Magical Apparition 1

Blaise put Draco's left arm around his neck, and supported him with his right hand, barely standing.The road was a little slippery, and although Draco was trying to maintain his body's balance, it didn't help, and the dizziness almost made him fall to the ground.Fortunately, Blaise supported him in time. Blaise supported his unstable body and greeted Hermione in what he thought was his best state: "Hi, Granger."

"Hmm..." Hermione stood in front of the door, looking hesitantly at Blaise, then at Draco, who seemed to be drinking too much.

"It's like this...Draco is a little too drunk." Blaise pointed at Draco helplessly: "And today's weather is extremely bad."

Hermione looked at the sky still covered with snowflakes, raised her eyebrows, and signaled Blaise to continue.

"Disapparation cannot be used in Malfoy Manor. It is impossible for me to drag him for such a long distance in such a heavy snow day. Besides, I have to go to Gringotts to deal with some things later..." Blaise looked carefully Hermione's expression changed, she already knew what she was going to say next, Hermione frowned slightly.

"I know it's awkward to interrupt you like this, but Granger, I really can't think of anyone I can turn to for help..." Blaise suddenly realized that the words he said were too far-fetched, he should have stopped when Draco was drinking Time to consider making up a more convincing excuse.

"You know, I can't leave him alone in the bar. If so, maybe he will be designed tomorrow morning. Granger, for Susan's sake, help me take care of Draco, of course, It would be great if you have the ability to send him back to the manor, but that's not an easy task. Maybe you can let him spend the night here, and you can let him go back when he sobers up in the morning..." Hermione was thinking Bryce opened his mouth, but Blaise didn't intend to give her a chance to shirk, "That's it, I'll trouble you to take care of Draco tonight." With that, he pushed Draco towards Hermione.

Blaise's move caught her off guard, she instinctively supported Draco's unstable body, Draco muttered in a low voice, and frowned slightly, Hermione let one side of his body lean on the door frame to maintain balance , When she came back to her senses, there was no trace of Blaise.

Hermione sighed helplessly, looking at the man in front of her.Draco leaned sideways on the door frame, his head against the cool wall, his brows still frowning slightly.

"Draco, Draco..." Hermione patted Draco's cheek lightly to make sure he was still conscious, Draco raised his eyebrows slightly in pain, and opened his eyes slightly: "Hermione... ..." When he saw the person in front of him clearly, he couldn't believe it, "How could it be you?" He looked very uncomfortable, and pressed his temple hard.

"Brace sent you here," Hermione explained, worrying about Draco's current state. "Is it uncomfortable?"

Draco turned over and leaned his back against the wall: "Headache...a little dizzy..." He held his forehead and rubbed it gently to relieve the pain and discomfort in his head.

"Go inside and rest, maybe sleep will make you feel better." Hermione looked at Draco, and Draco stopped his hands and looked at Hermione.

"There is also a guest room in the house. If you plan to stay here overnight, I'll help you prepare the bed." Hermione suddenly felt that what she said before sounded like an invitation, and added with a little embarrassment.

"Well, thanks." Draco couldn't sort out his thoughts for a while, he didn't know how to face Hermione now, facing a weird night, the headache and dizziness continued, he leaned against the wall with difficulty , closed his eyes.

"Let me help you in." After a while, when the pain was no longer so strong, Draco heard Hermione's soft voice, and she stood beside him with her robe tightly wrapped around her body.He realized she had been standing outside like this for some time.Draco barely stood up, Hermione stepped forward to help him, Draco didn't think much, he leaned on the wall with his right hand, put his left arm around Hermione's neck, exerted a little strength, Hermione didn't stand up Steady, the whole leaned in Draco's arms.

Draco glanced sideways at Hermione.

"I didn't stand up just now..." Hermione said softly with her head down, she was aware of the heat on her face and her heart was beating fast, which she didn't want Draco to notice.

Draco leaned cautiously against Hermione, and Hermione moved forward cautiously, she was still in his arms, but they both pretended not to care.

