Bride of the HP Dragon

Draco remembered that Borgin had scheduled his meeting with the hired specialist for the evening, yet had let him secure a room at the Round Rock Hotel a few hours earlier.

So, Draco thought, why is that?

Lucius used to make potential business partners show up early in meetings so Lucius, who arrived early, could observe them from the shadows.His father explained it because when people don't know you're looking at them, you can learn more about them, their vices, urges and likes.

This strategy worked out well for Lucius, because the speculative ventures he set his sights on were extremely successful.

Of course, this does not include his marriage, obviously women cannot be treated according to common sense.

So are they also being spied on?Draco wondered if this had anything to do with Bokin.Maybe it's their mysterious "expert" who wants to meet his generous client before the session.

Draco didn't like mysteries.

He also didn't like having to spend three stressful hours in a cramped room with a difficult Hermione Granger.

Luckily, his stomach made a timely suggestion, reminding him of several missed meals of late.Take your time to find a decent meal, eat it, and head back to the hotel.Why not, if you're careful enough to find a place to lick your mouth, three hours won't be a problem.

He could have asked her if she needed to bring some takeout home, but that seemed too intimate and personal.

His earlier attempts at politeness had been misinterpreted by Granger as wanting her life himself, and his anger culminated when he lay on top of the stupid girl, touching her stupid places.So he kept his tired and blunt approach, neither accompanying her nor making her lunch.

She smelled like roses, and every time she was less than a meter away from him, all he wanted to do was grab her hair full and bury his face in it.

Oh yes, he wanted to do more than that, but he'd be a jerk for giving in to primal needs.His hardness had become addicted to her, but his mind was still fighting.

This is true most of the time.

As his mother used to say, "Honey, when you're feeling irritable, and you find it unbearable, then you should go to a friend for help." Pansy's not a calming buffer, Clara. Boo has been home for a long time, Millicent can still give good advice if she is not disturbed by those annoying adolescent hormones, Goyle has a sperm in his head, and Zabini...

Well, what was Zabini like?He's as smart as Granger and personable, but always a bit of an outlier.Draco had always suspected that Zabini had political ambitions, which was why he seemed so enthusiastic about everyone.

Even to Hufflepuff.

Blaise would have been a better candidate for espionage for the Ministry, he was more likely to mingle and gain favor than Draco.And Draco has long been tasked with weeding out potential Voldemort supporters.

Draco sneered, Arthur Weasley, Dumbledore and the whole damn Ministry of Magic go to hell... unless, they confirm his inheritance and birthright of the firstborn.

So, are his friends worth making friends with?

Are they really their friends?Being a Slytherin with friends is a dilemma.Because it's not hard to imagine Potter Kid and Weasley Weasley rolling themselves under the wheel for the safety of those they care about.This is the kind of vulgar courage that comes from Gryffindor House.

Slytherins are more time-conscious, and a Slytherin will ask if it is okay to bribe, fight back, or bully someone of influence before considering self-sacrifice.

Granger was a man of influence.Maybe I can let her sleep in my bed and see what the benefits are?

There was a new and real allure to the thought, not so much that Hermione was a flirting object he was desperate to get rid of, but that he had never before seen her as a potential stepping stone or a bargaining chip with the Ministry of Magic, This fact really shocked him.It's not like him to deliberately ignore a glimmer of life in the dark prospect.

She was sitting by the bed, putting on the sandals he had taken off earlier.As he thought so, she turned her head and looked at him with brown eyes, but there was no trace of resentment in her eyes.Even if someone poured anger into a bottle, it would be useless to inject her eyeballs.

She was hated and loved, she was too new for him, Draco hadn't had much exposure to this type of girl before, and the result was that he was blown away.She was like Potter, pure and innocent, even if she had bad thoughts in private, they were only fleeting, and she would blame herself for it.

Draco sighed, he knew he couldn't do it, he couldn't keep her, but he had to admit that this helpless fate was worse than death.

"I'm going out for a while, wait for me here." He said bluntly.

