Bride of the HP Dragon

"Go away!" Granger yelled, her eyes so wide that Draco could see the little golden spots in her pupils.

"I've already drawn it," Draco said, but the answer lost his usual tact.He doesn't want to be very polite right now, it's too much energy.

And he was suffering from a hangover and lust, and he didn't want to have another heated argument with the irascible Hermione Granger.

Maybe she'd agree to catch up on sleep...another hour or two?Just now she was lying under him, like the puppet doll they used to practice the resurrection spell in their sixth grade charm class.Although the lovely soft figure is gone, it is still very warm to the touch.

But the rosy glow on her face at this moment betrayed her, she looked like she was going to find a hole in the ground to get into.

"Now, let me go!" she repeated, harsher than last time.The stunned expression that looked like a house elf just now disappeared, and she changed back to the familiar expression of the female student president.

Draco sighed inwardly, not wanting that in his heart.

Her fingernails were scratching his shoulder hard, and he should have complained about it, but he just twitched his face.

The girl was a shrew, but a damn good bedmate, and he'd never been more exhausted than he was today.His hardness had been drained, but the frenzied movement of her writhing beneath him caused delightful hot rubbing.

Cursing secretly, he forced himself to fall off her body and lay down heavily on the mattress.

Perhaps, Draco thought, he should explain.But the problem is he doesn't know what happened between the two of them leaving the graduation party together and when he wakes up with a hangover.Other memories were as muddled as the first Hogwarts class, and every time he tried to dig into the information in his drunken head, he came up blank.Maybe those wild, alcohol-filled nights with Goyle's gang, pushing the limits of humanity, had screwed his head.

Draco gave up his memory, he thought he had amnesia.

"Granger, I don't think you..."

He turned out to be talking to the air, only to see a leg flash past behind the bathroom door, which then slammed shut, knocking the blinds across the room.

After a while, the door opened again, and a hand fished out the bra hanging on the doorknob like lightning.

Then the door was slammed shut again.

Draco, not worried about it at all, pulled the messy sheet over himself, and closed his eyes when the sound of water in the bathroom came.

Hermione tried not to look at the huge heart-shaped mirror on the pink wall. The shower was on, but she didn't rinse it off.Until the bathroom was full of steaming water vapor, she reached out and wiped away the condensation on the mirror.

Hermione stared blankly at herself in the mirror.

The girl in the mirror was blue-black under the eyes, pale, with red and swollen lips.The lips are slightly raised as usual, but this morning, they are twice as red and swollen as usual.She bit her lower lip, there was a small bruise on her lip, and her tongue hurt like it was being torn.The corners of Hermione's mouth and under the right earlobe were dry and congealed. She shook her hand and touched the fine hickey on the side of her neck.She pushed all the water-stained hair away from her face, and she saw that the makeup on her face was all gone.The quick-drying mascara was all gone, deepening the dark circles under her eyes, the lipstick was gone, and one pearl earring looked missing.

Hermione thought her eyes looked more numb than usual, but she didn't think her pupils were a seductive color either.In her impression, brown eyes have a utilitarian feature, not at all like Harry's breathtaking emerald eyes, nor like Ron's fickle and frivolous hazel eyes, nor the Malfoy family's blade-like eyes. Cold silver.

Malfoy.

Hermione groaned, covering her face with her hands.She realized he probably didn't remember, and she wasn't sure if she'd be relieved or ashamed.Maybe this bastard is already ready to throw himself into the next game with joy...

Hi!She couldn't bear to imagine that, even though she could vividly recall how she had wanted Malfoy five or six hours earlier.He was domineering, yet she felt a deep muscle pull that she had never felt before, and now she was finally sober and back to reality.There is a dull pain in the lower abdomen, but this is not the kind of discomfort that usually occurs when menstruation comes.It was unfortunate that she hadn't been able to get over this painful memory after the orgy.

Hermione didn't drink much, she only drank with her friends three or two times, and once with her cousins ​​at home during the New Year.After sharing a bottle of Tabatio tequila with Harry and Ron, she would have a horrible hangover and throw up.

