Reversal Incidents Team

Malfoy knew he liked Hermione's very much.But he couldn't tell whether he loved her or not.

There were moments, though, when he was absolutely certain that he had never done this to anyone else.

For example, he almost 90.00% followed her schedule to plan their lives, and gave up using house elves to clean the house, Malfoy can already use some simple housework spells proficiently.

When Hermione, in her strange Muggle outfit, berated him for putting down the toilet seat, Malfoy only noticed how lovely her clean face was.

When Hermione put on her slightly mature work suit one by one in the morning, Malfoy watched her button every button intently.

After Hermione cooked him his first pasta meal, Malfoy swore it was the worst food he'd ever eaten, but he looked at her face and smiled and praised her.

Things like that let Malfoy know that he was fascinated by this witch.

It was one night in early November, and Malfoy had climbed the fire escape to Hermione's window, and they hadn't announced their relationship to anyone around them.

When they were honest with each other on the small bed in Hermione's cozy apartment, the night wind blew the white curtains into the room, but no one closed the window, they were too focused on what they were doing .

So Malfoy didn't expect Hermione to stop.

Hermione tugged at his hair suddenly and gently, forcing his lips away from her soft belly.

"I wanted to ask you some questions." Hermione looked stunning in the light.

Malfoy licked his lower lip, "I don't think now is the time honey." He was about to lower his head to kiss her again, only to find her pushing him hard.

Malfoy and Hermione were deadlocked, and it was strange that in such an environment of extreme honesty, she would demand the same honesty from his soul.He tried to make a sound, give her some comfort, or pull her towards him again.

The searing heat on her skin hadn't gone away, and the fire in Hermione's eyes was still intoxicating.

Malfoy surrendered, he would do anything, anything. "What do you want to know, honey." He searched for her soul with his lips, and he felt her passion throbbing under her skin.

At some point, her hand was inserted into his sweat-drenched hair, and the cold top of his head was touched by warm fingertips, and Malfoy looked up at her.

"Why become a Death Eater, do you really want to clear the lineage?" Her hand ran through his hair and gently fell to his ear.

Malfoy looked at her for a moment, understanding her determination to talk.

He shook his head, unwilling to talk about the subject.But Hermione still leaned on his bare chest, neither approaching nor leaving.

Malfoy knew how determined Hermione was.He had to say. "Ask something else, dear."

"Thank you." Hermione pulled a black shirt over her body, and Malfoy had to roll over and lie beside her.

"Do you think I'm your enemy?" Hermione asked.

Malfoy took a lock of her hair and played it around his fingers, and replied casually. "of course not."

He looked at Hermione's lovely brown-haired head, swaying slightly on her shapely shoulders.Her freckled face and delicate skin give her a special charm.

As Hermione turned a little towards him, her long brown hair covering most of her face, Malfoy reached out and pinned it behind her ear.

"Do you still think I'm a Mudblood?" Hermione asked another question.

Malfoy blurted out, "No!"

Hermione didn't seem to believe him, Malfoy added. "I actually don't fully understand the metaphor of the Mudblood, you know, my father told me since I was a child that only pure-blood wizards are noble, and the Slytherin students also think so, but you are too smart, I can't help but want to piss you off."

Hermione chuckled, "Maybe you liked me at school."

Unexpectedly, Malfoy also pondered the possibility of this matter in his mind.

Hermione mistook his silence, and Malfoy felt her close to him, and she actively approached.

Malfoy smiled as she gently kissed the right cheek. "What a witch you are."

They rarely talked about their time at Hogwarts, and Malfoy sometimes forgot how much he hated Hermione.But on this night, he had a different guess about the actions of those teenagers.

Perhaps it was because of the current life that affected his memory, he could suddenly see many scenes of Hermione in Hogwarts before his eyes.Her arms raised high in class, she walks across the grass with heavy book bags and Gryffindor students, she hugs a ginger cat and turns to look up at him, she is in Quidditch sidelines cheered, she wore a lavender dress at the ball, she used to have curly fluffy hair and cute front teeth, her bulging face and angry fists.

Malfoy knew these memories were real, but recalling how good they were felt unreal to him.

He felt Hermione's breath gently on the shattered hair on his forehead, "Mr. Malfoy, you said you blamed Harry...and me for his imprisonment."

