Bride of the HP Dragon
Chapter 28
Someone came down the corridor, but it wasn't Bob the Dungeon Warden.Tonks was sure because Bob wore huge boots that made a heavy sound when he walked.But the stranger was light on his feet, and very, very quiet.Tonks could hear the stranger approaching because she had been waiting for this moment ever since she found herself in the dungeon.
Those who imprison others are always fond of scrutinizing their trophies.Sooner or later, even with cronies or people like Bob, the man behind the evil kidnapping will eventually pay a visit.The point is that you have to pay attention, and when you see someone, you recognize that they are behind it.
Now the little window in the upper part of the cell door slid open, and a face emerged, pale, strange, and secretly smug.When Tonks saw Harry Potter's young face staring wide-eyed, it felt like a blow to the chest, but Tonks got himself under control immediately.
If that was Harry, then Dumbledore was disguised by Lady Rosmerta in a brilliant disguise. (Translator's Note: Ms. Rosmerta is the owner of the Three Broomsticks Bar)
"No one likes a show-off," Tonks said, talking.
Harry's face was mottled into a knowing smile, the kind Tonks had seen on fake Draco's face before.
Then this person is responsible for giving orders, and there must be other lackeys, because this dungeon is not small.
"Then you are Malfoy's cousin? The kid from the Andromeda family?" said the shapeshifter.
"If you think you can get away with kidnapping two Oros, then you must be out of your mind." Tonks replied tactfully.
"One Oro," the kidnapper corrected, looking at her thoughtfully. "I'm sure I only kidnapped one."
Tonks freezes, so Bligh dies.She had been skeptical too, but she hoped her instincts were wrong.Moody would retaliate against the young man with a terrific rage, but first Tonks would have to escape and inform him.She tried not to think about Astrid Hudgens, the girl who had a crush on Bly.And Bly's mother, whose name Tonks couldn't remember, but Tonks remembered her beaming and proud face at Oro College's graduation ceremony for her son.
"I like you." The shapeshifter was happy to see Tonks speechless for a moment: "You're not as boring as other Aurors. I guess maybe the blood of the Black family is at work?"
Tonks guessed that the little showoff also knew she was a shapeshifter, and it was best kept as an unspoken secret.
"Who are you?" she asked, "Why didn't you tell me? I can't go anywhere now."
The face staring at her grew serious, showing threefold ambition, the first of which was a clear and long-lasting ecstasy almost identical to Voldemort's.
“I was someone who was ignored, erased, and discarded in order to highlight the existence of waste, but Feng Shui turned.”
Tonks nodded in agreement, pretending to be solemn: "For this little speech, how many times a day do you practice in front of the mirror?"
This made the kidnapper unhappy, the small window was closed with a "snap", and he left decisively with light footsteps. This not-so-intelligent shapeshifting wizard kidnapper left the dungeon.
No one came to Tonks again that day.Speaking of which, neither did the next day.
"Where can you get a newspaper when you want it?" muttered Ron.
No papers were delivered after breakfast this morning because most of the student readers had gone home.Ron hadn't had the same luck finding one in the Gryffindor common room.His fortune came when he spotted a junior walking upstairs with a Hufflepuff from the Daily Prophet under his arm.
"Borrow it?" Ron yelled, and it wasn't a request because he had already grabbed the newspaper.
Ron found Harry by the lake, and he and Ginny were sitting on the stone bench, which was where Hermione liked to go when it was too hot inside.Ron sat down, sighed, spread out the newspaper and began to search for information about Tonks.
He was distracted briefly by an article about the Chudley Cannons' new batsman, but guilt shifted his focus back to finding intelligence on the trouble at hand.
For the first time since learning that Tonks and Bligh had gone missing, they were truly "relaxed," and the worry was tiresome at times.
"Stop." Ginny frowned. She took the newspaper from her reluctant brother and quickly scanned the small article at the bottom of the page: "Narcissa Malfoy dead?"
"What!" Harry asked, "When was it?"
Ginny looked again before answering: "Apparently it's been a while, here it says she died in Scotland. Isn't that where Dumbledore stayed? Professor McGonagall said he was there to attend to some urgent business."
Ron wondered how he'd missed the story: "Is there any mention of how she died?"
"No, just that it was clear that someone had covered up the death and that the Magic Cloth has started an investigation. I don't know if Dumbledore was involved."
"It's terrible," Harry shook his head. "I mean you have to admire her for leaving Lucius in the end. It takes courage, and she doesn't look like the kind of person who yearns for freedom."
