Bride of the HP Dragon

Goyle was standing at the end of the dungeon corridor, agonizing over and over again.

He wasn't supposed to be here, in fact, he was supposed to be up on the third floor, picking up a nest of vixens from the beams of the house, and throwing the suspicious "shards" on anyone who happened to enter the room.

In addition, you may be bitten, which is undoubtedly the most common entertainment for Hu Meizi.

They are now in northern Wales, where there used to be ancient Roman ruins, and later a castle was built by a wizard lord.Of course, it's still a magic castle.Blaise did not reveal to Goyle the exact location of the Death Eaters until they arrived here via the Portkey from Hogwarts just after sunrise on Sunday.

There is a special tree in the Forbidden Forest, just 10 minutes away from the no-apparition area that protects Hogwarts Castle.The interesting thing was a sorbus that Goyle would pass by, unnoticed, and nothing surprising, had Blaise not stopped him to point it out.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?"

This thing was the creepiest fucking thing he'd ever seen in his life.

After that, it was impossible to ignore the European sorbus.It's there, almost alive with black magic and evil life force.On a slightly lower branch, there is also an iron chain studded with gold coins.

Blaise grinned and explained that the gold coin was their Portkey to the stronghold.

Oh, so that's why Brace can go back and forth with such ease.

That "stronghold," as Blaise called it, was honestly a bit miserable.Goyle asks how Voldemort found this place, rumor has it that Tom Riddle stumbled into the east wall of the ancient castle one summer day in the mid-60s, and the building's aging original hiding spell eventually failed, revealing this Deserted but potentially useful stash.

There are fourteen rooms in the stronghold, spread across three floors.The building would have collapsed years ago were it not for the fact that it is built almost entirely of stone.Oh, the walls are cracked in places, and there's a humanoid hole in the dining room, but they don't want to act like they're used to the place.

The stone foundations here are solid rock, but the steps to the second floor are rotten, and when Goyle first used them, he feared for his life genuinely.He held on to his wand the whole time, and he could cast a quick levitation spell just in case his sheer weight crushed the wood.

The old building also has two subterranean floors, one where the dungeon is located and the other a potions workshop that hasn't been touched since the 70s.

You can tell by those horrible orange and stone green wallpapers.

Unfortunately, through closer inspection, the Humeizi fragments on the third floor turned out to be 200-year-old feces, and everyone unanimously decided to remove the Humeizi nest.

While Voldemort was unlikely to come to inspect the stronghold, frankly, they couldn't afford to have their Dark Lord and Master pelted with feces.

It's nice to spend an afternoon doing these chores, and Goyle knows and prepares for whatever handyman job they throw at himself.He wasn't fit for combat duty yet, but then Blaise assured him he wouldn't have to.

If they found out what he was planning, they would kill him instantly.Also on his first day on the job, a dramatic, quick avatar would not be appropriate, but probably more pain, more screaming, like damn Pansy warned him before of.

Pansy.

The thought of her making Goyle put his head against the wall made him reconsider what the hell he was doing.

He reminded himself to do one thing at a time.He can't juggle many things at once, he needs to focus if he doesn't want to die.

Goyle ruffled his tangled hair (he was about to get a second cut, the barber must have mistakenly thought he was getting the second-to-last one), and walked quickly to Oro's cell.

Nymphadora was her name, he had heard it mentioned by the Dungeon Master Bob.The manager's name wasn't really "Bob" either.He was recruited locally to help, and had the misfortune of having a six-syllable name, especially with the letters "X, L, T, and C."

The damn Welshman's name is impossible to pronounce, so most of the time they just call him 'Bob'.

So the female Oro didn't look like "Nymphadora," Goyle didn't know what Nymphadora meant, but he guessed it was a woman with blond shaggy hair and a flirtatious giggle.

The last time Goyle saw her, she was definitely not in the mood to giggle.

That's because he knocked her out, and by all accounts, it was a bad Thursday evening.

Goyle was 10 minutes late for his meeting with Blaise, and the original plan was for Blaise to bring Goyle to the stronghold at that time.Goyle showed up just in time for Oro to take Blaise into Ministry of Magic custody.

