[HP] The girl with black hair

Artemia was awakened by his movements, she rubbed her eyes, her voice was hoarse after waking up: "What's wrong?"

Draco looked away from the door, as if he saw Scarhead just now?While thinking this way, he saw the candy box on the table.

Artemia also saw the small box, she was a little puzzled: "Your?" It didn't look like Draco's usual style.

Hearing this, Draco turned his head to look at her with complicated eyes, but he still quickly stuffed the box into his pocket.

At this time Madam Pomfrey walked in, she was a little surprised that someone came to visit so early, but she still checked the girl on the hospital bed very responsibly, her detection spell fell on the girl on the bed, "Very good, Po Miss Kex, you're all right now."

After Artemia thanked Madam Pomfrey, she and Draco walked towards the auditorium.

All the way without words, Artemia gave Draco a strange look, "What's wrong with you, Draco."

The boy pretended to be uncomfortable and raised his arm: "It's all because of that broken bed, I slept very uncomfortable."

"Oh." Artemis nodded.

Their steps stopped at the entrance of the auditorium. The walls in front of and around the auditorium were covered by a large group of pink flowers and vines, the weather on the ceiling was also changed to pink, and there were a lot of blue paper cranes and pink ones. Origami heart falling down.

Draco frowned and waved off the colored paper on his body: "Which idiot did this?"

After hearing his sarcastic tone, Artemia felt that this was Draco's appearance, the quiet and weird appearance just now was nothing like him.

She shook her head: "I don't know."

The two walked quickly to the long table in Slytherin, and the little snakes patted the confetti that fell on them in disgust. Goyle, Crabbe, and Millicent rarely ate or drank.

"What's the matter?" Artemia asked Millicent.

Millicent pointed to Professor Lockhart on the professor's chair and the elves holding the harp next to him: "It's a pity you didn't come here sooner. I can guarantee that this will definitely be an impressive Valentine's Day."

It was so impressive indeed, that when the fifth pixie appeared in the hallway, she almost wanted to hex it.

Even Draco looked at the elf with a gloomy face, and he said sarcastically, "Let's listen carefully to which idiot wrote a love letter to Miss Box."

The elf with the harp on his back walked up to Draco, "Here is your letter, Draco Malfoy."

Draco was stunned for a moment with his arms folded, and before he realized it, the elf had already finished speaking the whole letter loudly.

Draco's face turned from blue to purple to black.

Artemia covered her mouth and laughed softly, imitating Draco's usual tone: "It's your Valentine's Day letter, a pale, pointed-chinned blond boy."

Millicent laughed along with her, Goyle and Crabbe looked at each other, but still suppressed their laughter, they pretended not to hear, their eyes drifted from side to side.

Trembling angrily, Draco pulled out his wand. He was about to cast a curse on that bold and annoying elf when he heard the elf say, "You're here too, just right, Harry Potter , here is also your letter."

Draco blinked and withdrew his wand, he wanted to hear what kind of love letter Scarhead had received, and he returned to his usual arrogant attitude.

Harry's originally happy smile suddenly stopped, and when everyone's eyes fell on him, he turned around and was about to leave.

But he still didn't escape the difficult elf, who tore off his backpack and read out his love letter aloud: "His eyes are as green as a toad, and his hair is as black as a blackboard."

Draco curled his mouth every time he said a sentence, and when it finished Draco laughed sarcastically, Goyle and Crabbe didn't suppress their laughter, they laughed loudly with Draco.

Draco took two steps forward, knelt down and picked up the diary that Harry had dropped on the floor, and threw it casually twice: "The famous Harry Potter can also write a diary, why are you afraid that you will be like a diary?" Does that stupid Longbottom forget things?"

Artemia's pupils looked at the diary dilated, she was very familiar with this diary, although she didn't know how the diary got into Harry's hands, her eyes fell on the pale face again. On Ginny who was holding a book.

Harry also noticed who owned the diary in Draco's hand. Although he hadn't figured out the secret of this diary, he still didn't want this diary to fall into the hands of that disgusting Malfoy. His tone was as indifferent as possible: "Give it back to me, Malfoy."

"I don't," Draco raised his eyebrows and shook the notebook, "Let's see what Potter wrote." He was about to open it when he noticed the familiar name on the cover, and he froze for a moment.

While he was in a daze for a while, Harry had stepped forward and snatched the diary, and he was sandwiched between two books again.