Ginny bit her lower lip: "Do you think this has anything to do with Lucius?"
"How?" Ron interrupted. "He can't even wipe his ass if the Ministry of Magic doesn't provide him with toilet paper."
"Good idea, Ronald." Ginny gave Ron an indifferent look.
Harry looked troubled: "Does Malfoy know?"
"I don't think he knows, he's been the same as usual for half a year."
"What's Malfoy like?" Ron asked his sister with interest.
"Frivolous son," Ginny said, "an upgraded version of the stubborn, narrow-minded, bullying bastard. But even so, he's still a son."
"That's a bit out of context," said Harry, though they all thought so.The Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore were not known for being forward-looking and forward-looking, although Dumbledore took great pains to change.
But the Ministry of Magic is something else entirely.
Ron looked around, as if looking for a different perspective: "Where's Hermione?"
Ginny was tying her shoelaces: "I'm not here today, she said she has something to go to Gringotts."
"Oh," said Ron, "she should have told me, then I can go with her and buy some feed for the piglet, who is not satisfied with the new feed that mother gave him." Ron made a grimace.
Harry and Ginny looked at each other with half-joy and half-concern: "Ron dear, I don't think she would appreciate your willingness to accompany me today, compared to going alone."
Ron looked at his sister brightly, and then at Harry who suddenly lowered his head to study his nails: "Should I know something unpleasant?"
"You tell." Ginny poked Harry.
Harry looked up: "Why me?"
"Say what?" Ron was extremely worried: "What happened to Hermione?"
"Calm down, Ron, Hermione's fine."
"Damn it's okay!" Ron was so angry that his hair stood up: "I want to know!"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Well, we knew you'd overreact. It's not a big deal, Ron. Harry and I thought she might have a boyfriend or something."
"What is 'something else'?"
"Meaning she hasn't told us yet," Harry clarified.
"Then do we know who this person is?"
Ginny pulled her brother to sit next to her again, and he probably didn't even notice that he stood up excitedly.
"Well, I don't think she's going to be sneaky if it's someone we both approve of."
Ron turned pale: "My God."
Ginny knew very well that her brother had a cranky head: "Don't be stupid, it's not a professor."
"you sure?"
"Yes, really, Ron!"
"Who is he then?" Ron asked eagerly.
Ginny glanced at Harry, who sighed, "We think he's from Slytherin, maybe someone she's gotten to know recently..."
"You don't mean..." Ron had a clue.
"Yes, he's liked her for years, right? To be honest, I don't know why he didn't ask Hermione out earlier." Ginny said, "Considering the recent situation, the timing is a bit bad."
"But...but he's from Slytherin!" Ron reacted fiercely, as if he had faced Victor Krum from before.
"Brace is also handsome, smart, cute, educated, mature and popular. Although he is so smart that it makes people feel a little scary, so is Hermione."
Harry raised his eyebrows at Ginny: "It seems that you obviously spent a lot of time thinking about Zabini."
Ginny patted his arm comfortingly: "Harry, you are also handsome, cute, educated, mature and popular."
"Hey, you're missing cleverness," Harry pointed out.
People are people, whether they ride a broom or take a bus to work.In general, men are sporty and enjoy playing manly, loving sports with other men.During the hotter months, they enjoy cooking outside, discussing work, renovating the house, and keeping an eye on how the lawnmower has recently improved.
It can be said that wizards have the same impulses and hobbies as ordinary men.Just because they have some extra gifts like the icing on the cake of genetics that allow a wizard to summon the morning paper from the doorstep (compared to something like Mr Granger rushing out to get the paper in his underwear while hoping the neighbors don't see it ), but that doesn't make wizards necessarily superior or more civilized.
So if there were brothels and courtesans, whatever you want to call immoral places in the Muggle world, they'd be there in the wizarding world as well.In that place, the world's oldest trade flourishes as much as in the Muggle world.
Draco was twenty minutes late, but Hermione was reluctant to admit that standing alone on this particular corner of Knockturn Alley was torturing her nerves.
The beautiful witch does not appear in the corners and alleys of Knockturn Alley without a bodyguard.Beautiful witches are always with friends, parents or with good wizards.
Draco Malfoy made her wait in such a... she daresay it was a very run-down part of the city, not the work of a good wizard.But Hermione wasn't a flower in a hothouse, and she wasn't intimidated by the thriving revelations of London's wizarding red-light district.She'd faced many horrors before - Snape, Voldemort, Hagrid's cooking, etc. - without lasting damage.