Hermione relaxed instead when she remembered everything.She has always been logical, and when faced with a difficult situation, she can always come up with a solution by recalling the source of the matter and what she did.But, her mind was screaming, sleeping with Draco Malfoy was an extremely difficult dilemma.

"Graduation party." She murmured to herself in the mirror, with a tone of self-blame.

The girl in the mirror looked back at her with a look of desperation, admitting that the prom party, booze and carousing had made her fall again since she turned herself into Millicent Burst's cat in second grade. An extreme loss of judgment.

Exactly how the graduation party made her lose her mind is still a mystery, after all, there is nothing really worth celebrating.Voldemort was still very powerful, and Death Eaters were still making sporadic attacks on wizards' houses.Oro had been recruited en masse into the Ministry of Magic, and the alert level was still high, and given the circumstances, the celebrations shouldn't have been so frenzied.

She still remembered that she used magic to automatically put on her dress robe before the official ceremony of stepping down as the head of the female student council.She walked into the auditorium three and 10 minutes after the party officially began, just as the festivities were reaching their climax.

She was taken by the atmosphere, too, with students in pairs everywhere, laughing, dancing, and engaging in all sorts of "deep and meaningful" conversations, as evidenced by their rich expressions.

Their NEWTS exams have been successfully completed, no more exams, no more classes.No need to think about battling evil, dealing with fanatical wizards, or having to take arithmetic and divination lessons the next morning.In two weeks, she will leave the place she has called home for the past seven years, never to return.She has accomplished a lot at Hogwarts, doing things she never imagined before.

But she may still have regrets.

She felt that she would miss most of her time at Hogwarts, and seeing the familiar faces of her classmates made her more anxious.Suddenly, she felt like the depressing reality of finishing her favorite student president's room, moving permanently back to her former bedroom at her parents' house, and spending the summer.

Maybe it was seeing Harry, who was smiling for the first time in weeks, as a beautiful blond Hufflepuff was whispering to him.Or because Simmons Finnegan in a tuxedo was risking Ron's wrath by kissing Ginny passionately.Parvati Patil is gleefully flaunting her engagement ring around the halls, despite the fact that she and Justin Finch have been on and off four times this year.

Even the Slytherins were uncharacteristically animated, with Gregory Goyle laughing with his arms around Pansy Parkinson on his lap, and Blaise Zabini with his usual Head of School gravitas The expression ushered a grinning Ravenclaw girl off the dance floor.

Hermione stood in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by more than 100 students, dizzy from the feeling of parting, full of strange sadness and melancholy, and finally, an inexplicable sense of loneliness hit her.

She rushed to the drinks table, and for the next two hours she was lonely and melancholy.

After three or four non-alcoholic drinks, she noticed Draco Malfoy.

Her companions were at the other end of the hall, lounging close to the door on the left, while he watched the crowd with an indescribable expression, arms folded on his chest, wearing a finely tailored gown Standing in the shadow cast by the candlelight on him.

If the story is told in a more romantic version, their eyes meet through the crowd, each other's eyes are calm but meaningful, full of throbbing between the two for several years.But this was Draco Malfoy, and Draco Malfoy was neither sentimental nor romantic, staring at the crowd and Hermione watching him.

She stared at him for a long time, everyone looked at Draco Malfoy, it was so hard not to stare at him.He is really perfect. He is the captain and seeker of the Slytherin Quidditch team. Academically, he is a top five student at Hogwarts. Teal had a better grade and was 3.5 points lower than Hermione herself.

He wasn't exactly the most cunning and sinister Slytherin, and he always swaggered around the school as if the world was made to turn for him.Oh, and he also happens to be an irredeemably horrible guy.

Draco Malfoy's personality hadn't changed much over the years, but he had grown in a way.There were almost irrational reasons why Hermione had taken an unchecked interest in Malfoy that night alone in all that time.She's just a girl, and she guesses the rush of youthful hormones makes her act that way.Usually, she repressed her impractical urges, and her opinion of Malfoy hadn't changed, but she still found it amusing that one person could both admire and dislike another.

