[Comprehensive British and American] Einstein's male god

Chapter 73 Suspected Confession

Realizing that Winnie stopped suddenly, Harry looked up suspiciously. The next second, he was also stunned, his tone full of surprise: "Malfoy?"

Draco was originally here to deliver medicine to Madam Pomfrey on behalf of Professor Snape, and he didn't intend to stay longer, but when he was about to leave and passed by Harry Potter's hospital bed, he vaguely heard a familiar girl voice.

At first he wondered if he had heard it wrong, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't help approaching, stood outside the curtain and listened to the conversation inside, but after listening for a few seconds, he was already sure that the person inside was that little girl. idiot.

After standing there for less than a minute, his gray eyes were full of smoldering, Draco felt that his anger was reaching a critical point, look what he heard, that scarred head actually made that little idiot call him haha Li, and that little idiot actually agreed!

Draco's expression at this time made Harry feel a little uncomfortable, not worried about himself, but worried about Winnie, because he felt that Draco's anger was more aimed at Winnie.

"Winnie Einstein." Draco gritted his teeth, his handsome face twisted slightly, which showed that he was really angry at this moment.

Winnie stared at Draco with a blank mind, and before she could react, her wrist was tightly grasped, and then she was pulled hard.

"Horse..." Harry put the lunch box aside in a panic, and got off the hospital bed, trying to stop Draco.

It was just that Madam Pomfrey spotted him after walking a few steps, she angrily put down her work, rushed to Harry, put her hands on her hips, and said angrily: "Who told you to get out of bed, go back and lie down! "

"Madame Pomfrey, I..." Harry, who was blocked from seeing, wanted to explain, but Madam Pomfrey didn't intend to waste time with him at all, she pressed her hands on his shoulders and exerted a little force to let him go back own bed.

Reluctantly, Harry turned his head to look, only to find that Draco and Winnie had disappeared. A sense of powerlessness suddenly surged up, and he let Madam Pomfrey push him back on the bed helplessly.

Along the way, Draco dragged Winnie away in a very rude way, without caring whether the other party could keep up.

Winnie felt that her feet hadn't even touched the ground, and almost every time her toes touched the ground, she was pulled forward violently in the next second. This dangerous behavior made her frown unconsciously: " Malfoy, you..."

"Shut up!" The three words of Malfoy deeply stimulated Draco's nerves, and he interrupted Winnie's unfinished words in a rough tone, "I don't want to listen to you now."

Winnie didn't understand what was wrong with Malfoy, the only thing she could be sure of was that she didn't like his attitude at this time.

Draco suddenly stopped in front of a wall, waved his wand, and the wall turned into a door, which slowly opened.

"Go in." Draco's tone was very strong, and it was like an order at all. Seeing that Winnie didn't listen to him, he glared at her angrily.

Winnie pursed her lips and refused sternly, "No."

"Don't make me say it a second time." Draco sneered, his tone full of threats.

"Your mood is very unstable now, I suggest..." Before Winnie finished speaking, the strength of her wrist increased suddenly, and the next second, the world spun, and her whole body was in the air. The line of sight turned upside down.

Eyes widened in disbelief, Winnie never expected Malfoy to lift her on his shoulders.

Draco waved his wand, and the dark room was suddenly replaced by light, and then he threw Winnie roughly on the sofa, staring at her condescendingly.

"Malfoy!" Winnie stared at Draco angrily, and anger could be heard in her tone, which was usually not emotionally ups and downs.

"I told you to shut up!" Draco almost growled.

"Malfoy, you have no right to order me..." This feeling of disrespect annoyed Winnie.

"Damn it!" Draco had never hated the word Malfoy so much, it wasn't that he hated his own family, he was proud of being a Malfoy, what he hated was that the name came out of Winnie's mouth come out.

Why!

Why call that scarhead Harry, but call him Malfoy!

Draco bent down, put his hands on Winnie's sides, his gray eyes were burning with flames, as if he was going to burn the other person's body in the next second, he put his face close to Winnie, and sneered: "Sometimes I I really want to strangle you."

Winnie froze for a moment, then pushed Draco angrily, but his hand was stretched out in the air, and he was quickly caught and pressed back hard.

Now Draco was on the verge of losing control, and he didn't even care whether Winnie was hurt by him or not.

"Did you never put me in your eyes?" Draco's face was dark, with a strong hostility exuding from his body.

"I don't want to answer you, you have lost your mind." Winnie took a deep breath, calmed herself down, held her temper, and tried not to let her emotions be assimilated by Draco.

"Answer my question!" Draco growled impatiently, he didn't listen to Winnie's words, even if there were, he automatically filtered them out, what he wanted was not such nonsense, what he wanted was an answer.

