Reversal Incidents Team

2004年2月14日，8：05AM.

Malfoy was awakened by a beam of sunlight hitting his face, turned over and saw a lavender dress in the dim room.

It fits snugly, but it's too tight, and Malfoy can see the round hips tightly wrapped by the fabric, and the waist, so thin that it doesn't hold much, it took him a while to look at the owner of the skirt. When picking up her brown slightly curly, long hair hanging down the back, as it moved to the smooth and delicate back, the golden zipper slowly went up, and pulled to the end under the protruding butterfly bone.

Malfoy closed his eyes suddenly, imagining the delicate skin under the skirt.

He wasn't sure he was sober, the firewhiskey from last night wasn't quite gone from his body yet.

Suddenly he felt the cold lips sticking to his cheeks, gently brushing like a feather.He vaguely felt Hermione's cold fingertips sliding from his cheek to the base of his ear, waiting, and the coolness between that made him open his eyes involuntarily.She couldn't help but put on the skirt and put on light makeup.The breath of makeup powder was not strong, but he could smell the cool breath of mint in his breath.

"I didn't know you were always so charming this morning..." Malfoy's hand gently clasped the back of Hermione's head before she could pull her hair up.

Suddenly a small piece of mint was stuffed into his mouth.

"this is for you."

He pressed the little candy under his tongue, and mumbled, "It's so early, I'm a little tired..." Before he could say anything, he saw Hermione pull down her shoulder straps, her honey-colored skin looked delicious .He thought of the scene he saw when he was half asleep and half awake, and the words changed when he spoke. "I'm not so tired now."

His lips were almost pressed against hers, breath could be heard, and the breath of mints was exchanged.

Malfoy was suddenly bitten by Hermione's lower lip, and he couldn't help laughing. "what are you up to?"

"Something special, today is Valentine's Day!" Hermione pushed her hair back with one hand, and then lifted off the thin white blanket.

So the cold fingertips ran down the shoulders all the way, the open neckline of the dark green nightgown was pulled open, and the belt was untied at some point.The enthusiasm in his body that was different from the smell of alcohol was magically ignited along with the hands of the witch who was gently straddling him.

Malfoy heard Hermione chuckle, inaudibly, and it tickled his heart.He tried a little harder, trying to turn over, but Hermione put her hand on him, looked up at him with brown, foggy eyes, and said in a hoarse voice. "You said you were tired, just lie down like this."

She clasped his hand irresistibly, the knuckles of her fingers rubbed against the back of the hand, clasping the back and forth.

This time it was her cold lips exploring his bare skin.Move down inch by inch.

He couldn't help straightening his waist, bringing their bodies closer, closer.

Hermione's hair was loose and brushed across his shoulders, the smell of citrus replaced the freshness of mints, he felt that his brain was in the most comfortable state, and from time to time was aroused to tremble by the shudder on his skin.

He clasped her hands tightly, rubbing his knuckles, and gently circling his fingertips in her palm.

It was like an extremely tender enjoyment, when his eyes found that ray of sunshine that woke him up.

When the tenderness was broken, Malfoy felt that the sunshine was not very hot.

He and Hermione's hottest places were tightly bonded together, she held her proud head, her purple skirt fell to her waist, and Malfoy's hand was stroking up and down the hollow of her back spine, just like thinking about it in the morning The smooth skin, accompanied by her ups and downs, sent a cold touch to the palm of her hand.

Both are very different from the slight warmth felt in another part of the body.

"Hermione," Malfoy heard himself muttering her name many times, his eyes were covered by the somewhat rough purple cloth in the middle, and he could only look for her traces from his breath. In an instant, he felt that the power of pursuit was extremely strong.

He finally rolled over and put her under him.

Hermione giggled, her hand crawled across his shoulder, and suddenly she came close and bit him on the shoulder.

"This is your punishment for not lying down obediently!"

Malfoy raised his eyebrows, just as he was about to regain some control, Hermione suddenly pointed in the direction of the window and said. "The Director's Owl, Draco, dear, I have a meeting to attend."

Malfoy was pushed away by Hermione, and he watched as she pulled her skirt over her chest, went to the bed and drew the curtains all the way, and raised the window to let the yellow owl fly in.