To her own amazement, she took the steps to walk across the hall towards Malfoy with two drinks in hand, questioning where on earth her courage had come from.

She noticed that Draco's trousers had a slight bulge on the left side of the crotch, which meant he liked to keep that thing on the left side.Hermione's face flushed at the thought, but it was hard to see because the hall was only dimly lit by candles, and everyone else was too busy to pay attention to her.

A sudden whim came to her, imagining what that part of him would look like, maybe as pale as his, maybe pink when excited.She imagined how he would feel to the touch, the heat and the weight in her hand, what it would be like if she ran her thumb over that wet front.She imagined him closing his eyes and moaning silently.

It wasn't realistic, obviously Draco Malfoy wasn't a normal human being who showed his emotions, even at a moment like this.Even on such a wild night, as the consummate Head Girl, she was allowed access to all the house common rooms, as well as the hidden corners of the castle frequented by furtive students.She had heard many whispers and shrill giggles.

If the exaggerated rumors of the senior girls at Hogwarts are to be believed, family factors aside, Draco Malfoy is definitely a sought-after mate.

Hermione's mouth was dry when she walked in front of him, and her sanity had already flown to the sky.A numb, impulsive feeling swept over her body, her nerves were strongly stimulated, and she felt that she was facing a realistic self-challenge.

Their eyes met, he met her gaze, then looked her up and down haughtily.

Then they talked, at first innocuously bantering with each other, which seven years of experience had made them very good at.Then the conversation gradually turned to prefect affairs, and he played with his wand as he spoke, twisting it around his slender fingertips.

It wasn't until she asked about his plans after graduation that he realized she wasn't here to check that the only prefect who wasn't drunk was doing his job well.

He was shocked for a few seconds while Hermione thanked the absurd situation, her confidence dissipating with a thunderous heartbeat.

Malfoy stared at her, his silver-gray eyes darting rapidly to gather information and analyze the situation.He frowned slightly, and a look of doubt and amusement flashed across his handsome face for a moment.And then he smiled, not phony or playful or smug, but a slow, knowing smile that even a vampire would forget to bite.

He stood up straight, almost two heads taller than her.

"Maybe you want to go somewhere less... lively?" he asked deadpan.There was no hypocrisy or arrogance in his words at this time. She had never heard him speak to other people like this. It was obvious that he had a great talent for it but was unwilling to use it.

Hermione thought back to the time when she shouldn't have remained calm.She was more used to Harry's endearing innocence and Ron's genuine charisma.Her legs were already tensely brought together under her gown, and she was at a moral crossroads.

So Hermione's evil thoughts at this moment can be roughly summarized as follows:

Behind Door No. [-], Miss Granger, you should lie in your own bed, under your own quilt, have a safe and harmless pseudo-sexual dream, and then jokingly tell your friends the next morning that you Late to court Draco Malfoy!

Behind door number two, if you push it heroically, it's a one-way ticket to hell, filled with brimstone.Grill?I am very sure of that.punish?There must be no doubt.But this demon has ancient glacial eyes and fantastic hands like you've never seen on anyone else.Even if you hate him and the positions he takes, tonight, you can get something out of him that he has to offer...  

Malfoy, that damned expert at reading people's hearts, seemed to have guessed Hermione's hesitation.He waited quietly for her to think it over, and then stretched out his arm.He was also the son of the same Death Eater who had been haughty since first grade, yet his maturity overshadowed the other boys.Draco was already a man at his core.

It must be related to the clothes. Maybe spending a month’s salary to buy a high-end dress can get rid of the lack of confidence in the future, restlessness and nervous stuttering.

Hermione may have scored the highest NEWTS score in a century, but she thought she was a complete idiot when she stopped remembering, and then she stepped into the tacky colored shower and stood under the scalding water.The countless bruises on her body hurt because of this, and she flinched.

She grabbed soap and a towel, trying desperately to wash off the marks of the night before.

Her hands were brutally scrubbing a bruise on her hipbone.

But it's all futile, just like marriage tattoos don't wash off easily.