[HP] Leader's Exclusive Rose

On Rosalind's bed lay the gown carefully chosen by Nora——

The bright and flamboyant red mermaid dress easily outlines the girl's figure vividly, and the thin chains used for decoration on the back sway gently rhythmically as she walks.

She had changed from her usual plain-faced image, and her smooth black hair, which was usually combed, was specially braided last night and turned into lazy curly hair that naturally fell behind her shoulders.She did find the charm of radiance later - the strong red lips and raised eyeliner added a bit of visual impact, and a delicate red rose was specially placed on her temples.

"Rosa." Cedric's gaze had followed Rosalind closely since she came out of the dormitory.At this time, when he opened his mouth, he felt a little hoarseness.

She was like a rose in full bloom tonight—a rose that belonged only to him.

Seeing her red dress dragging the floor, the dream full of desire and madness that he had in the fifth grade once again occupied his mind clearly and irresistibly after a long time.

Dreams and reality are constantly overlapping because of the same bright red, causing his desire and reason to clamor wildly in his mind at the same time.

The four eyes met, and feeling Cedric's hot gaze, the girl's face suddenly burned a little.After a distance, she lifted the hem of her skirt slightly and turned around carefully, then stood still in front of the door, her hands twisted together because of nervousness: "Does it look good?"

Cedric's eyes have gone from shock at the beginning to amazement now, and the emotions that have never been uttered, with some taste of primitive desire, are also surging in his heart, which seems to be pouring out.

"It's beautiful." His gray eyes had already dimmed, and his voice was hoarse several degrees due to unspeakable reasons.

As in a dream, Cedric raised his feet and walked towards her. The close distance made the feeling in the air intensify—almost expertly wrapped around the delicate waist that was not fully grasped, and Cedric Derek is more willing to follow his first thought this time:

"Baby can I kiss you?"

The faint scent of roses on her body invaded every pore on his body, as if he had poured another large cup of high-strength love potion into him.

A gentleman will wait for a response, but now he does not want to continue to be a perfect gentleman as usual.

Even if it's not in a dream where he can do whatever he wants.

Before Rosalind could respond, Cedric took action——

With a kiss to seal it, there is no need for a verbal answer at this moment, the eagerness of lips and tongues is the best response.

The increasingly disordered breathing was like an extremely strong love potion, surrounding him irresistibly. When Cedric couldn't help kissing the girl's fair neck, it was almost the first time that Rosalind felt so directly the boy's strong affection for her. Hot, undisguised emotion—so hot in love, so possessive.

Rosalind felt a little bit more about retreating for no reason, so she could only push him weakly but eagerly, and the end tune was like dewdrops on the tip of a leaf: "There will be a dance later, Sed!"

Hearing this, Cedric had to stop his actions to leave a few ambiguous marks there, took a deep breath, and could only vaguely respond, but still buried his head on the girl's neck and shoulders, his brown-blond hair Rubbing her a little itchy.

It is a familiar and strong smell of roses.

He tried his best to suppress the desire just now quietly, as if it was just an illusion.

After snuggling silently for a while, Rosalind patted him on the back and said softly, "Let's go, my warrior, it's time for us to go to the ball."

Merlin knows how much I want to hide you, only for me to see, so that you can only see me, only mine.

Cedric thought silently in his heart, not realizing for a moment that this was more or less dark possessiveness.

As soon as he thought that the person in his arms would accept the attention of all the people later, the possessive desire in his heart that had calmed down grew wildly in his heart like vines in the devil's net.

Come on, Cedric Diggory.

The boy gritted his teeth calmly, the darkness in his eyes was still surging, but he tried his best to restrain his movements:

You don't want to scare her, do you?

"Okay, everything is up to Mrs. Diggory." Cedric stood up straight, and fiddled with the rose that was a little shaky due to the action just now, "Then let's go, Cedric's exclusive dance partner."

As soon as they left Hufflepuff's lounge, the two first caught the eyes of a group of people in the corridor.

Because she was so amazed, Lixi praised sincerely: "You look completely different in this red dress!"

"I think Cedric will like it, what do you think?" These were the original words of Levya with a playful eye.

"Merlin can't even tell how amazing you are tonight! I really want to hide you." Cedric praised his girlfriend beside him without hesitation, his tone as serious as stating the facts.Rosalind squeezed his palm shyly when she heard this: "Stop talking."