A letter, a damned letter, was taken down.Hermione had already said before opening the letter, "There is something urgent in the Ministry today, and I have to go to work."

Malfoy propped himself up to sit up, and he said in disbelief, "But today is Saturday, what urgent business can make you leave me, dear!" He emphasized his tone when he said leaving.

Hermione rearranged her clothes while putting the letter in her bag.

She turned her back to him again, "I think it's that case, you know, Nott took advantage of the new wizarding law, if it's not handled well, the Minister and us will lose face."

She quickly pulled up her hair and put on a sleeveless lavender dress, then turned around and kissed the strands of hair on Malfoy's forehead, then brushed them away so she could look him in the eye and said, "I'll Come back before dinner."

"I'll be out to dinner, with other people." Malfoy didn't kiss her back on the cheek.

"Honey, I hope you can wait for me." Hermione kissed his eyes again.

——————— I am the separator of the Malfoy family ——————————

2004年2月14日，8：05PM

Malfoy sat on the fire escape outside Hermione's apartment window, conjuring a blue rose with a silver border with his wand in boredom.He felt that it was a little imperfect, so when he let go, he let the flower fall.

It was too dark to see how many roses lay on the road.

He wanted to go back to his room and have a glass of wine first, but if that was the case, he couldn't help but want something to eat.

Maybe Hermione didn't mind that he ate first, Malfoy conjured another blue rose with two silver borders, he slipped into the bedroom through the window, and walked in through the inconspicuous little wooden door. Hermione's magical space.

There are flashing blue flowers swaying on the ground here, and the faint halo covers the whole space with a mysterious and gentle color.

There was a small boat floating on the lake in the distance, with its pointed stern facing the position where Malfoy was standing in the distance. He believed that when Hermione saw this scene, he would also feel a silent invitation.

The chairs under the tree by the lake were a little more refined than the last set. Malfoy would think of the table and chairs in the Slytherin lounge, and the green tablecloth, maybe Hermione would not like it.

But she'll love the wine in the ice bucket, and the delicacies preserved by magic.

Malfoy thought it would be better for him to wait, but suddenly a person who shouldn't appear appeared in front of him.

A house-elf bent over Malfoy. "Master Malfoy, madam, please go home."

——————— I am the separator of the Malfoy family ——————————

2004年2月14日，8:50PM

Hermione was looking for Malfoy in the room the second she stepped into the apartment, she took off her coat on the sofa and called his name. "Draco, I'm back."

No one responded in the quiet room. She walked into the bedroom and saw the window that was not closed in time, and he was not outside.

It occurred to Hermione that he might be by the lake, so she went through the small wooden door.

The blue light gently climbed up to her skirt, and Hermione covered her face and exclaimed the beauty here, and the boat on the lake not far away made her call a few times in a low voice. "Draco, Draco."

he is not here.

Hermione sat at the dining table for a while before confirming this. There was a blue rose with two silver borders on the side of the tableware. Hermione played with it for a while, and when she checked her watch, she found that it was almost ten Clicked.

She finally decided to have something to eat first, and after eating, she was still alone here, Hermione kicked the stones under her feet for a while, feeling that the energy that had just propped her up to spend a good night with Draco had been suppressed. The day's work once again took the upper hand.

She needed to put a nice tub of hot water in, enjoy a bubble bath, and maybe Draco would be back.

At a quarter past ten Hermione soaked herself in the citrus-scented bath, feeling the tiny bubbles of salt as it melted in the water.She floated a book in the air directly in front of her with a magic wand in her wet belt. On the white foam, the yellowish pages of the book flowed with time.

Because of magic, the bath tub has been kept at a comfortable temperature and the books that can always make her forget the time. Hermione didn't know what time she saw Malfoy appearing in the bathroom in a chill.

His pale blond hair hung down his forehead, his pale face looked haggard, and his gray-blue eyes seemed to beg Hermione not to ask him what happened.

Hermione stood up from the bathtub, and the bathrobe quickly wrapped her around her under the command of the wand. She collapsed out, and found Malfoy's hand extended to her with a hand still covered in foam.