But Blaise turned into Draco at that time, which completely confused Goyle, who had never known that Blaise was a shapeshifter before that.

This bastard didn't say anything on purpose, right?

They had quarreled before, and Goyle learned later, that a male Oro had had the misfortune to be sent to his death by the Portkey.

Blaise was outraged when he stated these things because of his carelessness.Instead of Draco Malfoy, he felt that he should have turned into someone else, more harmless.

If so, Oro might just give him a warning and let him go.Goyle tended to agree, too, that being Draco put a sticker on his head: "Hi! I'm here! Look at me!"

It wasn't Draco's fault for attracting attention everywhere, well, frankly it was his fault for often acting poorly, but that was an integral part of Malfoy.Goyle idly wondered how many times Blaise had wandered around Hogwarts wearing someone else's skin.

It was such a handy technique that it was no wonder Voldemort was delighted to have him recruited.

Blaise's identity remained a secret to the other side, but the female Oro had seen Goyle's face, and the risk of letting her go was too great.Moreover, after Gore knocked her unconscious, he was very scared, thinking that he had killed someone.

He's got a damn batter's arm after all.

A limp Brace finally came to his senses, crawled over, looked at Goyle icily as if everything was his damn fault, and announced that Oro was alive and well (though probably not long).

So Nymphadora Tonks was locked up by a new Death Eater while he berated his new recruits.But the whole thing would have been much worse if Gore hadn't acted.

"Your first captive," Blaise sneered at Goyle in a dignified, proud fatherly tone.

This incident cemented Blaise's pre-existing mistrust of Goyle's ability to join the Death Eaters.

But he has officially joined.

Brace returns to Hogwarts, ostensibly for a final visit.It was a good move because it meant Goyle had less to worry about.But then, upstairs, Travers and Wormtail were making room for the arrival of Bellatrix Lestrange.

Wormtail, Travers, Bellatrix... and the Dark Lord.It was strange under any circumstances to associate himself with these people, whose stories Goyle had grown up with, and who had risen to prominence from an insignificant young boy.

Gower was surprised to discover that Brace was not the only recruiter, there were two others operating in Bubaston and Durmstrang.Hiring recruits in schools is dangerous and smart, and what better way to identify candidates?

Bubaston is expected to get two applications and Durmstrang six.Gore was curious to know who Durmstrang's recruiters were, since six was an impressive number, but then Blaise mentioned that Bellatrix was going to pick them.

Voldemort wanted quality not quantity, and if they couldn't pass Bellatrix's initial interview, they couldn't have an audience with the Dark Lord.

"What if she doesn't like us?" Goyle asked Blaise.

"Then you are dead."

Of course you're going to die, and Goyle felt silly asking that question.Bellatrix is ​​not the type to send a failed candidate a letter saying "thank you for applying but we're full" and a friendly handshake...

He didn't struggle for a long time this time, and Gore took another minute to make sure that no one came down to check on Oro's situation.At least not yet, Bob went to the village to buy food and won't be back anytime soon.

But just not coming back now, not never coming back.

Swallowing the fear in his throat, he hurried across the corridor and stopped in front of the door of Oro's cell.She's in the cell next to the exit, so it's not far.

He gently opened the small window on the door and looked in. It was pitch black inside.

"Hey!"

No reply, did someone do something to her?Goyle yelled again.

"Hey! Are you there! Draco's cousin!"

Oro had been trained, and he forgot this fact. In the darkness, a hand reached out from the small window and grabbed Goyle's fat neck.

For a woman, her hands are surprisingly strong.

"You're the one who knocked me out," she said.

He could see her staring at him through the little window, her hazel eyes burning with anger.She looked ragged, as expected.Her lips were a little chapped, and her blueberry hair had faded to a lifeless lavender.They gave her nothing to eat or drink all day.

Goyle broke free, coughed a few times, and then stared at her: "Yes, I know, but I'm here to save you!"

To his surprise, this didn't make her excited and grateful.Gore remembered again, he didn't seem to understand this woman at all.

She looked skeptical: "I'm begging for some help and strength, but it's a waste of time, fuck off, fat pig." The ungrateful woman looked him up and down haughtily.

