Bride of the HP Dragon

Harry Potter's terraced houses groaned as well as an old wizard's house could, creaking, twisting, and occasionally hissing and howling in the high winds.

It happened on a rainy day, the kind you'd be knocked out of if you were stupid enough to go outside without an umbrella.The Muggle weather forecasters had predicted it right, too, but they missed the outcome.

The strong wind soon came along with the heavy rain, and found the conspicuous gap in the dilapidated roof, got in and played hide-and-seek with the corridor of the house.

Potter was probably used to the noise, it wasn't an uncomfortable place.Sirius Black's old house, though dark and eerie and desolate, was of course comfortable.Draco was used to being in dark, scary, even creepy places, because he had grown up in Malfoy Manor.

He has been in bed for a while.

With a mattress.

Four soft goose down pillows that smell of lavender.

And a clean blanket, he didn't have to sleep with the bugs, and sand.Merlin, he will never forget the days when he lived with the sand...

Draco was almost sunk in the soft mattress, and after four hours of desperate tossing and turning, he had had enough.

He sat up in bed, cast a fluorescent flare, flicked off his battered travel-worn silver pocket watch, and glared at it.Habit made him sleep with his pocket watch on, although thieves and robbers wouldn't show up to rob you while you slept in Harry's room.

Potter appeared to be asleep, as the sound of his snoring wafted from his room into the hallway.

Draco slept with the door ajar, and he figured it was because he was used to sleeping out in the open, and the fact that it was surrounded by walls with no stars on it and just a ceiling was a bit off-putting.

It was three o'clock in the morning on a Tuesday morning, when soft candlelight fell from outside into the dark room, hitting the walls at right angles.

Damn it, he thought, throwing back the blanket, and strode out of the bedroom.It wasn't until he reached the stairs that he remembered to go back to his room and put on some clothes.

Ginny wondered how she had survived the Weasleys' house with such easy awakenings.She and the twins lived in bedrooms across the door, which meant that in the middle of the night and sometimes hearing weird explosions (or in the early hours, depending on how far you were from breakfast or dinner), life at the Weasleys was all about noise.

Harry is not a chronic snorer, but he tends to get louder when he is tired, as has been the case recently.By all accounts, it was an amazing weekend.

For just ten seconds, Ginny was mildly amused by the idea of ​​waking Harry out of his comfortable early-morning sleep, but the poor man's apparent exhaustion was too much for her to bear.And because she had eaten dinner so early, she felt a little hungry.

Now that she was sober, Ginny decided to compromise with the status quo, and she ventured downstairs to get a hot drink and to grab something from the biscuit bin in the pantry.Maybe hot chocolate and a cookie.

After that, she went to the lounge to sit down and read yesterday's newspaper.

Ginny was walking through the large kitchen of the house in Grimmauld Place in the dark, trying to stir the coffee quietly, when Draco suddenly appeared in the doorway, and a bright light just happened to pass through at that moment. humid air.

Ginny was so surprised by his presence that she dropped the glass, some of the scalding liquid splashed on her toes, and she cursed much louder than the previous stirring.

"Well." The wild-haired ghost was obviously Draco Malfoy, and he looked down at a puddle of water on the floor: "It seems that I owe you a drink."

Of course she knew that Malfoy was now living in Grimmauld Street, and Harry, of course, spent all day on Monday complaining about the Ministry of Magic, and had nothing else to mind.She hadn't had much time for Harry lately, and Ginny thought she surprised him that night, considering her overworked fiancé had to add a babysitter to Malfoy to his job description.

Ginny was sure, as sure as she had been for years, that no jury in the world would convict her of beating Draco Malfoy to death with the nearest large blunt weapon.If it was going to do it, it would be an old-fashioned iron meat grinder, and thanks to Draco, that thing was fixed on the kitchen counter.

He is just disgusting.

After commenting on the pathetic clumsiness and weakness of the Weasleys, the last of the Malfoys came into the dining room again with re-brewed coffee, which he slowly pushed with one finger across the polished table to Jin Ni.Ginny knew he wasn't poisoned because she watched him make the coffee.

Although still wary in her heart, she took a sip of the coffee and was surprised to find that he added the right amount of sugar and milk to her liking without asking her first.

She looked up at him suspiciously.

Malfoy shrugged in response, his face sharpened by the candlelight on the wall: "I remember."

"Do you remember what kind of coffee I like?" Ginny asked.

The smirk disappeared, and she didn't know if the memory was working on him: "At school, I sat on the long table in Gryffindor and informed Potter about the Quidditch friendly match with Oro, that morning We eat scones, you make yourself coffee, it's just a detail."

"That's right." Ginny wished Harry would notice this "detail".

In a brief silence, Ginny wanted to clarify why Malfoy looked so different.