Draco leaned on the simple fabric sofa in the house, closed his eyes and rested.Hermione let him sit here when she entered the room, and she went to tidy up the room.When Draco was half asleep, Hermione pushed him awake.

"What is this?" Draco looked at the strange liquid in the cup Hermione handed him, exuding a strange smell.

"Coffee." Hermione sat down on the single seat on the other side: "There is no potion for sobering up at home, this one can also sober up, so I made a cup for you."

Draco picked up the cup dubiously, took a sip, and frowned slightly.

"Is it bad?"

"The taste is a bit special..." Draco put the cup on the coffee table and leaned back on the sofa.

"Go and rest, I've got the bed ready." Hermione said, going forward to help Draco.

Draco leaned against the head of the bed and closed his eyes slightly. There was a faint scent of vanilla in the room, which made him feel relaxed.

Hermione helped Draco take off his shoes, set him up on the bed, took off his suit, vest, and his tie.Draco just closed his eyes, as if asleep.Hermione didn't feel that these tasks were too heavy, but the hot body and the fine sweat on her forehead still made Hermione feel uncomfortable.

Hermione sat down on the edge of the bed, looking out the window, she needed some time to think.There was a warmth from the back of his hand, Draco gently held her hand, he still closed his eyes and leaned against the head of the bed, as if the series of movements just now were not done by him.

Hermione sighed softly, her eyes shifted from between the palms to Draco's face, his chiseled face was still full of vigor, Hermione moved slightly closer to Draco, the years hadn't left his face The obvious traces, on the contrary, made him look even more handsome. She had watched this familiar yet never-familiar face many times, and she would always unintentionally remember his face, his eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips. Min inexplicably stretched out her hand to caress.Here - just this afternoon, Astoria kissed here, Hermione's index finger rested on Draco's lips, she frowned slightly, and then quickly withdrew her hand.Hermione took a deep breath, looked up at Draco again, he didn't seem to be disturbed by her actions, his eyes were closed peacefully, his breathing was calm, and his lips moved slightly.Hermione didn't think any more, she knelt on the edge of the bed, leaned over and kissed Draco's lips before leaving.

Hermione's face turned red instantly, she didn't even think about doing this, but she did, facing Draco's face so close, her breath became more and more urgent, "I have to leave." Hermione's remaining Reason reminded her.

But at this moment Draco opened his eyes slightly, he seemed to realize what happened just now, he put his hands around Hermione's waist, with a little force, Hermione fell on him completely, without waiting for Hermione to make any reaction, Draco gave her a lingering deep kiss, he gently took off the thin clothes on Hermione's body, touched the smoothness on her back, Hermione trembled slightly, let out a soft cry, Draco turned over and pressed her on Under him, all reason, scruples, and prejudices disappeared in an instant. Hermione pulled his shirt and began to kiss him back, catering to him...

The snowflakes outside the house are still flying quietly, and the orange light warmly fills the whole room.

When the sunlight began to peek across the room wantonly, Draco woke up, his right arm was still slightly numb, and he gently stroked the bed on the right - it was empty.But there still seemed to be a little bit of her body temperature and her unique smell.The obvious dampness of the mattress seemed to bear witness to how crazy they had been last night.The corners of Draco's mouth rose slightly, and he stood up.Hermione had already cleaned up his clothes and put them on the bedside table.

Today is Friday, Hermione panicked early in the morning - they overslept, Draco ignored Hermione's impatience, he held her in his arms again, hoping she could sleep with him for a while, he They hoped that they would choose to skip work today, but this idea was undoubtedly rejected by Hermione, and she left the guest room in shame and annoyance.It seemed that what happened last night was far less serious than being late for work. Draco was so tired that he even questioned Hermione's physical fitness, but he soon fell into a deep sleep again.