"Oh?" She stood up, as if happy to find a chance to speak: "Are you going to find something to eat? If so, I will go with you."

No, you big fool, I don't want you with me, you should stay here, Draco's mind wanted him to say that.If you follow me, I will go crazy.

"Okay, whatever." The words finally popped out, and Draco felt too hungry to say no.

Draco put his fertilizer baseball cap back on, ignoring Hermione's tiny smile as he put it on.

It took them half an hour to walk the 100 meters because Diagon Alley was very crowded.They passed several stalls selling skewers, and a few people were walking back and forth, holding bamboo sticks, biting off the tendon-covered meat from the top, with dissatisfied expressions on their faces.

"Florin's is packed," said Hermione, tiptoing on the pavement to get a better look. "I don't think we'll have a chance to squeeze into another store."

"I don't want to eat rat kebabs," Draco muttered.

The corner of Hermione's mouth twitched: "I think the stall owner is talking about quail."

"Quail don't have those long, thin tails."

She laughed, and it was the first time he had heard her laugh, like this, in front of him.Distraught, he stepped onto the sidewalk to stand beside her.

"Don't worry," Hermione's voice sounded like the Head Girl again: "We're going to the Muggle world."

Draco lost Hermione twice as they made their way to the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley.She is not small, but she does not want to rely on brute force to gain a place in the crowd.

Draco let Hermione walk in front of him helplessly, and the two kept moving forward against his chest.For about 5 minutes Draco clings to Hermione's scented hair, causing his cock to be as hard as a rock.Once or twice, her warm female body pressed against his body, her soft butt pressing against the front of his trousers.If she already felt his so-called sharp and intense "hate", she didn't say anything.

Draco pulled the brim of his hat down as they walked through the Leaky Cauldron, and the exit was Muggle London.

They walked for 10 minutes to King's Cross station, there were a few small restaurants on Euston Road, Hermione slowed down so that Draco could take a look.

Draco always felt uneasy whenever he ventured into the Muggle world.It's like putting your feet in shoes that don't fit and you're miserable.If it gets dark, he can't flash with fluorescent light.If they're lost, he can't use the guide charm, it's like tying your right hand to your back.

There is smog on the street, there are homeless people, and teenagers with a kilogram of metal ornaments hanging on their faces. The cars are driving fast, but as far as the eye can see, this is a spacious street with no skewers.

A Chinese restaurant has roast duck on a hook, but at least it's not a rat.

"What do you like?" she asked.

He wanted to say that he was going back, but he didn't say it.

They stopped by a tiny restaurant, the likes of which Draco had never seen before.The ground is paved with red hard steel bars to form an oval train track, and a model train carries colorful plates and food back and forth on the track ring.In the middle of the loop is a cooking table, where two young men with oriental faces are chopping vegetables, dicing and grinding parcels with amazing agility.

Customers took plates from the train, and the two young men filled the car with more.The on-the-go waitresses carried trays, and the steaming bowls of soup gave off a pleasant, warm, earthy aroma.

"Let's eat here." Draco eagerly tried.

The restaurant was not busy this afternoon, as it was almost two hours past the lunch rush.A four or five-year-old girl with glutinous rice on her hands stared at Draco dumbfounded as he passed by.She tugged at Dad's shirt sleeve to get his attention.

"Maybe I should take off my hat?" Draco suggested, "Everyone looks at me strangely." He gave the little girl a hostile look, and the little girl was taken aback immediately, and then covered her face Mouth giggled.

Hermione bit her lip to suppress a smile, the little girl wasn't looking at the hat.

"Malfoy, I don't think there's any danger of being recognized at the Sushi Bar on Euston Street."

He took this sentence as encouragement and took off the advertising hat, and picked two seats by the rails farthest from the gate (Draco insisted).Within seconds, a lively young girl in an apron with a work badge, apparently "the waiter at the sushi hut", walks up to them.

"Green tea or miso?" She asked automatically, chewing gum, flipping through the menu to order.

"What is rice-steaming?" Draco asked politely.

