[HP]Helen Pan

The Christmas holiday is coming to an end in a blink of an eye, and Harry is still frowning over the golden egg he got from the dragon in the game that day.The relationship between Hermione and Ron is also a bit bad. Although they are polite on the surface, they are actually a bit outrageous.I guess Ron and Hermione are probably in the ambiguous period of youth. Muggle love novels always like to write like this-the two childhood sweethearts reach a certain sensitive age, their relationship will change qualitatively, and their views on each other will change. There will also be some changes.Maybe Ron liked Hermione, that's why he always targeted her so intentionally or unintentionally.But when I told Hermione my conjecture, she closed the book hard, laughed a few times, turned around and left, making people puzzled.

And I'm also regretting what happened on Christmas night. Although the process was chaotic, I clearly remember that I seemed to pick things first.Whenever I think of this incident, I wish I could dig a hole and bury myself in it.

On a snowy night, Draco's hair was covered with white snow. He lowered his head, his bangs concealed his expression, and he tightly pressed his slightly pale lips.

The bitter wind carried ice particles roaring and blowing past the ears, the wind and snow billowed all over the sky and blurred people's vision, and the light-colored figures were so pale that they almost melted into the icy moonlight...

These kinds of images are always circling in my mind, accumulating bit by bit into a heavy sense of guilt.

Seeing Draco in the hospital wing that day made my conscience worse, maybe I was sexually assaulting it?Come to think of it, it's been a long time since I've seen him eating at the Slytherin table.Maybe he is also trying to hide from me...

Maybe I should apologize to him, after all, it was me who made this all come to this point.But I really don't know how to face Draco, I even resist what happened that day from the bottom of my heart.Maybe I could chalk this up to adolescent sexual urges and exploration, but... isn't that and should be a secret between lovers?

So, do I like Draco?

do not know……

"Hey! Why are you in a daze?" Michael patted me on the forehead with the exercise book. The question is correct." Michael said very troublesomely, "I said you have a better memory, okay? I have written down the steps to solve the problem, you can read it yourself, and ask me if you don't understand." Then, He rambled and started packing his things.A blonde girl was standing at the door of the self-study classroom, nodding and saying hello to us.Her name is Luna Lovegood, a fourth-year Ravenclaw student, with long waist-length blond hair and fair skin, making Luna look very charming, but also with some inexplicable The nervousness that Gryffindor girls call Ravenclaw.

"They're in a relationship?" Hermione, who was sitting on the side, raised her head from the book "How to Make Your House-Elf Be More Obedient" in her hand, and looked curiously at the backs of the two who left side by side.

"Well..." I nodded listlessly, Michael was probably the only one of my friends who seemed to have luck after the Yule Ball, although his love life was always clouded...

"They started dating after the prom." I shrugged, put away the function problems in front of me, and then started to help Hermione sort out the unfair treatment of house elves.Hermione said she was going to write a promotional piece for the Fairy Fairy Club, and I volunteered to help her, you know, I have to find something for myself so that I don't have time to think about it.

"I still think Michael should admire you." Hermione screwed on the ink bottle cap nonchalantly.

"Why?" I twisted my head and looked at Hermione strangely.

"Didn't you say that?" Hermione closed the book indifferently, with a faint smug look on her side face, "Muggle love novels always like to be written like this."

Thinking of my swearing when I talked about Hermione and Ron's conjecture a few days ago, I can only sigh silently at this moment——Mom is right, but everything that comes from life has been divorced from life.

In this way, Muggle romance novels are not reliable.

Hermione put the books and notes into her bag one by one, and then said to me with a small basket, "Let's go to the kitchen to see Dobby and Winky, I knit scarves for them."

"Kitchen?!" I repeated in embarrassment.

Remember that the Hogwarts kitchen, like the Slytherin common room, is in the basement.

"Uh...Hermione, can I not go?" My eyes wandered around, and my tone was full of guilt that couldn't be concealed.

Hermione gave me a blank look, and then stretched out her hand to pull me up, "I know that the house elf liberation movement has a long way to go, but if we don't take the first step, we will never succeed!" Saying that, Hermione pulled me, striding towards the basement like a goddess of war.

Like all Muggle romance novels, when you're trying to avoid someone, the world is always small enough for you to just meet.

As Hermione and I walked across the hall and up the stairs to the basement, Draco was coming up from below.At that time, he was joking with a girl with chestnut hair. The girl's laughter was beautiful and sweet, but it made me feel very intrusive!I think I saw her at one of the old balls, Miss Greengrass, Daphne, if memory serves me.

