[HP] The girl with black hair

Draco had known her since he was very young, and she was so beautiful that people couldn't move their eyes away, but there was nothing about her that could catch the eyes of a Malfoy except for being beautiful.

He quickly forgot about the pretty little girl.

The second time I saw her was in the Quidditch boutique. Even though the little girl was not wearing gorgeous clothes, people could still notice her at a glance. She just had a feeling that people couldn't ignore. He went to see the latest style of broomsticks, but his eyes always inadvertently glanced at the little girl who was looking at the golden snitch.

She must be a little witch who loves Quidditch too!Draco thought, then they must have something in common!He bought the Snitch she'd been looking at, even though he had plenty of it in his house.

Later he got the news, the news was very easy to get, there was no one in Diagon Alley who didn't know her, a beautiful Squib.

Draco's desire to get acquainted was cut short, and she never saw her again after that, until she did him a small favor when she was eleven.

Even after a long time, Draco still recognized her at a glance, she was more beautiful than when she was a child, and her frown and smile were prettier than the white peacock at home.

Draco saw her wand in her pocket, and he was a little surprised, she wasn't a Squib, she was a magical witch, which meant that she would go to Hogwarts too, and they would be classmates.

He told the little girl his name, he thought she would take the initiative to cling to him after hearing his surname, and he was willing to reluctantly give her a look.

But how dare she!Asked him for ice cream money after hearing his name!Is he not as good as an ice cream!It is not an honor to know how many people lined up to pay him!And she also rejected his favorite crystal ball!

I don't know what is good or bad!

Draco went home angrily, and he threw the crystal ball into the trash can, along with the golden snitch.

Eyeless troll!

I don't know why the sorting hat put her in Slytherin!And his father actually wanted him to deal with her properly!Why!How can it be!

Later, he found that she should be more suitable for Ravenclaw than Slytherin. She was always the first to complete the transfiguration class and the spell class, so he reluctantly accepted his father's task and let her be his follower. It is also good.

But that girl always attracted him unexpectedly, just like when he was a child in Diagon Alley, he could see her in the crowd at a glance. He didn't know when he wanted her to be a follower. It was so un-Malfoy to put himself in danger, he should have just run away without looking back.

It wasn't until the second grade that he finally knew why the Sorting Hat would sort her into Slytherin, and there was no one more suitable than her.

That girl is a Parseltongue!What shocked him more than her was that Scarhead was also Parseltongue!Could it be that they are some kind of relatives?After all, they both have black hair; but this is impossible, the Potter family has been Gryffindor for generations, and Box is just an ordinary surname.

At the end of the second grade, my father and mother knew about their relationship. The strange thing is that they didn't object. His father seemed happy to see what happened, but his mother seemed a little worried.

In the third grade, their relationship reached a trough. Although he didn't want to admit it, that was it. The girl ignored him. The summer vacation of the third grade was the longest summer vacation he had ever had. He thought of that girl more than once. It's crazy!She didn't want him anymore, and he was still thinking about her, which was so un-Malfoy.

The Quidditch World Cup was when he saw the girl again after two months. She had another face, a dull face. At that moment, he knew that he liked that pretty skin, but he Deeper love for the soul under the skin.

Yes, love, it's ridiculous, a Malfoy who puts his interests above everything else into the swamp and doesn't want to get out.

Compared to him, she seemed to have bigger things to do, even willing to be someone else, and Merlin knew how nervous he was, how scared he was when he saw her standing with the man who fired the Dark Mark , but the girl did not look coerced at all. The Portkey was on her body, but she never thought of running away. At that moment, Draco felt that the girl was going to stay away from him. Not in her hands anymore, he can only watch the girl disappear in front of him like now, and he can't do anything.

Fuck his Malfoy glory and interests, Malfoy has been fine without him all these years, and if that girl misses out, he might not be happy anymore, this is the biggest loss for the Malfoy family!

He figured it out, but the golden snitch he had lost when he was a child, but fortunately he saved the worst situation, and Mia still accepted his gift, the golden snitch that had been left with her.

And he also received a gift, a scarf she wove herself, she still likes him.

Draco hugged the scarf, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, immersed in a dream.

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The carnival night came to an end. Artemia changed back to her regular clothes and pushed open the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, walking all the way to the office on the second floor.

Little Barty looked at the girl who appeared at the door in surprise. He thought she should have fallen asleep, after all, the prom was rather tiring.

Artemia glanced at the clock on the table and let out a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it hasn't passed yet."

She took out a gift box under Little Barty's puzzled eyes: "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas," Little Barty stuck out the tip of his tongue, "I don't have any presents."

Artemia blinked and said in a natural tone: "I know you don't have much money," the girl raised the corner of her lower lip, "You can owe it first, and pay me back after the task is completed."

Little Barty: "..." He had never heard that gifts can be owed.

Artemia thought for a while: "There is also a birthday gift, it will be my birthday in a few days."

Little Barty pinched the center of her eyebrows, and directly took the gift box in her hand: "I see, I will give you all."

She pointed to the gift box: "You will definitely like it."

Little Barty's chest was slightly hot, and he raised his eyebrows: "What is it?" He hasn't received a gift for more than ten years.

Artemia put her hands behind her back and tipped her toes: "You will know if you open it and have a look."

She watched as the hands untied the ribbon and opened the gift box.

Little Barty picked up the glass bottle and shook it suspiciously, and the liquid inside shook with him as he moved: "What is this?"

Artemia proudly raised the corners of her mouth: "Just one drop can relieve the taste of compound soup, how about it, do you really need it?"

Little Barty stuck out his tongue a little excitedly. Even without those strange additives, the taste of the compound soup still had a smell of boiled cabbage, but this gift poked his taste buds.

Artemia knew that he was satisfied when she saw Barty's iconic movements, and she patted Barty on the shoulder: "Don't forget that you owe me two gifts now."

Artemia touched the handbag, there was only one gift left, and she didn't know if the weather would be too hot to wear when it was delivered.

The author has something to say:

Death Eater (quietly): Isn't Lord hot?

Barty Jr.: You don't understand.

Death Eater: I don't understand