The waitress obviously didn't deal with this often, and her eyes moved from ordering the menu to Draco's face, expecting to see a typical tourist, thinking that eating sushi would be a "heroic sacrifice".

What she saw was a lean, six-foot-a-inch Seeker, seated on the edge of the red steel bars; his skin was fair and delicate from careful maintenance, but not from a fondness for living indoors.Platinum hair was a little too long and curled at the neckline; if you stood close enough, you could see the pale gray eyes with blue flecks.

She instinctively stared at this miracle of magic that had been passed down through ten generations and was naturally selected, feeling the same way Hermione felt.

Malfoy is definitely a star at this small family-owned sushi workshop.

Hermione cleared her throat and rested her chin on her hand, and the waitress gave her a distraught look and said, "Oh, well, it's basically a bowl of kelp, tofu and mushrooms boiled."

Hermione doubted that Malfoy knew what tofu was, but at least he didn't show disdain for the kelp.

"Okay, how about a cup of tea and a bowl of miso, okay?" Hermione asked out of politeness.

"Okay." Malfoy was studying the small, thin menu with intense curiosity.

He'd apparently used chopsticks before and had no problem with them until Hermione pointed out that he'd never actually used the "big, weird whole stick of chopsticks" (he was even going to call the waiter to complain), but Chopsticks are just disposable chopsticks glued together.

"Oh." He looked confident, and quickly cleared the four plates that passed in front of him.

Hermione took a sip of hot green tea: "Malfoy, you can take whatever you want, there's no need to eat everything that appears in front of you."

He looked up at her, and picked up the tofu skin with his chopsticks confidently: "I think what I eat is what I want."

The waitress came over with tea and miso, she was taken aback by Malfoy's appetite, and Hermione was used to Ron's and Harry's similar appetites.But she still doubted that Ron would even touch a California roll, let alone eat three in one sitting.

"What's that?" He picked up the orange roe on the Gunkan sushi roll.

Hermione explained it to him.

"Then it's caviar."

The two had a small argument when she found out he had put a lethal dose of "guacamole" on the food.

"Uh, Malfoy, too much mustard."

He ignored her, ate it, and started coughing.

Hermione asked courteously, "Would you like some tea?"

She had just poured a glass before he snatched it away.

An hour later, Draco had fourteen plates stacked in front of him, while Hermione had only four.

"Granger, I don't have much Muggle money with me."

Hermione shrugged and took out the wallet from her bag: "Very well, I have it. You are responsible for the rent."

He didn't like it, but there was nothing he could do about it.He had to stand outside and watch the traffic lights while she was checking out at the register.

"It's delicious," Draco said to Hermione, who was coming.

It was his way of thanking, Hermione understood.This suddenly made her feel uncomfortable, and it was so simple that she couldn't say thank you honestly.

"Yes, it is delicious."

"Can I ask a question?" Hermione asked when they crossed the road, a block from the Leaky Cauldron.

She stared at the ground, embarrassed.

"Did someone not let you ask questions?" was his answer.The words came out more sarcastic than he intended, and Draco faltered when he noticed that she flinched.

But she was Granger, and she would ask.

"That night at the party, when I approached you, you looked a little... dazed. What were you thinking at that time?"

Oh, she still did.

"I'm bored. Goyle was drunk and Parkinson was throwing a tantrum at me for reasons I can't remember. You showed up in the lobby very late, probably took a shower or something, hair wet, covered ...all flushed." He quickly touched her earlobe, his eyes tense: "You are as bored there as I am. I guess what will happen to you if I let you go downstairs to the cellar with me. I think it's time to ask."

She looked at him: "Really?"

He nodded, passing by a group of chattering girls, the girls stared at him, and they looked at each other: "Really."

"But you don't like me." She insisted.

Draco noticed that she was using the past tense instead of the present, the pompous brat.

"Not liking you has nothing to do with wanting to pin you against the nearest banister."

Her eyes widened: "I see, then you think, uh, how long have you been doing this?"