"You don't understand, I'm here to help you!" Also, he's not a "fat pig," damn it, he's just big-boned.

"How do I know you're not lying to me? Why do you suddenly want to help me?"

Goyle felt that she should really have thought about this beforehand, and it was obvious that she didn't intend to believe him: "I guess you don't know if I'm a liar. Look, I'm Draco's friend, right? You're Draco Ke’s cousin, so I’m going to let you go. What happened before is inevitable, but I’m here to remedy it, does that explain it enough?”

She didn't answer immediately: "You are Gore, right?"

"Yes."

"Very well, then let me out." She stepped back, giving him room to move.

Goyle shook his head: "No, I'm not talking about now. We can't do it now, because they will find out it's me! I was asked to take you upstairs at a special time, and when the time comes, you just pretend to fight me, Just beat me and run away, or I'm going to die," he added, just in case she thought she was safe.

He passed a slender stone in through the small window on the door. 80.00% of the stronghold buildings and Tonks' cell were built with this common limestone.So it's not uncommon to assume a rock of that size would crumble off the wall.

She took the stone and fell silent.He wondered if she was waiting for him to hand something else in.

"What the hell is this for?"

Gore thought it obvious: "Your weapon, you hit me over the head with it."

"That's your plan?" Tonks booed him.

He can't believe he's being scolded by the man he's trying to save, are all women hard-hearted: "Then can you think of a better way? Bellatrix Lestrange is going to die in a few hours." Come to kill you, if you think you have a chance to escape from her, then go for it!"

"You seem like a nice kid, why did you join this group?"

"none of your business."

"Come with me," her face appeared behind the small window again: "I promise they will pardon you for the information you provided. You clearly know the value of this action to us."

Gore finally smiled for the first time of the day: "Oh, that will happen, but not now."

Oro looked at him annoyedly: "Look, boy, you chose a wrong path. What if they knew you helped me? They'll kill you."

Nonsense, he didn't answer, there was no time, Bob could be back anytime.

"I'll come back to you later! Get ready, okay?"

Maybe she thought his plan wouldn't work because she didn't thank him when he left.

It's okay, he didn't expect it.

Hermione was standing outside the Quidditch equipment warehouse, waiting for Draco.She leaned against the door, crossed her legs with her arms folded, and looked seriously at the green-covered ground.She must have been too involved to hear his footsteps until he was standing in front of her.

She blinked up at him, her eyes squinted in the bright sunlight.

Draco thought, the sun was the icing on the cake for her.She was not like him, a creature that stayed indoors in stormy weather.Winter is his favorite season, because it is suitable for meditation.Summer is too hot and rainy, and spring is too optimistic and positive.

She's all autumnal in color, but he loves it.

The summer sun gave her dark hair a whiskey-blonde accentuated by the curls.Her cheeks also had a little halo, which was pleasing to the eye.

"I guess I'll have to wait a while," she said, sounding a little disgruntled as this was the second hello of the day, "So, Harry finished talking to you?"

Draco resented that Potter had to leave on his own: "It's over, that's right." He raised his broom against his shoulders and stared meaningfully at the threshold, which was blocked by her.

"Did the talk go well?" She didn't move, her tone was happy, but her expression was uneasy.

"If you feel that no conclusion is smooth." Draco walked around her to open the latch, feeling relieved that she had finally stepped aside.

She followed him in and watched him put the borrowed school broom back on an empty hook.When he was done, they looked at each other in the dark musty warehouse.

"You have nothing else to tell me?"

"Anything else?" she repeated, "turns out I'm a bit paranoid about you leaving and what you're going to do. I'm not stupid, I know your plan. We had... I don't know, for a moment, I guess. I believe we got to know each other for a moment and then you got the bad news about your mom." Her voice softened: "Then we're back at square one and I feel like I'm always chasing you and yelling please slow down , come with me."

She paused and flinched at her analogy: "I've got none of my pride left, Draco. None of it! What's left of my pride is packed up to move somewhere less stressful."

Her outburst didn't particularly shock him, even if it seemed to shock herself, she covered her forehead with her hands.