When Draco came back to his senses, the diary was no longer in his hands. He squinted his eyes and looked at Harry: "You..." The thief

Artemia caught Draco in time, making him swallow back the words, and he looked at the girl beside him in confusion.

"I'm sorry, Harry," Artemia said first.

Harry held the book and stammered to accept her apology: "Oh...no...it's okay." He glanced at them again, as if to say something, but finally pulled Hermione and Ron away together.

Draco looked at the background where they left, frowned, but didn't say anything, but in the following spell class, he didn't take the initiative to talk to Artemia for a whole class, Artemia Trying to talk to him only got a golden back of his head.

After the Charms class was over, Artemia pulled away Draco, who was still in a temper tantrum, amid Millicent's smile.

Artemia didn't stop until she reached the edge of the black lake.

Draco stood there dignifiedly, his chin tilted to the side: "Miss Box, are you okay?" If she doesn't talk about it!He absolutely ignores her!She actually apologized to that scar head!Also intimately called that Scarhead Harry!and!The young master touched the gift box in his pocket, he gritted his teeth angrily, that scarred man dared to give candy to Mia on Valentine's Day!

Artemia had no idea that the gift box in the morning came from Harry, she only knew that Draco was angry again, he called her Pox, she tugged on Draco's robe, "I don't know that diary is How did it get into Harry's hands, but that diary can't let anyone know that he was in my hands."

Draco's expression softened because of her actions, but he was annoyed when he heard her address, and she dared to call Scarhead by his Christian name!He pulled back his robe, snorted coldly, and ignored her.

Artemia scratched her head innocently: "Harry..."

"You still call him Harry!"

Artemia froze for a moment.

"Today is Valentine's Day! That scar head is still for you..." Draco shut his mouth, why did he say that candy!

Although he didn't finish speaking, Artemia had roughly guessed it, and she said that the gift box was not like Draco's aesthetic at all. She looked at Draco and slyly curled her lips: "So that gift box is from Harry Sent it."

Draco looked at her dangerously.

Artemia continued: "I haven't received any gifts from others on Valentine's Day." She looked at the boy.

"Who said I wasn't prepared!" Draco blurted out, he was stunned for a moment after he finished speaking, and he straightened his neck to retort: ​​"I didn't receive a gift either."

"You take it first."

Draco stared: "Why, you go first."

Artemia compromised: "Okay, then let's take it together."

When the two of them took out the gift together, Draco was dissatisfied again. He looked at the box that was several times smaller than his: "Why is yours so small."

"..." Artemia was speechless: "I made mine myself, but you must have bought it."

The young master was satisfied at once. He lacked confidence, but on the surface he seemed to accept it reluctantly: "That's fine." But he quickly asked a new question, "When did you do it?"

Artemia unnaturally kicked the stone beside her feet, raising her chin higher than him: "A few days ago, do you want it or not!"

Draco smiled, "Of course."

Draco exchanged a huge chocolate gift box for a small chocolate gift box, but the young master was still very satisfied. He only remembered the diary on the way back: "How did that diary get to Scarhead?"

Artemia also shook her head in confusion: "I don't know either." Maybe it was the 16-year-old father's plan.

Draco didn't want to discuss the scar anymore, he skipped the topic: "But I'm not helping you keep it secret for free." He is a profit-oriented Malfoy, can you still expect him to do things that are not beneficial.

Artemia tilted her head to look at him: "What do you want?"

Draco didn't speak, he kept curling the corners of his mouth in a good mood, and he didn't turn his face away until he reached the fork in the dormitory.

Artemia looked at him suspiciously.

Draco reminded her angrily: "Be aware that you are my girlfriend now."

Artemia tilted her head: "When did I become your girlfriend?"

Draco looked at her in disbelief, and he pointed to the gift box in her arms, "You accepted my Valentine's Day gift," he shook the phone's gift box again, "You also gave me a Valentine's Day gift .” He bit the three words “Valentine’s Day” very seriously.

"But you didn't tell me." Artemia smiled back at him.

Draco froze for a moment, and a blush crept up his cheeks: "Then I'll tell you now."

"What did you say."

The boy shouted angrily: "Okay, okay, do you want to be my girlfriend!" He stared fiercely at the girl with a bright smile, as if saying that if you don't agree, you will die.

Artemia pretended to think, and nodded under Draco's increasingly dangerous eyes: "Okay then, boyfriend." She leaned forward after she finished speaking.

Draco felt something wet touch his cheek, and then the girl turned and went into the girls' dormitory, Draco froze for a moment, exasperated, he!again!quilt!cheat!up!

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