It didn't take her long to find the Round Rock Hotel, since Knockturn Alley was full of bars.The boulder is just one of those places where people can talk business or just stand there and become a lively and colorful set.
The hotel is very old, and it can't be called a bar or a B&B, because there are only three backyard sheds stacked on top of each other.Evidently, the same architectural genius reflected in otherworldly imaginations, such as the Burrow, echoes the impressive façade of the Round Rock Hotel.
The building looks crumbling, with lots of pleated curtains in pink and scarlet.People came and went and mostly seemed happy to be there.The hotel is also decorated with fairy lights (made of carefully selected fairies who are really sleepy and drunk) and smoky neon lights that look to be on, but probably not working properly.
There were all sorts of witches hanging around, tall, short, old, young, plain, gorgeous, all looking like some hipster, reckless guy from some American cowboy flick A vase that complements the car.
Hermione blushed as she passed a beautiful, buxom young witch who was spinning a yellow parasol.The witch was wearing a fitted corset and tight breeches, under an oriental robe of red and black silk, which made the overall effect stand out.
"Honey, are you here for sightseeing?" the girl yelled, and the other older women who looked on giggled.
That stone-headed, empty-headed, pale bastard probably knew what the hell this hotel was for, and asked the two to meet directly outside to embarrass her.
Well, she won't let him succeed.Hermione stood on the side of the street, chose a nice dirty lantern-shaped mailbox, and waited beside it.
wait.
Hermione was reading the ingredient list on the back of her lip balm when someone grabbed her by the arm and led her to the sidewalk.At first she thought it was Draco, who was just as rude, but then she was startled when she realized it was a stranger.
"My carriage is waiting in the next street." He was well dressed, not much older than Hermione.
"Pretty good." Hermione had little to say in retort, wishing she had Hagrid's infamous pink umbrella.
The idiot took down the money bag hanging from his belt and shook it, as if he wanted to seduce money: "I will pay more than the asking price." His eyes were unusual, one blue, one green, blue Eyes blinked at her.
Oh, and when Malfoy showed up, she'd have to strangle him.
If he shows up, my God, has he already come?
"I won't sell it." She was angry like all those women who had to sell their bodies to make a living: "Go away with your disgusting attempts."
"Everything has a price," he replied, smiling, before reaching out to stroke a lock of her curls.
Startled, Hermione snapped his hand away.
Far down the street, a few women from the Cobblestone Hotel looked at her hostilely, but most were amused by it.
Tolerable or unbearable, Hermione thought with a sigh, the pervert still looking at her expectantly.
"Dude, you don't want a woman like that," said a familiar voice. "She's going to use the vise for something else and wring your balls off."
The sun god finally appeared, but his trademark blond hair was concealed under a Muggle baseball cap pulled low, with "Notso Fertilizer" emblazoned on it.
Hermione read it again before believing her eyes.
Only Draco Malfoy could look handsome in a manure t-shirt.
Hermione's "potential guest" stood still, neither clumsy nor stubborn in the face of Malfoy's smooth, grim tone.Hermione had seen the students flee up the school hill when Malfoy spoke to the first years in that tone.
"Go away, or there will be a good show here." He emphasized his tone, and the side that inherited Lucius in his bones played a very good role.
Apparently this man didn't want others to watch the show, maybe this wizard is a person of status, if he is announced here, he will suffer a lot of losses.Or maybe it's not good to compete for Hermione when there are so many women.He winked at Hermione (the blue eye again), put away his purse, and whistled away.
"It's disgusting." Hermione wanted to take a bath.
Draco looked at her: "Didn't your mother teach you how to use your knees?" he asked savagely.
Hermione glared at him. "My mother taught me how to use my brain."
He seemed to be less angry: "Really? Do you use iron head skills?"
Hermione ignored his jokes, looked down at her clothes, and wondered if the clothes she was wearing accidentally resonated with other women, making people think she could do takeaways every half an hour.She was wearing a flimsy floral dress, sandals, and a tank top.Yes, she thought sarcastically, she was dressed like a "night lady."
Draco knew what she was thinking: "Round Rock offers all types of women, baby," he raised his golden eyebrows. "Believe it or not, some men like the pure and innocent type."
The way he looked at her bare legs made Hermione long for a pair of baggy jeans, and she gave him a dry look. "You're late, you know?"
"I have to deal with some urgent matters before going out," was all he explained, and then he put his arm around her waist and pulled her into the hotel: "Come on, see if there is a room available."
"It's two rooms," Hermione corrected, "and can you stop dragging me, I can walk." She had had enough of rude men.
