thought he and Mary had different thoughts and couldn't talk at all.Did he come to save her just to see how she quarreled with him with her nasty mouth?

Mary was also unhappy, she felt that her empathy with Riddle was negative.She thought of all the pasts of their childhood, and he almost killed her when they met again-even now, she still has lingering fears when she thinks back!And there were all sorts of unpleasant quarrels.This gave her a huge discount on her enthusiasm today.

Or the dusk was so beautiful, she saw the mottled water droplets on his nose at that time.

They are so angry, and it is as difficult to reconcile as all adolescent children.

Mary couldn't stand this kind of torture, she thought to forget it, she would not give Riddle any sympathy tonight, she wanted to sleep on the bed, and let Riddle lie on the floor by himself!

Unexpectedly, just as she was about to get up, she was grabbed by Riddle's arm. If there was a situation where she could just fall into his arms, it would be to underestimate Riddle himself.

He would just press her directly under him, clamp her hands, and prevent her from taking out her wand.

Riddle sneered, "Is there a wand now?"

He directly snatched her wand, and stroked slowly from her forehead to the tip of her nose, and finally to her lips, with a sullen tone, "Your wand is only for me, isn't it? It's for everyone else." No reservations, is that so, Mary?"

He wanted to pry her mouth open with a magic wand, and he suddenly realized that he should have been extremely angry, but to put it bluntly, he was just a little bit annoyed, and it was more because he wanted to deal with the indescribable current situation. a catharsis.This is a kind of dreamlike weaving of psychology and physiology, which conceals what he wants to do.

But he was still very happy, as if everything had slowed down. When Mary answered him, every pronunciation seemed to be gently licking the magic wand.

Riddle slowly arched his body, he put his wand aside, stroked her cheek from her chin with one hand, and stretched out his finger with the other hand, and inserted it into her mouth, with some resistance, because she was not good at all disobedient.But Mary was sure to be like this, and he was very used to it.

Like a child getting a new toy, he fiddled with her tongue with two fingers without any wearyness, listening to those wonderful entanglement sounds in a small hotel with poor sound insulation.

What is she?Are you giving in to him?Or is it a disguise?

Riddle thought, he had found a new saving grace in her, he had to admit, this was completely magical!

He pulled his hand out, pinched her face again, and the liquid remained on her face.The other hand found time to move her wand farther away, and he saved a sliver of sanity just in case.

Then he bent down completely, and re-entered the blurred atmosphere. It can be said that he pressed her lips innocently and realized a well-behaved kiss without any technique at all.

It's so weird.

He never learned to kiss, and he once thought that he never needed to communicate with others in such an ugly way.He even thought that he was going to keep this a secret, and no one was allowed to know what he did with Mary on his own initiative.

This is not at all reassuring.

He'd now like it to turn into a slapstick, like it had been before.This way he can completely ignore her eyes, and damn it, why doesn't Mary resist?

Fortunately, Mary finally fulfilled his expectation, and she recovered from her trance. For some reason, her resistance was only desperately yearning for a deeper sinking.

"Tom, do you like me?"

She asked this question, which is really profound.

He froze for a moment, not knowing how to answer according to his erudition.

"I want my wand." Mary should have seen his doubts. She suddenly found that she knew Riddle's habits very well, so her reaction to Riddle was also unexpected.

She tried to get out from under him. He might have been expecting a fight, but he didn't stop her at all. As soon as she took hold of the wand, he drew it out and prepared to meet everything below.

And Mary just said a simple sound-proofing charm, and then put the wand aside again.

"Now you can kiss me."

She moved closer to him.

"Or I'll kiss you."

The author has something to say: I don't need to say more about who is the younger brother?

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