"I'm sorry, I'm too worried, worried about us, worried that I'm not used to you like this." Her face was only pitiful and angry: "If you haven't noticed, I'm a person who doesn't want to stay out of it."

"I did my best," he murmured. "My heart is out of my mind right now..." Draco was most sincere at the moment, and he knew Hermione understood: "I need time."

Hermione nodded: "I understand, really."

Neither of them spoke for a long time, and with a helpless sigh, Hermione was about to turn around and leave.

Something touched him, perhaps a little inexplicable panic at her departure, and he casually grabbed the back corner of her school shirt.

They must have looked stupid, she was two steps away from him, and his hand was between them, holding a white cloth.

"Hermione..." he said behind her back.

"You can go." Her voice was stiff.

He sounded desperate: "I can't, that's my problem, isn't it?"

She refused to move: "As long as you want, but don't give me any more ambiguous signals. I swear, Draco Malfoy, you're going to drive me crazy."

"I know, come here."

"No," she answered sharply, but then asked more softly and hopefully, "Why?"

Honesty is the ultimate criterion for a guilty man, Draco thought, "Because I want to kiss you."

She paused: "And then?"

"And...then you can make me promise everything you want, will that make you happy?"

oh of course! "Of course!" She was stunned, and she settled down and threw herself into his arms.

Draco hugged her, sniffing at her warm soft curls, her arms wrapped tightly around his.She was trembling, buried in his neck and whispered: "I know you are going to do what you think you have to do, but it would be better to leave a mailing address..."

He sighed.

"One letter a week is also ideal..."

"Granger, I..."

"Hell, then I'll be content with one postcard a month, I'm not picky," she interrupted Draco sarcastically.

The hot, moist air of her mouth felt really good against his skin, his pulse was pounding, and every time he touched her like that, it evoked this sort of impatience.She kissed his Adam's apple, and then began to approach the white and beautiful skin on his collarbone step by step.

"Go ahead, I promise Potter will open the door with a broom in a minute, and you'll see more than just old wood and old leather."

Hermione took that as encouragement, and slid her hands through his hair, pulling his head toward her.Draco groaned, took her mouth and kissed her hard.

She sticks out her tongue and he sucks, then probes deeper, tasting the soft, sensitive inside of her lower lip.

They're both out of breath and their past and each other's problems are erased with a passionate kiss.This knowing kiss is not the end, but a prelude to more.

They can't keep quiet either, they say vague, specious words just to calm down, but it doesn't work.

Everyone should know what a kiss like that was like, Hermione thought shudderingly.Then she wondered dazedly if people could die from too many goosebumps.He made her hot, he made her cold, and her temperature controller ran away from home as did her pride.

Her skirt had bunched up at the top of her thigh, where his hand had caused it.They rested on her waist, slid down her belly, and pushed her skirt away as they cruised.Hermione explored his body further, slowly upwards, while his hands slid down her hips to support her.She let herself rub against his hardness, realizing how soft she was still after that night in Knockturn Alley.

He stops kissing, which may be just the beginning, sometimes the desire for a kiss is interrupted suddenly, causing a deeper emotional longing.But the reality is not, when the kiss can no longer go deep or they have tried, they stop.Draco gasped with his mouth open, looking down at her in a mixture of awe and wonder, filling Hermione's heart.

"This is not a farewell." She clarified for the sake of the two of them, lest he misunderstand.

"No." He agreed, and she might not have realized that at that moment, he couldn't refuse her.

Hermione took his face in both hands: "You have to promise me that you'll remember to say goodbye. You at least try to get us to help you, if we can, whether the Ministry knows or not. And wherever you are, tell me Where and what you're doing, tell me you're safe, okay?"

Draco kissed the tip of her nose, her closed eyes, her forehead and her lips, shaking.

"Don't ask me these..."

"You promise me!"

"Fine, I promise." He whispered.

Hermione nodded, that was enough for now.

There was still an hour for lunch, and Hogwarts was quiet enough with the summer holidays approaching the next day, if not that she had a lot of things to pack in her room.

