HP for world peace

The night is long and endless.

The cold moonlight slanted down from the window, covering the ground with silver light, casting the blur of night.The moon is as cool as water, but it has an irresistible tenderness.

The breeze is floating, and in the night, the stars are mixed together, and they are confused into an inexplicable light and shadow with agitation.In the darkness, sinking.

The frost falls in the room, the dark curtains are dotted with tassels, and the luxury is hidden in the twilight.

The fingertips caressed the person under him, and the rippling tenderness was like water, trying to please him, listening to him whispering in his ear.In the silence of the night, the murmured voice is intoxicating.

Lingering delicate skin, in the faint moonlight white and moist.His snow-white and slender body was exposed to the air, and he was born slender, handsome and elegant, making him intoxicated.

Biting his lips, changing the foam, touching the tip of his tongue, just wanting more.

"Hmm..." The unbearable moan made him breathe harder.

"Vik..." The low-pitched call was exchanged for the slight struggle of the person under him.Leaning down and squeezing her body between his legs, a gentle and delicate kiss fell on the corner of his lips, his chin, and the fine eyelids.He could feel his fiery body against his slightly cool skin, extremely delicate.

All the way down, licking and biting the side of his neck, "Vik..."

"Huh?" The snorting and elegant voice responded, causing his breath to stagnate, his heart to shake, his blood surging, and he just wanted to do something.Such as kissing him, possessing him.

He lowered his head to hold the red cornel on his chest, grinding the tips of his teeth lightly.The person under him panted lightly and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, causing him to laugh lowly, extremely proud.Can't help falling red plum blossoms on his white chest, licking and biting his delicate collarbone, thinking of his beauty, "Vik, you made me commit a crime."

"Voldy..." A pair of moist eyes looked at him softly, as if they could shed tears at any time, but in the next second, the soft eyes like spring water narrowed their eyes, half a smile was not a smile, with an extremely thought-provoking sentiment, saying no Qing's ambiguous float stirred his mood, and the clear and elegant voice said to him softly and gently as usual, "Forgive you not guilty."

Let his heart beat wildly, and fall into this dangerous temptation.She couldn't help but leaned over to kiss him, the tip of her tongue penetrated into his mouth, slipped across the teeth, entangled with her tongue, and glistening saliva flowed down the corner of her mouth.

Thoughts are darkly knotted, just like a wave of water rushing into the mind, light words, lingering in the intoxication, lively and fragrant.

Snow-white and slender legs hooked his waist, silently inviting.

An unforgettable face, the brows were stretched freely, the scarlet eyes were a bit ghostly, coquettish and indifferent, and there was a vague smile on the corner of the lips.

Looking at this face, the thoughts buried deep in his heart agitated, evoking the deep in his heart...

The desire is already deep, and the passion is performed without any scruples. The romance has a starting point, showing perfect postures to each other, open and coquettish.

Clutching his slender waist, he slammed hard.

"Vik...you are mine."

Suppressed panting, hoarse whispers, bloody pride, full of familiar and confusing atmosphere, "Even if I am a devil?"

"Extremely happy, waiting for you to invite me to hell with you. My Duke."

Drunk in dreams at night, joy in thorns, your figure makes me intoxicated.

You will be the story of my only night...

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Panting and struggling to wake up from the wonderful dream, Voldemort sat blankly on the bed and his mind went blank. After being shocked, he recalled the entanglement, throbbing, and deep sinking of the blood in the dream.

His forehead was raised, and the thin bangs left a shadow on his young face. His gaze swept over the part under the quilt where he was in high spirits. Voldemort twitched the corners of his mouth, and murmured, "Voldemort, you're finished..."

The heart was still beating fiercely, reminding him of the joy in his dream, and his body's real reaction.He is in love.

Love who?

It's ridiculous to fall in love with one's own father.

Reason is clamoring at him that he shouldn't fall in love with this person, but he has been haunted by that person recently.When he is around, a pair of eyes can't help but look at him, and I like to see him smile.This hobby started when he was young, from the first time he saw him.I still remember that it was the end of spring, when the temperature was comfortable, and he was one of the passers-by on the crowded road. When he passed that street, he bumped into that person and smiled at him.She smiles prettier than anyone else, and is gentler than anyone else.