"Okay, hurry up, we've got attention."
"Because a young wizard is wearing a fertilizer hat..." muttered Hermione.
Those who imprison others are always fond of scrutinizing their trophies.Sooner or later, even with cronies or people like Bob, the man behind the evil kidnapping will eventually pay a visit.The point is that you have to pay attention, and when you see someone, you recognize that they are behind it.
Now the little window in the upper part of the cell door slid open, and a face emerged, pale, strange, and secretly smug.When Tonks saw Harry Potter's young face staring wide-eyed, it felt like a blow to the chest, but Tonks got himself under control immediately.
If that was Harry, then Dumbledore was disguised by Lady Rosmerta in a brilliant disguise. (Translator's Note: Ms. Rosmerta is the owner of the Three Broomsticks Bar)
"No one likes a show-off," Tonks said, talking.
Harry's face was mottled into a knowing smile, the kind Tonks had seen on fake Draco's face before.
Then this person is responsible for giving orders, and there must be other lackeys, because this dungeon is not small.
"Then you are Malfoy's cousin? The kid from the Andromeda family?" said the shapeshifter.
"If you think you can get away with kidnapping two Oros, then you must be out of your mind." Tonks replied tactfully.
"One Oro," the kidnapper corrected, looking at her thoughtfully. "I'm sure I only kidnapped one."
Tonks freezes, so Bligh dies.She had been skeptical too, but she hoped her instincts were wrong.Moody would retaliate against the young man with a terrific rage, but first Tonks would have to escape and inform him.She tried not to think about Astrid Hudgens, the girl who had a crush on Bly.And Bly's mother, whose name Tonks couldn't remember, but Tonks remembered her beaming and proud face at Oro College's graduation ceremony for her son.
"I like you." The shapeshifter was happy to see Tonks speechless for a moment: "You're not as boring as other Aurors. I guess maybe the blood of the Black family is at work?"
Tonks guessed that the little showoff also knew she was a shapeshifter, and it was best kept as an unspoken secret.
"Who are you?" she asked, "Why didn't you tell me? I can't go anywhere now."
The face staring at her grew serious, showing threefold ambition, the first of which was a clear and long-lasting ecstasy almost identical to Voldemort's.
“I was someone who was ignored, erased, and discarded in order to highlight the existence of waste, but Feng Shui turned.”
Tonks nodded in agreement, pretending to be solemn: "For this little speech, how many times a day do you practice in front of the mirror?"
This made the kidnapper unhappy, the small window was closed with a "snap", and he left decisively with light footsteps. This not-so-intelligent shapeshifting wizard kidnapper left the dungeon.
No one came to Tonks again that day.Speaking of which, neither did the next day.
"Where can you get a newspaper when you want it?" muttered Ron.
No papers were delivered after breakfast this morning because most of the student readers had gone home.Ron hadn't had the same luck finding one in the Gryffindor common room.His fortune came when he spotted a junior walking upstairs with a Hufflepuff from the Daily Prophet under his arm.
"Borrow it?" Ron yelled, and it wasn't a request because he had already grabbed the newspaper.
Ron found Harry by the lake, and he and Ginny were sitting on the stone bench, which was where Hermione liked to go when it was too hot inside.Ron sat down, sighed, spread out the newspaper and began to search for information about Tonks.
He was distracted briefly by an article about the Chudley Cannons' new batsman, but guilt shifted his focus back to finding intelligence on the trouble at hand.
For the first time since learning that Tonks and Bligh had gone missing, they were truly "relaxed," and the worry was tiresome at times.
"Stop." Ginny frowned. She took the newspaper from her reluctant brother and quickly scanned the small article at the bottom of the page: "Narcissa Malfoy dead?"
"What!" Harry asked, "When was it?"
Ginny looked again before answering: "Apparently it's been a while, here it says she died in Scotland. Isn't that where Dumbledore stayed? Professor McGonagall said he was there to attend to some urgent business."
Ron wondered how he'd missed the story: "Is there any mention of how she died?"
"No, just that it was clear that someone had covered up the death and that the Magic Cloth has started an investigation. I don't know if Dumbledore was involved."
"It's terrible," Harry shook his head. "I mean you have to admire her for leaving Lucius in the end. It takes courage, and she doesn't look like the kind of person who yearns for freedom."
Ginny bit her lower lip: "Do you think this has anything to do with Lucius?"
"How?" Ron interrupted. "He can't even wipe his ass if the Ministry of Magic doesn't provide him with toilet paper."