By the time Draco finished washing and getting dressed, it was almost noon, and it would be a peace of mind for him to be able to catch up with the director's meeting in the afternoon.Draco fastened his tie in front of the mirror and whistled proudly.Until now he thought it was all too fast to be real, but it happened.The harsh colors on the bed sheets really shocked Draco, he didn't remember last night or the alcohol so clearly, but at this moment the vague memory came back clear, there was a slight pain in his left shoulder - there was Hermione yesterday Tooth marks from the night.In a good mood, Draco changed his melancholy for the past few days and walked towards the fireplace happily.

He originally wanted to go to Hermione's office to talk to her. Although he didn't think of a topic, but considering the time, Draco directly used Floo powder to come to the main hall of the Ministry of Magic. It seemed that many people looked at her with strange eyes. Looking at him, Draco paused, looked at his whole body, and after confirming that he was no different from usual, he walked towards the elevator hesitantly and pressed the button for the fifth floor. "I can't believe it..." "Are you sure..." He heard someone whispering in the corner.

Gossip

As soon as Draco walked into the office, he saw Theodore and Blaise sitting on the sofa in the corner, obviously waiting for him.

"Draco, did you forget your watch?" Blaise mocked his late arrival.

Draco put his hands in the pockets of his suit trousers, walked towards Blaise and Nott calmly, and spread his right palm in front of Blaise.

"I want to prevent Kreacher from finding you..." Blaise said, taking out Draco's exquisitely crafted vintage pocket watch from his trouser pocket and handing it back to him, "Lucius thought of using this method to monitor You?"

Draco glanced at Blaise and put the watch in his breast pocket.

"How?" Seeing that Draco didn't want to start the topic of pocket watches, Blaise directly changed the topic to something he was more interested in.

"What?" Draco raised his eyebrows slightly, and sat down on the sofa beside him. Nott put down his teacup, looking back and forth between the two of them.

"You know what I'm asking? I mean last night... you and Granger..."

"Cough..." Draco coughed and interrupted Blaise.

"So what the newspaper said is true?" Nott asked in surprise.

"That's still fake?!" Blaise was a little proud but also unabashedly joking, he hadn't even read the newspaper.

"What paper? What did it say?"

"Today's "Daily Prophet", you and Granger are on the front page." Nott said, picking up the newspaper on the sofa and handing it to Draco.

Draco eagerly took it, turned the page, and there was a picture of Hermione and him in front of his eyes - it was taken the moment they entered the house.The pictures show Draco walking into the room with Hermione in his arms, but from the perspective of the camera, they look like a pair of lovers flirting with each other.Draco gripped the newspaper harder, his face began to heat up, and an imperceptible blush appeared on his pale cheeks.

Although Draco often appeared on the headlines of various publications, appearing in the form of a scandal made him feel very uncomfortable.He was very disgusted that his love life became the talk of others after dinner, not to mention that this rumored girlfriend was Hermione.Prominently headlined "Challenging the Pure-Bloods," Rita Skeeter wrote in the commentary: "They pretended to dislike each other while courting each other, the Mudblood challenge to the Pure-Bloods - apparently she won !” Draco frowned.

"The angle is really good..." Bryce looked at the photo, pretending to tune in.But Draco noticed that the photographer was none other than Albert Na, who often exposed Blaise's scandal.

"Last night...you shouldn't have taken me there." Draco casually threw the newspaper on the coffee table. He regretted getting drunk in front of Blaise, and even more regretted that Blaise sent himself to Hershey Min family.Blaise has always been a maker of gossip, and it is not uncommon for a few cameras to follow him.

"Merlin..." Blaise frowned puzzled, "You dare say that nothing happened to you last night, you were not happy, huh?" He looked at Draco suspiciously, obviously he didn't understand De The meaning in Laco's words.

Draco looked at him incomprehensibly, then frowned, and then there was a little irritation in his eyes: "Did you add something to my wine?" He narrowed his eyes slightly.

Blaise raised the corners of his lips slightly, and stood up: "Actually, it's not just you, Draco, but also Granger." He glanced at Draco, "Don't be surprised, I asked Susan for help, but Maybe she still doesn't know...know." Before Blaise finished speaking, Draco had already taken out his wand from the hem of the inside pocket of his suit, "You've never been so irrational, Draco... I I don't know why you took out your wand..." Blaise felt the muscles on his face twitch slightly.