When I met that person, I felt that I would be naive, and I would actually feel dissatisfied because that Abbott. Edward was close to him, and even ordered someone to follow him.

At first, Dimly just felt that his abnormal emotions were very inappropriate, so he found an excuse to hide from him for half a month because he was busy with his studies.His abnormality was noticed by his good friends, the Malfoy brothers and sisters. This kind of unruly feelings towards his father would make anyone entangled.It seems lucky that Laura. Malfoy, whom he strongly rejected at the beginning, found that she was not as superficial as she appeared after deepening the relationship. wise.

It was this friend who was different from other noble ladies in Slytherin who enlightened him, so that he let go of his grudges and communicated with his father as usual.It's just that when I look at him, I feel more and more that his appearance is handsome, his expression is cute, and his every move is so charming.It seems that what I found in him are all advantages, even his sneer can make me have a different kind of affection.

Flustered, barely calm, pretending to be normal.

Until watching him on the stage, his black robe fluttering, his black hair flying, the smile on his beautiful face was restrained and his expression was cold and arrogant.Standing on a high place, he is like a king, and he is as indifferent and powerful as a god, capturing everyone in an instant, wanting to worship him. Voldemort found a suitable word for his heartbeat that suddenly accelerated at that time, stunning.

Voldemort thought it was not at all awkward to use this word on that person, because the person who amazed him did have a face that not only women were crazy about, but even men couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

Voldemort analyzed his feelings calmly, and he clarified that his feelings for Vikram were called the love that he wanted to get in touch with.

That charming dream was even more provocative, making him aggressive, and began to clamor to possess him from the bottom of his heart.

Facing the cold water, the water splashes, so that the feverish brain is cooled by the cold water and the thinking is more sensitive.Identity, love, ambition.Considering everything together, he would put his ambition first, but recalling his sleepless nights of grief during the two years of his disappearance, he hesitated.There is an obstacle of status in front of love, but there is no conflict between ambition and love, which is more important?

When he stepped into Hogwarts and put on the sorting hat, the sorting hat put him in Slytherin, not because of blood, character, or ambition, but because he was a Slytherin, so he was a Slytherin.that's it.

Slytherin, a silver snake with its head raised on the dark green satin, this is the symbol of Slytherin.They keep their eyes on the goal and move forward step by step. They are tenacious, they are patient, they eliminate all the interference of gossip, they despise all hatred and disdain, because they know what their goal is, and they are willing to bear it. All stress.He was such a Slytherin.

Slytherin conduct 74: Cherish your loved ones, guard your treasures, and never give up.

Slytherin's love manifests itself in their deepness, perhaps their indifference, because no one can put love under the deepest and most impenetrable protection of the heart like us.

Hiding his feelings, he is not qualified to own him now.Unless it is so powerful that everyone is in awe and has the highest status.Otherwise, how dare you fall in love with him who is so unfathomable. If you say that you don't even have the strength to keep him, what if he disappears again?

He couldn't imagine a world without Vikram.

The Duke of Hell will be tired of the devastated world and will willingly return to the abyss, and he will also be tyrannical for losing the person he loved deeply since childhood.

My mind jumped back to that Christmas in the first grade.

From the future back to the self in the past, the powerful letters under the pen tip are only three words - I love you, I want to wrap it in a gift box as a Christmas present and give it to him, and finally crumpled it up and threw it aside for three One word, I miss you.The self-deprecating and a little funny words, "I never thought I would fall in love with him, it was just a sudden heartbeat. When I saw him, I blushed and my heart beat. You will know later, I hope you can enjoy the taste of love at that time. "

I didn't understand it at the time, but now I understand it.

"I hope you will enjoy the taste of being in love at that time."

Voldemort clutched his heart, his dark red eyes sparkled brightly.

The taste of being in love is really wonderful. The unspeakable love for the person I like is buried in my heart, and I can't say it, and I have no ability to say it.It's wonderful...

His eyes darkened, and Voldemort smiled slightly.

This situation is really good.

How about becoming Lord of Slytherin, attaining transcendence, and juggling the Ministry of Magic between applause?

The relationship with Vikram is bound to be a long battle, but fortunately he has enough time to prepare.