[HP] Tom next door to Mary

Riddle woke up early.

Not only did he listen to the morning birds for a long time, but he also kept this posture for a long time!

The reason is that this guy Mary slept next to him.

His sleep was very light, and Mary was so bad that at least her movements woke him up three times.

What a headache.

Now, she wrapped her arms around his waist again, and buried her head in the hollow of his neck.

He felt aggrieved like the tattered bear dolls in her family.To make matters worse, he would have the same physical response that he couldn't miss every morning since his teenage years.

Damn.

It's all Mary's fault.

After another good reason, he pulled Mary's floppy curls viciously, finally waking her from her unsteady dream.

Mary muttered sleepily: "It hurts, don't let others sleep."

"It's already morning."

"How early?" she asked vaguely.

"About five forty."

Mary lowered her head all of a sudden, and took a deep breath.

"Mary?" Riddle asked again, but unfortunately she had already returned to sleep.

Seeing that this was fruitless, he planned to use Mary's method—he reached out to touch her head, resting his palm on the back of her head, and gently pulled her back so that they could maintain a suitable distance.

In the end, he just had to bow his head and kiss her lips.

He's a good student and is making deep use of analogy.

During the entanglement of lips and tongue, she will also have a weak response.For example, there will be a whimper or something at the right time.

Alas, his Mary is so interesting.

He has learned new enthusiasm, but his kisses are a bit jerky, after all, he doesn't do this kind of thing with her often.

Then, he had an association that he thought was very romantic.

It was another form of lingering, and he occasionally heard people talking about it, which jerk he had forgotten-in short, kisses can be used in many places.

He touched her forehead with his fingers and went down.Like her before, he gently scratched her eyelashes, feeling the slightest itch.

Then outline her nose shape, subconsciously listen to her breathing, and judge whether she is really alive.

After getting a satisfactory answer, he continued to move down, slowly rubbing his fingertips against her lips.

She might need to open her mouth wider, Riddle thought.

"Okay, Tom. Come on," just then Mary opened her eyes, "you're making it hard for me to sleep."

She has been awake since he kissed her, and she feels even more strange after the small movements of his fingers, so why not just open her eyes like this.

But Riddle put his finger directly into her mouth, and retracted when it touched the tip of her tongue.Mary, being a well-trained adult as a nurse, of course understood what this was implying, but she nibbled him when he did it again.

Meaning: no.

"Tom, don't you think that's too much to ask?" She moved away from him. "I think that while we can lie together and hug and kiss, the rest is too soon."

Riddle sneered. "My friend said his girls would do that."

"Which friend are you?" Mary paused for a few seconds, focusing on the word friend. Who else could Tom regard as his friend?

"...Abraxas." Riddle didn't remember who said it, so he casually told her a name.

"Malfoy? I don't have a good impression of him."

"What's none of your business?" Riddle lost interest and decided to lie on the bed and sleep for a while.

"Of course it's my fault. If we're together, I won't be able to bear your attitude." Mary frowned and said.

"Have I ever said that?" Riddle was so sensitive to such words that he quickly opened his eyes, his jade-like eyes were cold, "Did I ever tell you to be 'together', Mary? Why are you so self-righteous. "

Mary was at a loss for words, and got up from the bed, her heart was sore, and she was so sad that she was at a loss.

In the end, she only replied to him, then opened the door and walked out.

The landlady was preparing breakfast when Mary came downstairs.

"Are you the only one awake?"

Mary didn't answer the question, but just asked the way back to Kramer's village.

"Young people always quarrel."

She was a little annoyed by her nagging and left quickly.

Mary was always thinking about what Riddle had said to her along the way. She didn't cry, but felt bitter about her current situation. She comforted herself that she already knew what kind of person Tom was.

He was too hateful and would only break her heart.

Fortunately, the two villages were not too far away. When she found that village, she planned to temporarily forget about Riddle.

She clenched the wand tightly in her hand and looked around cautiously—this place was no different from an ordinary village. If it hadn't happened like that, she would never have believed that there were so many evils hidden here.

"Hey Mary!"

Hearing this voice, she almost didn't react. She looked towards the source of the male voice. The man's fiery red hair was a little long, and it was raised by his running movement.

"It's really you! It's incredible! I can see you here!" Ignatius put his hands on Mary's shoulders excitedly, swinging left and right, unable to believe it was really her.

"It's me, Iggy." Mary smiled lightly, "Why are you here?"

"I still want to ask you this question! Do you know that almost all Muggles here were attacked yesterday? We thought it was a dark wizard and brought a few people over to investigate." Ignatius scratched his hair , "Damn it, I don't know what dark wizards are doing to this kind of remote Muggle village. It made us rush here overnight. It's really hard to find."

Mary lowered her eyes, took a deep breath and said, "I did it."