Draco chuckled, stood up and walked towards Blaise: "But you know I don't like being played with." His voice was firm and dangerous.

"No, no, Draco." Blaise had a flattering smile on his face, he stepped forward quickly, grabbed Draco's wand-holding hand, and stopped him from raising his wand.Nott sat aside and watched this scene amusedly. When Draco took out his wand, he did sweat for Blaise, but he soon realized that Draco couldn't cast spells - he gave Blaise opportunity to beg for mercy.Frowning, Draco finally put his wand back, threatening in a warning tone, "You'll have to make up for this."

Blaise looked at him in disbelief: "I helped you!" His voice was a little loud because of emotion, but the moment he looked at Draco, he stopped abruptly.Draco's sullen eyes were clearly saying "it was all a mistake, and it was you who made the mistake"

"...Okay." Blaise hesitated for a while, "It's nothing..." He forced a smile and looked at Draco, but Draco just looked at the cracks in the wooden floor.He sat down beside Theodore, and Theodore patted him on the shoulder, but his eyes said: "Your fault. Find a way to remedy it."

"What do you want me to do?" Blaise let out a sigh of relief. He originally wanted to take the opportunity to borrow Zaomu from Draco to complete his new potion, but it seemed hopeless.

"What did you put in the wine?" he asked directly.

"Ylan, I added Yilan's... improved... Blessing Elixir."

Everyone fell silent, Blaise and Theodore looked at Draco playfully, and Draco remembered the sweaty sheet.

Blaise looked away quickly before Draco could look at him.

"Your Felicia didn't bring me luck," Draco said sarcastically, staring at the newspaper on the table.

Blaise played with the snake-shaped ring on his ring finger, he disagreed with what Draco said in his heart, the most urgent thing was how to borrow that precious piece of wood from Draco.According to the records in the book, there are only three pieces of this kind of wood, which were refined by a wizard named Angus Gale, and one of them was placed in the old house of the Malfoy family.But today he couldn't borrow it, and he didn't want to waste any more time because of these little things, but maybe it was a little thing for him, but not for Draco.

"Did you kiss?" Blaise said quietly, without the slightest hint of question.

"What?" Draco said nothing, and Theodore questioned in disbelief.

"You kissed. Believe me, Draco, my potion has always been used properly. If you don't have some prelude, it won't work." Seeing that Draco didn't speak, Blaise regained his confidence: "In other words In other words, I never have to be responsible for the results of my potion application, because its effects are completely exerted and controlled by you yourself. It is because you love each other..." He didn't continue.

Draco looked directly at Blaise, his pale cheeks turned white and red, and Theodore stood up in good time: "Zambini, I think you've stayed long enough. If you stay any longer, Cook will find I'm in trouble," he said, picking up Blaise's robe and beckoning him out.

"When you figure it out...Draco, thank me very much." He took the robe from Nott's hand, walked down the platform neatly, and walked towards the door, and Nott followed quickly.

"It seems that your new potion will take a lot of time to succeed. Maybe you should tell him in a different way. You said that today, unless he gets it and forgets it, otherwise he won't borrow the wood. Here you are." Standing at the entrance of the corridor, Theodore and Zambini were talking.

"I've been tactful enough. Otherwise, he would never dare to face his true feelings. What's more, what I said is also true." Blaise breathed a sigh of relief, and put on his robe.

"That makes sense. But how did you come up with the idea of ​​using the ylang-ylang elixir?"

"This modified love potion is not difficult for me to make," he said proudly.But Nott suddenly felt that his question was stupid, Blaise looked at him, and then at the location where the elevator came, and a group of people were walking in.

"Actually, I added more than that." Before Nott could respond, he walked into the elevator quickly.He was not worried about the problem of Zaohemu, he felt that the situation was not as Nott said, and one day Draco would lend it to him, or even give it to him—because Draco would definitely be with Granger Together, and I am the one who helps them the most.Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing out loud, which attracted the attention of the people around him.