She wouldn't allow herself to be depressed by it, the graduation anxiety had already affected her two weeks ago, and she was over it now.Hogwarts has done its job of making her grow, and it's time for her to apply what she has learned in society.There was a future ahead, and she was content that Draco would be a part of it, in whatever form.

Hermione cautiously followed Draco for 5 minutes before returning to the castle.As Draco had expected, Harry showed up at the Equipment Warehouse to return his borrowed school broom, and ended up back in the Great Hall with Hermione.He announced that he was going to speak to Snape, and to speak to her later.

If Hermione looked a little dazed, he wouldn't say a word, it was a rough day for everyone.

As she walked through the doors of the Great Hall, she noticed the few Slytherins who hadn't come home, stranded at school.

It was a young fourth grade girl who chased Draco all day.But today, she seemed completely absorbed in playing wizard chess with the notorious Dandius Dodds, a girl whose T-shirt had caught Hermione's attention.

It was black and faded, with a bright green and yellow logo: Notso Fertilizer.

Being too curious, Hermione stepped forward.

"Is Karen right?" Hermione asked the girl.

She was such a pretty, charming little thing, with the funky hair and the blue eyes.The girl raised her head, as if she was in no hurry to divert her attention from the chess game.She tucked her short dark hair behind her ears and looked at Hermione coldly, no doubt indifferent to the Head Girl not knowing her name.

"It's Carmen."

"I just couldn't help noticing your T-shirt," Hermione said. "You should be wearing your school uniform."

Carmen's eyes were quite warm, if she hadn't been scolded.She pulled the clothes on her chest and said with a smile: "This is my dad's latest company, you won't deduct points from me on the last day, will you?" She tilted her head towards the staff table, Professor Flitwick and Hooch The lady is drinking tea.

"They haven't spoken yet."

Dodds looked up from the chessboard, his chin covered in scones and his face full of impudence.

"Your father is in the manure business?"

Obviously this was a little sensitive to Carmen, she blushed a little: "Yes, we can't be as rich as those who inherit the property of dead relatives, can we? Also, this is not a business, it is an empire."

Dodds shrugged: "Hey, my dad was one of those few people who actually worked to support his family. At Gringotts," he added, just in case they didn't believe it, and wanted to confirm it.

"Why do you ask?" Carmen asked Hermione.

"Oh, nothing. Just because I've seen the logo, um, on another student a while back." She didn't feel it was necessary or wise to mention Draco's hat, her doubts settled.

"Really?" Carmen burst into a gleeful laugh. "I give out ad merchandise every year for fun to privileged students in my house, and of course no one wears it." She then laughed, showing that this was predictable and acceptable.

"I didn't get it," Dodds said.

Carmen waved her hand dismissively: "That was before I liked you." She turned to Hermione again: "I really hope that Professor Sprout sees this trademark. Dad sometimes wants to do something at Hogwarts." business, but Hagrid always insists on importing low-quality dragon dung from Romania. Although the cost will be lower, they take half of the nutrients out of the dragon dung."

Dodds puts down his half-eaten scones: "Can we not talk about manure? I'm having breakfast, and it's your turn."

"It's brunch, and breakfast was a few hours ago." Carmen fiddled with her snoring bishop before going all out: "General, Dodds."

"General Impossible!" Dodds wailed, "Only eight steps away!"

As Dodds whined and inspected the board, Carmen said to Hermione: "By the way, you haven't seen our Head Boy? He confiscated a bag of dung bombs from me a month ago, before he left I want it back."

Hermione frowned: "No, I haven't actually seen him...well, since two days ago."

It's weird, come to think of it.She was sure Blaise hadn't left school, because McGonagall would have told her.Also, Blaise, unlike Draco, would make sure to let her know when he thought about leaving.

"He's nearby." Hermione assured, the castle was huge.

Carmen wrinkled her nose: "If you see him, please tell him to return my dung bomb. I have three brothers, and the summer vacation is long, you know."

The corners of Hermione's mouth curled slightly: "I'll tell him."

Before leaving Gryffindor Tower, Hermione waved excitedly to Professor Flitwick and Mrs Hooch, who both carefully looked at the Daily Prophet with grimaces on their faces.