"Good idea, Ronald." Ginny gave Ron an indifferent look.
Harry looked troubled: "Does Malfoy know?"
"I don't think he knows, he's been the same as usual for half a year."
"What's Malfoy like?" Ron asked his sister with interest.
"Frivolous son," Ginny said, "an upgraded version of the stubborn, narrow-minded, bullying bastard. But even so, he's still a son."
"That's a bit out of context," said Harry, though they all thought so.The Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore were not known for being forward-looking and forward-looking, although Dumbledore took great pains to change.
But the Ministry of Magic is something else entirely.
Ron looked around, as if looking for a different perspective: "Where's Hermione?"
Ginny was tying her shoelaces: "I'm not here today, she said she has something to go to Gringotts."
"Oh," said Ron, "she should have told me, then I can go with her and buy some feed for the piglet, who is not satisfied with the new feed that mother gave him." Ron made a grimace.
Harry and Ginny looked at each other with half-joy and half-concern: "Ron dear, I don't think she would appreciate your willingness to accompany me today, compared to going alone."
Ron looked at his sister brightly, and then at Harry who suddenly lowered his head to study his nails: "Should I know something unpleasant?"
"You tell." Ginny poked Harry.
Harry looked up: "Why me?"
"Say what?" Ron was extremely worried: "What happened to Hermione?"
"Calm down, Ron, Hermione's fine."
"Damn it's okay!" Ron was so angry that his hair stood up: "I want to know!"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Well, we knew you'd overreact. It's not a big deal, Ron. Harry and I thought she might have a boyfriend or something."
"What is 'something else'?"
"Meaning she hasn't told us yet," Harry clarified.
"Then do we know who this person is?"
Ginny pulled her brother to sit next to her again, and he probably didn't even notice that he stood up excitedly.
"Well, I don't think she's going to be sneaky if it's someone we both approve of."
Ron turned pale: "My God."
Ginny knew very well that her brother had a cranky head: "Don't be stupid, it's not a professor."
"you sure?"
"Yes, really, Ron!"
"Who is he then?" Ron asked eagerly.
Ginny glanced at Harry, who sighed, "We think he's from Slytherin, maybe someone she's gotten to know recently..."
"You don't mean..." Ron had a clue.
"Yes, he's liked her for years, right? To be honest, I don't know why he didn't ask Hermione out earlier." Ginny said, "Considering the recent situation, the timing is a bit bad."
"But...but he's from Slytherin!" Ron reacted fiercely, as if he had faced Victor Krum from before.
"Brace is also handsome, smart, cute, educated, mature and popular. Although he is so smart that it makes people feel a little scary, so is Hermione."
Harry raised his eyebrows at Ginny: "It seems that you obviously spent a lot of time thinking about Zabini."
Ginny patted his arm comfortingly: "Harry, you are also handsome, cute, educated, mature and popular."
"Hey, you're missing cleverness," Harry pointed out.
People are people, whether they ride a broom or take a bus to work.In general, men are sporty and enjoy playing manly, loving sports with other men.During the hotter months, they enjoy cooking outside, discussing work, renovating the house, and keeping an eye on how the lawnmower has recently improved.
It can be said that wizards have the same impulses and hobbies as ordinary men.Just because they have some extra gifts like the icing on the cake of genetics that allow a wizard to summon the morning paper from the doorstep (compared to something like Mr Granger rushing out to get the paper in his underwear while hoping the neighbors don't see it ), but that doesn't make wizards necessarily superior or more civilized.
So if there were brothels and courtesans, whatever you want to call immoral places in the Muggle world, they'd be there in the wizarding world as well.In that place, the world's oldest trade flourishes as much as in the Muggle world.
Draco was twenty minutes late, but Hermione was reluctant to admit that standing alone on this particular corner of Knockturn Alley was torturing her nerves.
The beautiful witch does not appear in the corners and alleys of Knockturn Alley without a bodyguard.Beautiful witches are always with friends, parents or with good wizards.
Draco Malfoy made her wait in such a... she daresay it was a very run-down part of the city, not the work of a good wizard.But Hermione wasn't a flower in a hothouse, and she wasn't intimidated by the thriving revelations of London's wizarding red-light district.She'd faced many horrors before - Snape, Voldemort, Hagrid's cooking, etc. - without lasting damage.
It didn't take her long to find the Round Rock Hotel, since Knockturn Alley was full of bars.The boulder is just one of those places where people can talk business or just stand there and become a lively and colorful set.