"Hermione, I saw the hickey on your neck." Hearing Susan's sudden words, Hermione instinctively covered her neck, but she immediately realized her mistake.She was wearing a shirt with a vertical collar, and the neckline of the shirt properly covered the marks on her neck.The collar wasn't loose or askew at all, and Susan couldn't see the skin behind the fabric.Hermione put down the quill a little angrily, and looked at Susan who was having fun.

All the things today were enough for her to worry about, and at this time Susan still insisted on getting her to the bottom of it.

Hermione has obviously felt physically unwell since she just woke up. Looking at Draco beside her, she didn't know how to face him. He might think that she was seducing him. After all, he drank, but from his The crazy behavior last night did not look like a drunk person at all.But she could only blame herself for not grasping the remaining rationality, and washed her body despondently.

But she soon discovered the problem again, no matter how much she cast the "return to new" spell, she couldn't get rid of the red bloody spot on her neck, and she couldn't help but blame Draco for choosing such a place to leave his mark .After her third attempt at the spell was declared a failure, she had to barely hide the color with concealer, and she wore a collared blouse just in case.

She wanted to avoid Draco temporarily, but the situation in the Ministry of Magic made her even more embarrassed. Almost everyone who saw her looked at her strangely. At first she thought they were attracted by her beautiful collar shirt Attracted, but she soon realized otherwise.

Walking into the office, Susan followed all the way in.Because he was late, Short took his place to try the case of wizard abuse of magic that happened in Herefordshire not long ago.And Susan closed the door nervously before walking up to Hermione and handing her today's "Daily Prophet".Hermione draped her coat over the back of the chair and took the newspaper, immediately stunned.

"Did he... stayed at your house yesterday?" Susan didn't analyze Hermione's feelings at all, and directly asked this question that had been holding her back for a long time.

"Yes." Hermione had already sat down on the chair, and she looked much calmer.

"Then, you..."

"Nothing happened to us." Hermione immediately vetoed: "Susan, today you have to summarize all the cases that have been tried this week, but don't forget."

"Okay, okay." It seemed that Hermione couldn't get her words right for a while, so Susan decided to give up: "Only you do your best to that old man Jonas." She curled her lips and walked outside.

But now... Hermione was sure that the closer Susan and Blaise got, the worse it was for her. She even learned to be careful with herself, and she must have learned it from Blaise.

"You must have a relationship, tell me, Hermione. Don't hide it from me anymore..." Susan walked to the chair in front of the desk and sat down, not afraid of Hermione's anger.

"As you said, we did." Hermione let out a weak breath and finished the short sentence quickly.

"Merlin...this is so shocking!" Susan yelled in surprise, and stood up from the chair.

Why didn't Blaise teach her how to control her emotions? Hermione watched helplessly as Susan lost control of her emotions because she was confirmed from her own place.

"Shocked, shocked..." Susan started pacing back and forth in front of Hermione, muttering.

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"Susan, Susan!" Hermione put her hands to her forehead irritably, resting her elbows on the table.

"Hermione, Short will go crazy if he finds out." Susan finally stopped talking, but she soon had a new idea.

"Can't say it!"

"Why?! We can even tell Greengrass!" When Susan couldn't help yelling loudly, Hermione cast a listening spell on the room in time.

"No - can - say." Hermione spit out firmly, she looked very serious, Susan regained some sense.

"Short, tell Short... she's going to go crazy. You didn't see the expression on her face when she came to the office in the morning, that face was twisted... tsk tsk... scarier than Voldemort, I bet she saw the news early in the morning Haha..." But she quickly suggested with gusto, thinking Hermione would agree with her.

"No. No one can tell!" Hermione didn't find it funny at all, so she put on a straight face.

"Okay...then I won't tell anyone, I'll go to work first." Seeing that Hermione's face was not looking good, Susan finally shut up wisely and walked out of the office.Seeing the old wooden door being gently leaned shut, Hermione fell helplessly on the table.