"For a while, yes." Confessing to Hermione was easier than expected, Malfoy said. "After the war, when I was in custody at the Ministry, I hated the people who put my father in prison, not just Potter, or Weasley, or you, but the Minister, or everybody. Some Cynical right? I almost cried knowing my father survived the dementor's kiss. He's going to atone in a tiny prison cell, I don't know if that's good or bad, but for me and my mother Good enough. We could visit him on a regular basis. That cynicism I kept almost until my acquittal, and even half a year into re-reading Hogwarts, I couldn't shake the idea of ​​why we weren't the winning side .So I humiliated Potter with a silent spell in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Hermione smiled and said, "Yes, Harry's silent spell is terrible."

Malfoy suddenly became curious, "Can you answer my question? You and Potter, have you really never dated?"

"No!" Hermione denied it loudly, and she seemed to have been haunted by this question for years.

Malfoy had to hold her with a hand to keep her from sitting up in bed. "Hey honey, relax. I'm just asking."

"Why does everyone think that Harry and I have something, we are just friends, for God's sake, can't a man and a woman just be friends?" Hermione twisted uncomfortably under Malfoy's arms. Moved a bit.

Malfoy said deeply, "Maybe, but I know it's not a good idea to just talk when someone is like us now."

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If apart from Hermione's unlucky cold from leaving the window open the night before, she had to stay home with a fever and miss this morning's review meeting for the third draft of the new wizarding laws. The second thing to feel unhappy.

Malfoy apparated back to Malfoy Manor to change, and brought her a special breakfast and some potions to help her recover.Hermione finished eating and drinking wrapped in a thick sweater, and after saying goodbye to Malfoy, she lay back on the bed and fell asleep counting the cracks in the ceiling above her head.

When she was awakened by Malfoy who came back at noon, Hermione felt her head sinking even more.

Malfoy came back with lunch, and Hermione had just sat at the table with him when the knock on the door made her get up.She walked so unsteadily that Malfoy had to put down the spoon to support her.

Hermione said, "Maybe the neighbor came to ask for the fresh-keeping bowl I borrowed from him yesterday, Draco, can you get it for me?"

Malfoy, she stayed by the door, and turned to get the wand from the table.

At the moment when Feilai summoned the fresh-keeping bowl, Hermione opened the door, and what she saw was a beautiful red-haired lady, whose surprised mouth was open enough to fit the bowl.

For some reason, Hermione burst into a burst of energy, and she pulled Ginny in.

"Ginny, honey, listen to me!" Hermione and Ginny both sat on the sofa and said to her anxiously.

Malfoy on the side put down the bowl leisurely, and poured a cup of black tea with great interest and brought it over. "Miss Weasley, tea?"

"Malfoy, thanks." Ginny took the tea from Hermione.Hermione took the opportunity to glare at Malfoy, she felt a sudden puff of breath from the soles of her feet, which lifted her spirits, and she said before Ginny could ask, "I'm sick, so Malfoy came to take care of me. Ginny, promise me you won't tell anyone else."

"Merlin's beard, you two, are you dating each other? Since when?" Ginny ignored Hermione's evasiveness, and directly asked the fact that Hermione had been trying so hard to hide from her friends.

Hermione felt her head hurt again. "About the end of August, Ginny, I don't want to cause unnecessary trouble, especially if Harry and Ron know."

"Hermione, they're your friends, and so am I, you should have told us." Ginny put the teacup next to the basket she'd brought, wrapping Hermione's between her hands. "Even Draco Malfoy."

Hermione lowered her head helplessly, and Ginny continued with a smile. "Today, I heard from my father that you were sick and didn't go to the Ministry of Magic in the morning, so I came to visit you. I didn't expect to find out that you lied to us about such a big thing. But for the sake of your illness, I won't ask more questions, but when you recover Now, you must tell me everything exactly."

"Of course, of course!" Hermione shook Ginny's hand back.

Ginny was an understanding girl, she said and stood up. “I leave it up to you to tell the others, now I think I should go.”

"Let me take you out, Miss Weasley." Malfoy caught up with Ginny before Hermione could say more, and he pushed Hermione on the sofa and gave her a reassuring look.

Ginny bent down and kissed Hermione on the cheek, "Have a good rest, Hermione."