Reversal Incidents Team

"Malfoy." Hermione didn't know what to say to Malfoy.

He raised his head, no emotion could be seen on his face, his gray-blue eyes were as cool as lake water.

Hermione put her coat on the hanger, speaking as naturally as possible. "I heard that you were called by Di Ge to ask...how is it?"

"Forget it! Granger!" Malfoy curled his lips and lowered his head again.

Hermione held the beaded bag in one hand, walked to Malfoy's desk, and said, "Malfoy, why can't you take care of others well?"

"Okay, care? We've been working together for a whole week, and you haven't said a word to me about the damn reappearance of the bones!" Malfoy threw the Daily Prophet on the table and glared at Hermione.

"First of all, Malfoy, I only found out about King's Cross Station this morning, and I'm as ignorant as you. Then, even if I knew, you've been avoiding me since Privet Drive scared me that day, how could I Tell you!" Of course Hermione was right.

Malfoy frowned, "You don't need to be hypocritical, Granger."

Hermione found herself forgetting how unpleasant Malfoy's speech was when she recalled it, since he was apparently more handsome with his mouth closed.She pushed back the unruly hair in front of her eyes and behind her ears.Taking a deep look at Malfoy, he returned to his seat without saying anything.

The wizard in the same group learned that Hermione was in charge of the King's Cross station, and came to send her the daily accident handling report to familiarize her. When Hermione talked to him, it was obvious that he had been turning his eyes towards Malfoy. .

And Malfoy knew it too. Seeing him crumpling the newspaper into a ball, Hermione decisively told the wizard that she would read the report by herself.Send away this careless colleague.

Hermione read the newspaper for a while, seeing that Malfoy was still reading the newspaper just now, she couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic to him.No one knows better than her what it's like to be looked at in a ostracized light. In her first year at Hogwarts, she hardly had a friend because of her annoying little personality.And Harry and Ron, they couldn't be more mean to her.If it weren't for the troll incident, Hermione believed that Harry, like Ron, would have grown into the little bastard she hated.

"Hey!" Hermione flew a bag of sugar with her wand, and landed lightly on the newspaper that Malfoy was "reading".

Malfoy turned his head impatiently. "What's up?"

Hermione allowed herself to ignore his tone. "I know it's going to be a rough time for you right now, and if you want to talk, I'm always available."

When Hermione was stared at by Malfoy, she heard him say thank you very lightly.

Hermione didn't think Malfoy would want to talk to her, at least not today.

At noon, she was going back to the apartment to eat a pasta and take a nap by the lake in the extension of the apartment, and Malfoy stood in front of her desk.

"What do you want for lunch?"

Hermione looked up and said, "Some pasta from the freezer."

"Maybe you'd like to have a decent meal at Wilton's." Malfoy said with a look that he didn't care if you didn't.

Hermione hesitated for a few seconds, wanting to prove whether she had feelings for Malfoy at all. "Very happy."

Malfoy paused and said. "Can I go now?"

"You first." Hermione raised her chin.Malfoy shrugged and walked towards the door first.

Hermione locked the report on the table in a drawer, then grabbed the beaded bag, and Malfoy stood at the door holding her coat, Hermione suddenly felt that all this was like a ridiculous dream.Agnes said with a smile while carrying her satchel. "How nice, Draco, to finally have Hermione's favor. Have a nice lunch."

Hermione was a little embarrassed, and she caught sight of Malfoy showing a strange expression that was half a smile.

"Thanks, Agnes." Malfoy was very polite to Agnes.He turned to let Agnes go out of the office first.

Hermione lowered her head, Malfoy's slender and fair hands were holding the coat, and the green ring-faced gemstone painted with the snake-shaped emblem had a timeless luster.She reached out to take the coat from him.Malfoy's hands were sideways, and his voice came from overhead. "let me."

He gently unfolded Hermione's coat, and Hermione paused, stretched out her hand without the bag, and passed it through one sleeve, and then she turned the beaded pouch to the other hand, and passed it through the rest of the sleeve. The lower sleeve.At that moment, Hermione really felt a little flattered, but when she sat with Malfoy in Wilton's restaurant, the waitress' eyes made her feel kicked immediately.

Hermione's coat, which had just been taken off again, was neatly put away by the waitress, who was holding a gold-plated menu, and Malfoy had ordered, and he said, "I hope you don't mind the oysters, they're delicious. "

"Thank you." Hermione ordered oysters and a few other seafood.

It was hard for her not to notice the historic atmosphere of the restaurant, which she was already known for.Hermione was a little surprised when the waiter brought a bottle of white wine chilled in an ice bucket. "Don't you think it's early to drink?"

Malfoy slowly unbuttoned the silver cuffs, and slightly rolled up the cuffs of the black shirt. "Not for me."

Hermione could only watch as the waitress filled the glass in front of him with translucent liquid.When the bottle was pointed at her glass, Malfoy said, "You don't have to drink, it's fine."

Hermione hesitated, took a deep breath, and said, "Just a little."

Then she saw the white wine swirling in the goblet, gurgling slightly bubbles.

It's a silent meal.If it was up to Hermione to comment, she offered to talk, and Malfoy invited her to lunch.They drank, but Malfoy barely spoke.

Hermione felt obliged to say something.

Given that he had declined Hermione's request to split the bill, he had paid for the expensive and elaborate lunch alone.

"Malfoy... If there is anything I can do..." Hermione certainly did not rule out the role of the glass of white wine, Malfoy's light blond hair in front of her was filled with incomprehensible sadness.

Malfoy suddenly laughed, "You're like Myrtle!"

"What?" Hermione thought she didn't hear clearly.

Malfoy said, "Crying Myrtle, in sixth grade. She said that to me too. I thought someone could give me a hug, something to lean on, you know, but Myrtle is a ghost."

"Do I look like her?" Hermione couldn't help raising her voice, that female ghost?But he soon realized that sixth grade wasn't a happy time for Malfoy either.

The smile didn't quite fade from Malfoy's face, and he rubbed a hand against his left cheek.

Hermione probably watched him silently for a minute or more.His eyes kept falling on the blue lily-of-the-valley on the table.She suddenly decided to give him a comforting hug.

Hermione is a Gryffindor through and through, otherwise she would have been sorted into Ravenclaw according to her wisdom.So she removed the white gold-rimmed napkin, stood up, and dragged the heavy wooden chair towards Malfoy.She angled the chair sideways towards Malfoy, and sat on it.

"If this makes you happier, then..." Hermione stretched out her arms, passed under Malfoy's arm with her left hand, and landed lightly on his shoulder, while her right hand went around his shoulder and landed on him on the back.

It's a hug.

It was at this moment, when Hermione smelled the faint scent of Malfoy's blond hair, that she was suddenly sure that Luna was right, that she had feelings for Malfoy.

What about Malfoy?Hermione tried to keep the hug light enough to ignore, making it easier for Malfoy to push her away.

Until his chin rested on her shoulder, Hermione felt the air filled with a pleasant smell, the music playing in the dining room flowed through the dark red carpet, and the blue lilies of the valley on the table next door exuded their fragrance, The murals on the walls, the lighting, everything was just right.

She tightened her arms as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"If you want, you can guess where the scent of my hair comes from."

Hermione whispered in Malfoy's ear.