In the directors' meeting in the afternoon, the directors of most departments came to the conference room unexpectedly early. While they were pretending to discuss the content of today's meeting, they looked at Hermione sitting in the middle of the long table from time to time.Hermione could only scribble on the parchment with a quill, pretending not to care about these scrutinizing eyes.She should have come later, like Draco did.But at the same time, Hermione also began to be angry that he, as one of the parties involved, hadn't shown up until now, and she was the only one who met the weird eyes of those weird directors.

Zeny presided over the meeting as usual. He had just sat down on the main seat when Draco knocked on the door and walked in. Everyone looked at him, and then at Hermione almost unanimously.

There were only two empty seats left on the conference table, one to Hermione's right-hand side and the other at the far end of the table.Cliff wasn't there, and one of the seats was Draco's.When Draco wrote his name on the attendance book next to Zeny, the stool next to Hermione pulled away in good time.Hermione didn't dare to look at Draco, she stroked the quill in her hand and didn't even dare to raise her head, she knew that many people were watching them.

Draco calmly walked over to Hermione and sat down, quickly opened the paper bag, and took out two pieces of parchment full of cursive English, which should be the content of his report today.

"Start today's meeting." Zeni tapped on the table to indicate.All the directors turned their attention to Zeni.

Draco glanced at Hermione. Her outfit today looked different than usual. Draco thought it was due to his own psychology. After all, their relationship was not like that of ordinary colleagues in the past.But he soon discovered that the cause was Hermione's collared shirt.Draco had always thought she was confident about his slender neck, so he almost never saw her wear clothes that covered her neck.But today she is wearing a black shirt trimmed with silver florals, paired with a red windbreaker, which makes her even more glamorous and glamorous, without concealing her charm and sexiness.He dared to say that no woman would look better dressed like this, and he didn't even want to look away.He followed the graceful arc of her cheeks to look at her neck, he remembered his masterpiece there last night, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.But Blaise suddenly came to mind, and his expression froze imperceptibly. He had to prove something.

Donaldson of the Department of Magical Traffic has finished stating the general content of the "Flying Speed ​​Limit Regulations" that will be promulgated. He is moving the chair so that his fat body can be comfortably fixed on the narrow seat. Draco withdrew his gaze and saw To the parchment on his desk.

Hermione's eyes kept going back and forth between the parchment and Zeny, she resisted the urge to look at Draco, she didn't want another rumor that she and Draco were flirting at the meeting.She concentrated her energy and shifted her attention to the meeting, but this undoubtedly made her more distracted. Apart from reporting the work situation step by step according to the originally prepared statement, she basically did not pay attention to what the other department directors said. Even when Zeny asked her about her personal opinion on witch attacks, she couldn't give the general outline as succinctly as in the past.Listening to her intermittent and disorganized remarks, Zeny did not speak, and motioned for Hermione to sit down. Draco quickly stood up and spoke to end Hermione's embarrassment, but the temperature on Hermione's face could not subside for a long time, she thought Even at Hogwarts, I had never been so embarrassed.

Everyone lamented that today's meeting was shorter than usual, but this short 30 minutes was longer than usual for Hermione, and she walked out of the meeting room wearily following the flow of people.

Draco passed by her, but she didn't have the energy to deal with him at all now, when Hermione decided to temporarily ignore Draco's existence, before she could cry out, Draco had already grabbed her left wrist, He pulled her hard and walked towards the corridor not far away.All the people present watched this scene in amazement, which was far more shocking than reading the images in the newspaper, and several of them followed the direction they left.

Hermione tried to follow Draco's footsteps so that she wouldn't fall, and at the same time she tried to break free from Draco's grasp, and her struggle only made Draco tighten his grip on her wrist.Hermione frowned painfully.

Draco turned around suddenly, and quickly pulled Hermione into a room next to him. He quickly closed the door with his left hand, and pulled Hermione into his arms slightly with his right hand, so that her back was against the door panel.When Hermione opened her mouth to ask a question, Draco immediately covered her mouth, signaling her to keep silent, Hermione's nostrils lingered with his characteristic faint scent of cypress.He took out his wand and closed his ears to listen.