Draco snorted coldly, and stopped Hermione before walking to the door of the bar: "Why do you think I still want to do this now?"

She seemed to be choosing her words. "Your hobby...isn't that wonderful. I can feel it a little bit because of the spell, but I guess I'd notice it even without FidaMia."

This girl is tempting him to make a statement again, yes, she can get everything she wants, but he is not going to put his head on the guillotine of love.

He rolled his eyes: "Compared to Weasley? The guy is probably satisfied with hiding in the bushes and fumbling for the girl's school skirt, but I think you know where I like it." His voice was lazy and soft.

Hermione's hair was red even to the tips, which he could see clearly even in the dim light.Hermione Granger was the most absurd combination he'd ever encountered, the reality of a woman and the innocence of a schoolgirl at the same time, and he wanted her to blush a little more.

"I want to remember exactly what the spell did to us. Where we went and how the spell worked."

He decided to be direct: "Do you want to know if I have always wanted to sleep with you or did I suddenly have this urge recently?"

Hermione looked away, embarrassed, "I can't believe we're talking about this."

"Hey, you asked first."

She took a deep breath and turned to look at him: "Yes, but can you not deliberately provoke when you answer?"

He teased her: "I have to admit that you brought out the worst in me. Before FidaMia, wanting you was just a daydream in History of Magic class. After FidaMia..." He gave her a meaningful look, staring at her. There is no warmth in it: "I can often taste my collection."

"I see." Hermione was silent for a while and then said: "What happened in the afternoon when Dumbledore asked you to go to his office when the Dark Mark appeared?"

He didn't expect her to ask that, he didn't like it.For a moment, he forgot.He narrowed his eyes: "You shouldn't ask this."

"Why not? Don't you trust me?" She asked back, "I trust you, no matter what you think."

"You really trust others."

"Like in the prefect's bathroom that afternoon?"

"I already apologized for the mistake," he interrupted abruptly, the situation got out of control, and she was like a bear eyeing honey: "Have you finished asking? We're going back."

"and many more."

"Enough," he said softly and threateningly as she closed the door: "We're going to be late."

Hermione sighed, "Why can't you stop throwing a tantrum and let us have a good talk?"

He retorted roughly: "I'm not angry."

She gets excited, arms akimbo, brown eyes blazing: "You may not believe it, but most people think I'm easy to get along with."

"You're nice when you shut up," he told her. "I can think of some pleasant ways to shut you up." He stared at her lips.

She turned away uncomfortably: "Don't do this."

"Then don't question me again, and don't block the way until I bring you in together."

Hermione looked at him with long estimates: "Your parents left you a lot of money, right?"

Draco didn't quite understand what she meant, but he felt the correct answer hit the nail on the head: "Not as many as the Potters."

It didn't work, and she seemed determined to start a fight with him.

"Harry's parents are dead."

"You can say mine is dead too."

Granger shook his hand: "Draco, you don't have to bear the burden of their mistakes. Aren't you tired of always acting so cruel and twisted? Before you wither and die from anxiety and fear, let your life accept Get some sunshine!"

She didn't cross the line, she literally went straight to the center.He picked her up by the shoulders and shook her like a disobedient puppy.Her heels were three inches off the ground, and the look on her face was exasperated that he dared to be so mean, but also flickering with fear.

He's so happy to see this, he's pampering her so much.

"I find you the most irritating thing in the world, but do you really have to do that often? Granger, you don't know what's going on inside me! Just because you ask questions doesn't mean you can Get any deep meaningful answers from me because I've got you. But you haven't got my heart. My heart and my desires are two very different things. I'm not here because I want to be here , because I have to be here. This is the means to solve the problem, you understand? You can forget who you are, but don't forget who I am." Cruelty was paralyzed with fright.

He let go of her, and she collapsed on top of him.There must be something wrong with him to allow her to lean on him.He took a step back and ran his hands through his hair.

"Now I'm going back, you can do whatever you want."

But nothing casual, because he took her hand and let her walk with him.