Of course he was older and they were all grown up.His appearance was as usual, too, since Harry had pointed his wand at him and forced him to take a shower at the Ministry of Magic before heading home, and he had seemed somewhat submissive and peaceful.

Then Ginny remembered that he didn't look so angry anymore, and yeah, Malfoy's presence always gave her a kind of tingly nervousness, which was why people tended to avoid old Malfoy unless they were Malfoy's best friends.

It wasn't unusual for a teenage boy to be irritable, and Harry had certainly been anxious and cranky in his senior years.But Malfoy always has that... 'unstable' feeling that he'll yell at you for no reason, just because he wants to.

And Merlin knew that after being attacked by Draco Malfoy, it was not something that people could easily forget.

None of these are left now, and there is a deep, but absolutely calm ocean in those familiar gray eyes.

His long fingers tapped lightly on the table, as if growing impatient with her sudden detailed scrutiny.

"So what are you doing here?" he asked.

Funny how he would ask her that question as if she were an intruder in Grimmauld Place.

"Just taking a look with Harry," Ginny replied sharply.

Does he really need to ask that?For Merlin's sake, she was wearing pajamas, which was obvious enough.It was all Molly Weasley's fault, making Ginny especially sensitive to the matter by sleeping with Harry during her visit to Grimmauld Place.

Molly graduated from the "sleeping in separate beds" love school. In fact, she did not graduate from that school, but the principal of the school.Harry hated lying (and frankly wasn't good at it), so Ginny had to do both.

Malfoy didn't nod or do anything else that might make her feel better, he just looked amused: "You look fine," he said in an entirely friendly manner, "It's good to know that Potter hasn't Makes you so annoyed that you pull out your hair."

"In other words you've been scratched by Crookshanks," Ginny felt the need to defend Harry immediately, though she couldn't think why: "Aren't there mirrors in the desert?"

Malfoy laughed slowly: "Oh, Crookshanks, is that old furball still alive?"

"Yes, he's enjoying retirement at Hermione's country house."

"So she lived alone after that?"

"Oh no," Ginny narrowed her eyes at him, "You can't get more details from me, you have to do it yourself."

"This is what I intend to change," he told Ginny.

Ginny stared at him, feeling a searing rage in her defense of Hermione: "You really think you can figure it out? Break Hermione's heart and leave on a five-year, almost suicidal journey of discovery. She hasn't forgotten about you, you know? But not in the way you like it."

Malfoy still had a flat look: "Then let her come and talk to me in person."

"You shut up!" Ginny really wanted to see him angry, and it would be easy to irritate Ginny herself if he acted like he couldn't understand her: "We all know you don't have to stay here, Harry can't Got you, he knows it himself. You can get out of this room now if you want, so why pretend we did it?"

"Diplomatism has its merits," he replied. "Even that snoring renegade upstairs is trying to learn. Given the circumstances of my return, I think it's best to behave properly for the time being."

Love is not a game, she wants to tell him, and neither is war.In a pinch, there are too many things that are more important than Hermione's future happiness.If he came back for a reason, her faith as a warrior was more important than Hermione's.

"We're very close because we both want things to work out, you know," she said softly.

"That's good." Malfoy leaned slightly in the chair, his legs crossed, and it was only when Ginny noticed his bare feet.

He smiled, a sinister Lucius Malfoy smile: "I picked a good time to come back, then, didn't I?"

If Ginny had been younger, she might have recoiled a little from the cunning threat, but she'd grown up too.

"Malfoy, at this point I think you should stop following Voldemort more than you should follow Hermione. Besides, Harry won't let you around her unless he can make sure that every line of your story It's all true. Excuse my choice of words, it's a messy tale of hardship and revenge."

His expression immediately turned dissatisfied, which surprised Ginny: "Please tell me how long it will take?"

This time it was Ginny's turn to smile smugly. He was obviously not used to following other people's schedules: "Draco Malfoy, in terms of Ministry of Magic bureaucracy, a normal turnaround takes six weeks."

"Great, so I'm Four Eyes' prisoner?"

"But the four-eyed boy is the reason why you didn't waste your time in the interrogation room!"

"I'm not going to hang around Potter for six weeks like some stupid fan," he quipped.

Ginny stared back: "I'm qualified to say that Harry doesn't care about that at all!"

Draco's expression chilled Ginny to the bone: "I've got Bellatrix Lestrange for you. You know what I'm coming back for." His teeth were grinding.

"Yes, but unless Hermione wants you back, unless you're part of the mess you left behind. I know why you're back, Malfoy, but how did you get back?"

Based on his own bad reputation, Draco seemed to understand what Ginny was asking.The anger left him, and at that moment, he looked like just a tired man, a man who just wanted to stop and rest after he had achieved his goal: "I'm ready now, it took some time, but I'm ready , and more importantly, I have that ability," he explained: "I need to know if she does too."