"Can you let me go now?" Hermione raised her eyelids and stared at Draco. She was a little annoyed, twisting her left wrist that was held behind Draco.

"Okay, but you have to make sure you don't move around later, I have to confirm one thing..." He frowned and moved a little away from her.Letting go of her left hand, Hermione gave Draco a dissatisfied look, and gently touched her left wrist, she was sure there must be a large scar there.She was about to roll up her cuffs to take a look, but Draco put his left hand on her chin, let her head gently rest on the door, and started to unbutton her collar with his right hand.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, and when she realized it, she couldn't help blushing: "What are you doing?! Are you crazy?" She shouted impatiently, they are now in Jonas' lounge, opposite The door was connected to his office, and it might be opened at any time, and she didn't want to relive the memories of last night with Draco in such an environment, Hermione's hands began to push Draco away hard, and the parchment The paper bag fell to the ground.

"Be quiet, Granger, I'm just making sure." A slight pain in his jaw showed Draco's dissatisfaction at this moment.

"Unless I'm crazy, Malfoy!" Hermione said uncompromisingly.She turned away from Draco's left hand and pushed him away with all her might.Draco obviously stepped up to her with all his strength. He frowned and looked at the impatient Hermione in front of him. He leaned over, kissed her rosy lips, and aggressively pried open her teeth, occupying her territory.Hermione's movements stopped abruptly, obviously in shock.Draco held her cheeks, and gradually changed from domineering possession to gentle provocation.Hermione accepted Draco's kiss dumbly, her breathing became slightly rapid, her blood was boiling all over her body, and her cheeks became red hot from shyness.Hermione didn't push Draco away again, maybe she thought it was pretentious, after all, they even did more intimate things, even she didn't hate his kiss at all, she wrapped her arms around his neck instinctively, responded He, Draco's hand also began to move downstream, undoing the belt of her windbreaker and teasing the hem of her skirt.

With Hermione's exclamation, Draco hugged her, her back pressed against the door panel tightly, and his legs consciously wrapped around his body, Draco began to kiss her neck, collarbone... Heh Min nearly lost her mind, but the club in the corner reminded her where she was.There was a hint of coolness from the lower body, and Draco put his hand into her skirt.

"No, Draco..." She hugged Draco's head and whispered shyly, but it was not convincing at all.Draco didn't stop, and started to untie her last line of defense.

"No, no...don't do this, Draco." Hermione panted, holding Draco's hand that was about to move through the hem of her skirt, her face was flushed red, and her eyes were a little blurred.Draco frowned slightly, looking at her dissatisfied.

"Don't be here..." She turned her head away in embarrassment.

There was a moment of silence, and when Hermione wanted to turn her head to look at Draco, Draco bit her earlobe and blew in her ear: "Listen to you." He kissed her neck and put her down.

Hermione's heart was still beating hard, and she buttoned up her shirt nervously.

Draco pressed her arm: "Have you cast a spell?" He asked, touching the hickey on her neck.

Hermione nodded: "But it doesn't work." Draco stared at the mark intently, stroked it gently, and then quickly chanted a strange spell. After he tried for the fifth time, he lowered his arm and looked pale. Having returned to her usual pale staring at Hermione, Hermione buttoned up her clothes and straightened her clothes: "Is there... any problem?" She met his gaze.

Draco twitched his lips and said slowly, "The hickey can't be removed."

"Yes, what's the problem?" She started to comb her hair, which was a little messy from the struggle just now.

"It's a very ancient magic, a kind of black magic." His expression remained calm.

Hermione looked surprised: "How is it possible?"

"Brace gave us the potion, just last night," Draco responded bluntly. "He used Susan."

Hermione began to recall what happened last night, and she gasped involuntarily, "Soup?"

"Maybe." Draco touched his forehead and shrugged.

"So... what are the consequences?" Hermione asked uneasily.

"Maybe you should consider marrying me." He hardly had any emotional fluctuations, usually