The hotel is very old, and it can't be called a bar or a B&B, because there are only three backyard sheds stacked on top of each other.Evidently, the same architectural genius reflected in otherworldly imaginations, such as the Burrow, echoes the impressive façade of the Round Rock Hotel.
The building looks crumbling, with lots of pleated curtains in pink and scarlet.People came and went and mostly seemed happy to be there.The hotel is also decorated with fairy lights (made of carefully selected fairies who are really sleepy and drunk) and smoky neon lights that look to be on, but probably not working properly.
There were all sorts of witches hanging around, tall, short, old, young, plain, gorgeous, all looking like some hipster, reckless guy from some American cowboy flick A vase that complements the car.
Hermione blushed as she passed a beautiful, buxom young witch who was spinning a yellow parasol.The witch was wearing a fitted corset and tight breeches, under an oriental robe of red and black silk, which made the overall effect stand out.
"Honey, are you here for sightseeing?" the girl yelled, and the other older women who looked on giggled.
That stone-headed, empty-headed, pale bastard probably knew what the hell this hotel was for, and asked the two to meet directly outside to embarrass her.
Well, she won't let him succeed.Hermione stood on the side of the street, chose a nice dirty lantern-shaped mailbox, and waited beside it.
wait.
Hermione was reading the ingredient list on the back of her lip balm when someone grabbed her by the arm and led her to the sidewalk.At first she thought it was Draco, who was just as rude, but then she was startled when she realized it was a stranger.
"My carriage is waiting in the next street." He was well dressed, not much older than Hermione.
"Pretty good." Hermione had little to say in retort, wishing she had Hagrid's infamous pink umbrella.
The idiot took down the money bag hanging from his belt and shook it, as if he wanted to seduce money: "I will pay more than the asking price." His eyes were unusual, one blue, one green, blue Eyes blinked at her.
Oh, and when Malfoy showed up, she'd have to strangle him.
If he shows up, my God, has he already come?
"I won't sell it." She was angry like all those women who had to sell their bodies to make a living: "Go away with your disgusting attempts."
"Everything has a price," he replied, smiling, before reaching out to stroke a lock of her curls.
Startled, Hermione snapped his hand away.
Far down the street, a few women from the Cobblestone Hotel looked at her hostilely, but most were amused by it.
Tolerable or unbearable, Hermione thought with a sigh, the pervert still looking at her expectantly.
"Dude, you don't want a woman like that," said a familiar voice. "She's going to use the vise for something else and wring your balls off."
The sun god finally appeared, but his trademark blond hair was concealed under a Muggle baseball cap pulled low, with "Notso Fertilizer" emblazoned on it.
Hermione read it again before believing her eyes.
Only Draco Malfoy could look handsome in a manure t-shirt.
Hermione's "potential guest" stood still, neither clumsy nor stubborn in the face of Malfoy's smooth, grim tone.Hermione had seen the students flee up the school hill when Malfoy spoke to the first years in that tone.
"Go away, or there will be a good show here." He emphasized his tone, and the side that inherited Lucius in his bones played a very good role.
Apparently this man didn't want others to watch the show, maybe this wizard is a person of status, if he is announced here, he will suffer a lot of losses.Or maybe it's not good to compete for Hermione when there are so many women.He winked at Hermione (the blue eye again), put away his purse, and whistled away.
"It's disgusting." Hermione wanted to take a bath.
Draco looked at her: "Didn't your mother teach you how to use your knees?" he asked savagely.
Hermione glared at him. "My mother taught me how to use my brain."
He seemed to be less angry: "Really? Do you use iron head skills?"
Hermione ignored his jokes, looked down at her clothes, and wondered if the clothes she was wearing accidentally resonated with other women, making people think she could do takeaways every half an hour.She was wearing a flimsy floral dress, sandals, and a tank top.Yes, she thought sarcastically, she was dressed like a "night lady."
Draco knew what she was thinking: "Round Rock offers all types of women, baby," he raised his golden eyebrows. "Believe it or not, some men like the pure and innocent type."
The way he looked at her bare legs made Hermione long for a pair of baggy jeans, and she gave him a dry look. "You're late, you know?"
"I have to deal with some urgent matters before going out," was all he explained, and then he put his arm around her waist and pulled her into the hotel: "Come on, see if there is a room available."
"It's two rooms," Hermione corrected, "and can you stop dragging me, I can walk." She had had enough of rude men.
"Okay, hurry up, we've got attention."
"Because a young wizard is wearing a fertilizer hat..." muttered Hermione.
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