"I don't know what provoked you again, but you can't take your anger out on me every time." Winnie looked serious, trying to reason with Draco.

"It's all because you asked for it, you make me angry every time!"

Winnie paused, when did she make the other party angry?

Draco was so annoyed by Winnie's reaction that he didn't know what to do when he was angry: "You are so annoyingly slow."

"Why do you still call me Malfoy?" Draco suppressed the anger in his heart, gritted his teeth, and said word by word.

why?

"Isn't that your name?" Winnie couldn't figure out what Draco was thinking.

Draco was going crazy, why would he like such an idiot!

Yes, he fell in love with Winnie, and until now he couldn't figure out what attracted him to Winnie.

It's okay to have a low EQ, he always loves to fight against him, and often makes him half dead.

Why can't you be nicer?Why can't you go along with him?

"You still don't understand." Draco made a deep and hoarse voice. He lowered his head and said in an extremely soft tone beside Winnie, "You know, I'm not very patient."

"What do you mean?" Winnie frowned.

"It means..." Draco whispered, like a devil's murmur, he tightened his grip on Winnie's hand, and in the next second, he pressed his hand back against her back, and took her away with the other hand. She threw her eyes aside, then supported her little head, pulled her towards him forcefully, lowered her head, and grabbed those soft lips.

Winnie's eyes widened suddenly, the water-blue eyes were full of shock, and her mind was completely blank.

Familiar taste, familiar touch, familiar strength, all of these are so similar to last time.

The forceful and domineering force tightly confined her body, and she was forced to bear this breathless kiss, which was full of possessiveness and aggressiveness.

Draco first sucked/sucked the soft lips hard, and slowly, he became dissatisfied with this, impatiently separated Winnie's lips and teeth with irresistible force, deliberately using his flexible tongue to pick/ Teasing, aggressively demanding to be entangled/entangled with each other.

The nostrils are full of the other party's breath, and even the inhaled air is scorching hot.The tip of her tongue started to tingle/numb, and it hurt a bit from being sucked/sucked. Winnie stretched out her other hand to Draco's chest, trying to push him away, but the other party didn't allow it. As strong as an iron cage, it cannot be shaken a bit.

It wasn't until she was kissed that her cheeks were hot, her brain was hot, the oxygen in her chest was about to be squeezed out, and her consciousness was about to disappear, Draco finally stopped.

He gently sucked/sucked the slightly red/bloated lips, and rubbed/rubbed his lips with nostalgia. After a long while, he stepped back slightly, with his forehead touching his forehead.

The breath was disordered, and the sound of slight panting/breathing filled the eardrums of the two of them, bringing an ambiguous color and atmosphere.

Draco released his grip on Winnie's wrist, and put his hands on her little chestnut head instead.

"Don't let me hear you calling me Malfoy from now on, or I'll kiss you until you can't speak like I did just now." Draco's voice was very hoarse and low, with a hint of desire / Seeking dissatisfaction.

"Why?" Winnie panted slightly, she didn't understand why Draco did this, this was the second time, this behavior was wrong.

"Because you are mine." Draco said in a strong tone, it was so natural, he didn't intend to bear it any longer, he had no patience to wait for the little idiot in front of him to wake up by himself, and if he waited any longer, he One day you will be mad.

"I only belong to myself." Winnie didn't agree with Draco's words, but the next second she felt that the words were turning around strangely, and her mind kept turning, analyzing whether the words had other meanings.

Draco waited, he could see that Winnie was thinking, at this moment, he didn't mind a little patience and let the other party analyze his words.

However, after thinking for a long time, Winnie still couldn't come up with a good answer, so she said to Draco seriously: "Kissing is a very intimate act, you should do this act to your future wife, and not me."

"I agree, so I'm doing what you said." Draco raised the corners of his mouth in a meaningful smile.

Winnie paused: "I don't understand what you mean."

Draco knew that Winnie's EQ was low, but he didn't expect that such obvious words would not be understood, and a feeling of aggrieved suddenly came to his heart.

"I didn't intend to tell you now, but listen, I'll just say it once." Draco took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, "I..."

However, all the words were stuck in his throat, and Draco swallowed, trying to say it again: "I..."

This time, too, he still couldn't say it.

Winnie waited for Draco's next words, but she waited for a long time, but the other party still stayed on my words.

Merlin's smelly socks, he can't say it!

Looking at that pretty little face, he couldn't say the four words "I like you".

"In short, you can't be so close to Potter in the future, and don't call me Malfoy anymore." Draco changed the subject angrily.

"Then what will I call you from now on?" Winnie looked at Draco puzzled.

"Draco." Draco stared at Winnie closely, his gray eyes flashed an irresistible light, "Call me Draco."

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Poor little dragon, every minute and every second was pissed off by Winnie. (touch)

Well done Winnie though!