Reversal Incidents Team

Hermione sometimes struggles with her annoying personality.At Hogwarts, for example, she insisted on supervising Harry and Ron to finish the two-roll parchment homework by themselves, but if they sweet-talked her a little bit, Hermione would eventually lend Harry her own "reference" homework, or "check" his homework for Ron.

Now facing Malfoy, Hermione felt that way again.

She said to herself silently, Hermione, it was you who proposed to talk, and it's nothing to talk to him, right? This doesn't mean that you have any relationship other than talking.

"I think so." Hermione convinced herself, without much effort.

Malfoy smiled, looking genuinely happy. "Is it okay tonight?"

Hermione couldn't bear to refuse him. "I already have an appointment."

"Oh."

Hermione said, "How about Saturday?"

"I have an appointment with some wizards for a Quidditch game on Saturday, and I'm afraid it will be late." There was still a hint of frustration in Malfoy's voice, "Maybe I can cancel it."

"No! No need," said Hermione immediately, frightened by Malfoy's aggressiveness. "On Sunday, I was going to see my parents, but I don't think they would mind if I went on Saturday."

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August 2003, 8, Sunday evening, outside a restaurant, in an alley, 24:9.

When Hermione is sober and rational, she will regard it as a little joke made by fate. On this night five days ago, here she thought Malfoy had no feelings for her, and returned home a little disappointed, determined to overcome this strange emotions.

But now, Malfoy's slightly drunken face, and the way he looked at her tenderly, made Hermione understand that she could never go wrong, even emotionally.

"I think it's time for us to go home." Hermione didn't want this to happen too quickly, she smiled and said goodbye to Malfoy.

Malfoy grabbed Hermione's wrist gently but could not refuse, and Hermione couldn't help but shuddered, which was different from his tight grip full of urgency in the office that day, and even Apparated with him the first day in Hyde Park It was different from doing whatever he wanted at the time, and Malfoy at this moment made Hermione feel strange like never before. His pale platinum eyebrows, his deep gray-blue eyes, his pink cheeks, and those two slightly The parted lips were slowly approaching her.

When Hermione felt Malfoy's tender lips against hers, she couldn't help but move closer to him.

It was a disguised kiss, soft and slow at first, and quickly became urgent and aggressive. Hermione had to hook Malfoy's neck tightly to keep her strength from losing too quickly.She was savoring her feelings in between, and it surprised her that she felt genuine joy at being close to Malfoy.

But Hermione was startled when she felt Malfoy's hand squeeze into her tight jeans.

"What are you doing!"

Hermione pushed him away.As if she was about to trip, she slammed her foot on the wall twice, and quickly slipped past him, moving to the side with a distance of two people.

Malfoy asked confusedly, "I thought you wanted to..."

"OMG, I never thought of that!" Hermione exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, but it's you…" Malfoy's suit jacket was wrinkled, and Hermione figured it was her fault for grabbing his back too hard.

But she still puffed her face and said, "Yes, let me talk! It's not about letting your hands be stuffed into my pants so quickly!"

"Sorry, sorry." Hermione actually thought at this moment that this was the most apology she'd ever heard from Malfoy.

She straightened her hair, "If you don't mind, please leave!"

"Okay, of course." Malfoy nodded hastily.He took a step back, looked at Hermione again and asked, "Granger, can we come out again? I mean, I won't behave inappropriately again."

"Let it be." Hermione calmed down and answered him as normal as possible.

"See you tomorrow," Malfoy said finally, Apparating in front of Hermione.

"Goodbye." Hermione looked at a strand of light blond hair falling in the air, and reached out to drag it in her palm.

What a night.

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When Malfoy Apparated at the other end of the alley, he hid himself in the shadow of the corner, secretly watching Hermione who was still standing there.

The moment he Apparated just now, he decided to go back to this alley.It didn't occur to him at this moment that he might suffer some dire consequences from his failure to Apparate, but he just wanted to take another look at her.

This is not because Hermione is very beautiful, nor is it because she has a beautiful figure, but because when she kissed him just now, there was a particularly gentle and kind expression on her face, and when he looked at her pair of Under the thick eyelashes, it became a shiny brown, ah, she was looking at him with eyes that were intoxicating, as if she was telling something.

When she pushed him away because of his inappropriate behavior, between Hermione's kind eyes and the red lips that had not lost their upward curve, there was a suppressed lively vitality, it seemed that she was full of joy and couldn't hold back To come out of her shining eyes.

Malfoy keenly noticed that she was deliberately hiding the light in her eyes, but it couldn't help appearing in a faint smile.

He watched in the dark as she stretched out her hand, held something carefully, and then disappeared into the dim light.

He didn't return to Malfoy Manor until the chill of the night crept up Malfoy's leg bones and knees.

And for a short while before bed, Malfoy just wanted to hurry up to tomorrow and see Hermione.

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On Monday morning, Hermione and Malfoy kept a distance as much as possible in the office, so that colleagues who came to the office to submit last week's work report would not notice their strange situation, at least Hermione thought so.She threw herself so quickly into her work that she didn't notice that Malfoy rarely took his eyes off her.

When something hit her in the back of the head, Hermione turned around, only to see Malfoy leaning back in his chair nonchalantly, reading some documents.

She picked up a small ball of paper on the ground, gilded white letter paper, very Malfoy style.Hermione unfolded it, and there were two small figures drawn in black lines on the paper. A man with short hair was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and he was reaching out to the lady with hair tied beside him. I don't know what kind of magic Malfoy used. The little people have been repeating the action of raising their hands, and above their heads, the circled part is written. "Lunch together?"

Hermione couldn't help smiling, she went to the desk, picked up a quill and wrote on it, "I decide where to eat."

Then she rolled up the letter, aimed at Malfoy's golden head, and threw it hard.