"Oh, I'm just saying why are you here - what, is that you?! Mary!" He quickly pulled her aside, then looked back to see if any other colleagues noticed, "God, Mary! Why are you Will do it! To attack Muggles is to go to Azkaban! Besides... so many!"

Mary told Ignatius exactly what had happened, and she thought it easier to explain motives with the truth.Of course, it wasn't the complete truth, she concealed Riddle's existence.

Someone like Ignatius must be extremely angry after hearing this.

"Poor Mary, it's a good thing they didn't take your wand away, what a bunch of beasts!" Ignatius' red hair was about to explode, he cursed a few bad words, and grabbed Mary again arms, "Come with me!"

He took her to Kramer's house, gestured to punch Kramer, and finally turned back to Mary and said, "There's no point in me punching him, alas... we gave them Magic, now let them go back to their own homes to stay quietly, my colleagues have already gone door to door to get rid of the spell. Mary, if you want to do something, it doesn't matter, I will help you."

Mary swallowed. She raised her wand and pointed at the trembling Kramer family, but she didn't know how to deal with it. She hated them, but she was not as decisive as Riddle, and she didn't even have Igne Hughes was decisive.

"Ig, I want you to do me another favor. I want them to keep the memory of yesterday." Mary flicked her wand, and summoned the photo belonging to her mother and her purse, "then erased All the memories of magic from yesterday."

Let them be heretics among Muggles and end up in a mental hospital.

Touching the picture of her mother, she said bitterly: "This is nothing compared to what my mother and I have suffered."

"I promise you." Ignatius nodded.

"God will punish you wizards! And that wizard! You will!" Alice screamed from behind her father.

"The wizard?" Ignatius asked puzzled.

"It's nothing, Ig." Mary pushed him out the door. "Don't mind the madman."

She wasn't sure if other people would use Legilimency to see what happened yesterday, but she was [-]% sure they didn't want to use advanced magic on Muggles, and with a wizard's confession, they had no reason not to believe it.

What's more, Ignatius has attributed this matter to the dark wizard.

They were walking outside the village, talking like nothing happened.

"How's it going, oh, I mean, I hope you're doing well apart from this." Ignatius quickly changed his words, "After all... we, alas, anyway It is my wish that you live well."

Just as Mary was about to say something, the others got ahead of her.

"I don't think that's one of your worries, Mr. Prewett."

The black-haired boy did not know when he appeared, his expression was still cold, even a bit hostile.His clothes are a little wrinkled, and his overall image is slightly compromised, but his momentum has not declined.

Ignatius snorted, "Riddle? Did you come with Mary?"

Riddle didn't answer him. Mary was afraid that Riddle would reveal that he was using magic as a minor, so she answered the call: "He came with me! Because I'm a student, the summer vacation is not too busy, so I asked him to come with me!"

Ignatius pursed his lips, nodded, and asked, "When are you going back to London, Mary?"

"Go back now, I'm here to pick her up."

He responded quickly this time, took Mary's hand, and continued: "I think it's time to say goodbye at this time, Mr. Prewett."

Mary glared at Riddle, hurriedly thanked Ignatius, and followed his footsteps back.

In this way, the train ticket became two.

"Here you are." Mary bought bread and milk from the conductor and handed them to Riddle, neither of them mentioned what happened this morning.

Riddle didn't speak, and she didn't express her opinion to him.

She took out Joanna's photo and looked silently, she was looking for similarities between herself and her.

But as I said before, this photo is really not good-looking. Even if Mary is crying, she is not so lifeless.

At this moment, Riddle snatched the photo quickly, and took it to look at the rarely seen sun outside the window for comparison.

"You pay me back!"

Mary became even more angry, and immediately tried to get the photo back.

While Riddle blocked her with one hand, and was rummaging in his pocket with the other hand, Mary saw him take out a pen.

With doubts, she put her hands on his shoulders and watched the movements of his hands.

I really don't know where he got this gadget again, it reminded her of the red pen when she was a child.This time, though, it was magical—Riddle had made a few random strokes on the photo, and the photo had been colored, and the eyes were as bright as Mary's green.

Riddle raised his hand, motioning for her to put the photo away.

Turning his head sideways, his eyes were cold and gloomy, as always.

Their noses touched, and if the sun had shone through the window, her breathing would have been disrupted.

Coincidentally, the sun did exactly that.

"If you're still mad, then I apologize."

"I'm still angry," Mary replied, thinking she must still be angry, so she could feel the burning on the side of her face.

"Then...I'm sorry, Mary."

He paused, lifted his chin almost slightly, and got her lips, just sucked slightly.

"May I kiss you again now, my Mary."

It's milky.

The author has something to say: Mary did not apply to be on the list this time, and there is no rigid rule on how much more I should be hahaha.

Write a small theater.

Mary (very angry): Where did you hear that!

Riddle: Abraxas.

The other side of Britain: Malfoy Manor.

Abu, who was doing his summer homework, sneezed in an ordinary way:?I am sick.

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