Ginny's expression was almost admiring, and his honesty and other qualities surprised her: "Your arrogance is really surprising."

He glanced back impatiently: "It's not arrogance, it's fate."

He wasn't being romantic about the situation, and Ginny didn't doubt that he could do it if he wanted to.The old cunning was still there, only he was more sure.Be sure of where you are, and be sure of what you want.He had come back just to find out if Hermione was as sure as that.

Ginny even had a glimmer of hope that Harry could too.

Actually, of course not, she had no hope of it at all.Draco Malfoy was a whole other type of complex being, and no woman should have to put up with him.No, she will stand steadfastly by her hero's side, even with some uncertainty in her heart.

Of all the people in the world who might have duped her, trusting Malfoy was the way to understand the uniqueness of Hermione's vision, and Hermione had grown up to be complex.

"Then why are you up at this hour?" he asked her.

The change of subject was decisive, and Ginny was delighted with it.

"I can't sleep, Harry is tired and I don't want to wake him up by tossing and turning."

"Mother Weasley knows you two..." He pondered over the words, and then smirked when he had a flash of inspiration: "Would you like a blanket?"

Ginny glared at him, the night almost covered her blushing face, and he poked her sore spot in the face again: "Oh, come on, I'm already 22 years old."

"That is to say, she doesn't know."

Ginny sighed, she couldn't go back to sleep now.

Malfoy looked wide awake, and Ginny returned to the kitchen with her empty coffee cup, not surprisingly Draco followed her.Ginny wondered idly what kind of loneliness she would have to endure while he was away, and she could imagine the hardships.

He leaned against the edge of the kitchen counter, watching the rain splashing on the window, his long hair was half hanging on his shoulders, and some of it covered his face and covered his eyes.

Ginny wondered if he was thinking of Hermione, and she wondered suddenly if Hermione happened to be awake too, thinking of Malfoy.

"How about a haircut?" Ginny asked after a moment of silence.

At this time, he completely let go of his guard, blinked and asked, "What?"

"How about I give you a haircut? I have a steady hand with the scissors, and no offense, you have no idea how much you look like your...uh, father."

Not a good thing if you're trying to prove your innocence to the Ministry of Magic.

At this point he was back again, absently stroking his long hair and staring at her as if his appearance didn't matter in his grand scheme of winning Hermione back.

This comment is neither deeply disparaging nor highly praiseworthy: "You think so?"

"It's kind of unsettling to see you in the kitchen right now," Ginny kind of answered.

She was rummaging through the numerous drawers of the countertop, and finally held up a pair of large kitchen shears.Not the best tool for a haircut, but well, he doesn't look like he has time for a hairdresser.

"Let's get started, then." Ginny kicked a chair for him.

Suddenly, Malfoy looked uncertain, and looked at the scissors with slight worry: "Don't the lights need to be brighter?"

Oh, after all, people are mortal.

"Don't worry, how I'm going to circle you with the sharp object depends mainly on how Hermione reacts when she finally sees you. Until then, I'm neutral." Ginny promised with a sweet smile, the scissors in the moonlight The lower part is dimly lit.

Looking a bit uneasy, Draco sat obediently in the assigned chair, his back turned to Ginny: "For some reason I don't think Potter would approve of this," he warned Ginny.

Ginny was already grabbing a handful of his finally-cleaned hair.

"I guess I'm always doing things that don't work," she suggested.

"Do what you can."

She didn't bother to ask him which hairstyle he preferred, she didn't think he really cared, so she offered a Weasley cut that cut the hair as flat as possible without leaving a bald scalp.

She thought the years of practicing with Ron had made her pretty professional.

Yesterday, if you had told Ginny that she would be standing in Harry's empty kitchen at four o'clock in the morning, cutting Draco Malfoy's hair, she would have patted your head like her mother's knuckles She scolded you like she scolded her.

The author has something to say:

Ginny's life is very interesting. Molly is obviously against premarital relationships, but Ginny herself is dissatisfied with Harry's carelessness. Draco has the subtleties she hopes Harry has, but at the same time, Mal Fu's identity is unknown, everything depends on Hermione's final attitude.

And Draco is also looking forward to Hermione's attitude, hoping that she will have the same courage to finally face her feelings as himself. Personally, Draco feels too much involuntary, and he is really relaxed at the age of 22.

Shanglian: Mr. Porter, the best gay friend in history

The second line: The best best friend Ginny sauce in history

Hengpi: A natural couple, the young master has a flat head...

I went to Chongqing on a business trip last week. It was so busy at the end of the year, so I was delayed for several days. Anyway, I tried my best to finish the full text this year. It can be regarded as a New Year gift for everyone~