Just when I was about to pass by.

"Is your cold better?" Draco raised his eyebrows and asked indifferently, as if it was a routine.

"It's much better." I replied a little stiffly, and then blurted out habitually, "What about you?"

"Well, that's okay." Draco paused on the spot, and naturally inserted his hands into his trouser pockets.

"Oh……"

Then they passed by and drifted away.

I don't know why, I suddenly feel inexplicably lost and bored, and I have an urge to scream and destroy.

I think I may also ushered in my second year of junior high school.

"Helen, your face is ugly, are you uncomfortable?" Hermione probably noticed my weirdness.She stopped on the first two steps, and stretched out her hand in front of me with a worried face.

I stared blankly at Hermione's palm, before shaking my head hastily after about half a minute.

"Maybe... you should go back and rest?" Hermione kindly suggested.

"No! I need this person to talk to now." With that said, I ran past Hermione towards the basement.

Pushing open the office door that I am most familiar with in the basement, I found the coffin that was placed in the corner and covered with dark red velvet.

After swiftly pulling away the piece of velvet cloth with golden tassels, I knocked rhythmically on the coffin board like knocking on the door.

"Can you wake up?"

The gorgeously decorated coffin was slowly opened, and Lester slowly opened his eyes, ice blue eyes with a faint hostility.Under the pale skin, the blue veins were clearly visible, and the tiny capillaries covered the side of his face and forehead like dark purple cobwebs.

"You better have something to do." Lester's tone was not very good, his dissatisfaction was written on his handsome face.He raised his lips, revealing his sharp blood teeth.

"Godfather, I need your help." I sat down on the wicker chair across from his desk, looking serious into Lester's eyes.

To be honest, I think this matter should seek help from an adult, but I can't imagine that my mother will cry when she finds out about this matter, saying that her daughter finally got rid of the nightmare of unsalable goods, and then in my A heavy pat on the shoulder, telling me what to do...

And my grandfather is a traditional old man with heart disease, I really don't want him to know the stupid things about my granddaughter when she was drunk.

After much deliberation, the only person (ghost) who is familiar, reliable, tight-lipped, and can give me useful advice is Lester.

"Listen..." I licked my lips and mentally organized my words again, "I had something happen with a friend of mine at the Christmas party that shouldn't have happened, um... very out of bounds." I looked Lester in the eyes and said honestly, "I don't know what to do, I need your help, Lester."

Lester was still sitting in his coffin, he seemed extremely impatient, raised his hand to brush his hair, then asked with a frown, "That Muggle kid?"

"No." I shook my head, "It's Malfoy."

"Oh!" Lester nodded knowingly, his left hand was resting on the side of the coffin, his thumb was constantly rubbing against his chin, "But it's drunk sex?" He said with a smile on his face, "To Which step is it?"

"..." I hung my head in embarrassment. How should I answer this kind of question? Telling him that the foreplay is enough, is it just a step away!

"Isn't it just sex?" Lester laughed coldly, like a mockery, "Human beings are always faithful to their instincts, and you don't need to be ashamed of your nature." As he spoke, he lay down again down.

Before closing the coffin again, Lester came out of the coffin again: "If you are satisfied with the degree of compatibility with each other, why not try to date him. Oh! Of course, the hairy boy usually has no experience , maybe you will be nervous, I suggest you make an appointment and try again before deciding.”

……

Looking at the closed coffin, I really had the urge to find an ax to chop him off.

I didn't seem to run into Draco after class in the days that followed, and Harry and Ron seemed to have something big to do and never attended any leadership meetings of the Pokemon Society.So much so that I have a veto right for any proposal made by President Hermione...

The days flew by, and the second game of the Triwizard Tournament arrived as scheduled.

At breakfast, Hermione and I didn't see Harry at the table, and Ron, after wolfing down a sandwich, told us that Harry hadn't found his way to the game yet, and now he was struggling in the library.With that said, he took a few more sandwiches and hurried out.

I asked Hermione if we wanted to help too, but before Hermione could answer I was called away by Professor McGonagall, who was walking hurriedly.

I sat at the dining table and finished my breakfast quietly. My surroundings were empty and my heart was empty. A strange idea like being abandoned occupied my mind, which made me feel even more depressed for a while.

Subconsciously looking towards the long table in Slytherin, Draco was drinking milk at the time, and when he caught my sight, he unfortunately... choked...