When Harry saw the girl in the red dress, he was stunned for a moment, and Ron was muttering about Hermione, but he didn't hear any response from his friend and turned his head in doubt.When he followed Harry's gaze and saw the people standing at the door of the auditorium, he couldn't help exclaiming: "Bloody hell! Merlin's beard! Is that Rosalind?!"

Rosalind obviously noticed Harry and the others, and it seemed that Harry had found his dance partner—the girl next to him was wearing a dazzling pink robe, and her jet-black hair was braided with a gold ribbon and hung behind her head. , The gold bracelet on the wrist is shining under the light.

Next to Ron was also standing a girl in a bright green gown who seemed to be called Padma Patil—a sister of Paveti Patil, as pretty as she was.

Seeing that the eyes of the two men beside them were no longer on them, the Patil sisters cast a slightly dissatisfied but curious gaze at Rosalind—well, I have to admit that the girl named Rosalind looked very stunning.

The protagonists being discussed walked into the auditorium arm in arm, where Fleur and her dance partner Roger Davis were already waiting.Such things as a man's talent and a woman's appearance will always attract people's attention in the crowd, let alone a man's appearance and a woman's appearance.

Fleur Delacour wore a silver-gray satin dress today, which matched her silver hair very well, making her look like a French lady.

"It's very dazzling tonight, Miss Shen." It was rare for Fleur to let go of her arrogance and praise others for their beauty, but when she saw Rosalind who was also well-dressed, she suddenly felt that Cedric's choice was not entirely wrong: "No wonder Cedric said he already has the best dance partner in the world~"

"Thank you, you are still as elegant and charming as ever - like a noble white swan." Rosalind's face became more peachy, the corners of her mouth turned up unconsciously, and her usual sweetness was in her eyes.

Cedric rubbed the back of her hand lightly with his thumb, and smiled at her Rosalind affectionately and tenderly.

While chatting with each other, another pair of people came in at the door of the auditorium, Krum and Hermione.

Hermione also noticed Rosalind and Cedric, and she gave Rosalind a kind smile. Today, she took care of her hair carefully with fast smoothing hair spray. It was originally messy, but now it is smooth and shiny. A blue bow was tied on her head, and beside it was the star hairpin that Rosalind had given her.

She walked in with Viktor Krum on her arm, and the light purple blue material fluttered like a mist, making her look completely different from usual.

The moment Ron saw Hermione, he was stunned. He didn't expect her to be so radiant tonight, let alone that she really had a partner!And she never told them that their partner was Viktor Krum!

Hermione glanced faintly in the direction of Ron and Harry during the conversation with her partner, and then continued to chat with Viktor Krum, talking and laughing.

Rosalind tried her best to calm her breathing, but when she felt the gaze cast on her and Cedric, she still nervously grabbed her boyfriend's cuff: "I'm a little nervous." She whispered.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Cedric gently covered it with the other hand, comforting softly.

Soon it was time for the official opening.Rosalind only felt that it was a long time, after all, people would always have the illusion of "living like a year" in front of everyone.

Cedric's mood is actually a bit contradictory. Mr. Good Man feels that he does not meet the criteria for judging Hufflepuff students. He is happy that his intimacy with Rosalind has been witnessed by everyone, but he does not want his treasure to be seen by others. Looking at it wantonly and even giving birth to a needless covetous heart——

He wanted to hide Rosalind so that she could only see himself every day; he also wanted to bring her by his side all the time so that everyone could see clearly that this person belonged to him.

Mr. Good, who was full of ambivalence, couldn't completely hide his secret thoughts, and the galaxy was surging in his gray eyes, and he didn't even need to look carefully, because he looked at Rosalind with tenderness. There was a growing desire in the sea - it seemed to want to eat her up right away, right away.

Rosalind felt the more fiery gaze above her head, and raised her eyes with a little doubt.

It happened to bump into Cedric's gray eyes that were surging under the tide.

Her lover couldn't take back the slightly dark but real emotions in his heart in an instant, so he could only blink and send her a harmless smile.

Rosalind felt that his scorching gaze was so hot that she couldn't tell what night it was, so her eyes unconsciously glanced at the family ring on her left hand—it indicated the title and status that the mistress would get in the future.

Why do you care so much?They're already engaged, aren't they?

The four warriors and their dance partners followed Meg into the auditorium one by one in a red plaid robe, and they performed the opening dance.

The walls of the Great Hall were covered with glittering silver frost, and the ceiling was still the starry night sky, only with garlands of hundreds of mistletoe sprigs and ivy.

Gone were the four long college tables, replaced by a hundred small, lantern-lit tables, with a dozen or so people seated at each table.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.