[HP] Leader's Exclusive Rose

Hogwarts was covered with a thin blanket of snow, and no one would want to get up too early in the cold during the weekend.

Opening his eyes, Cedric saw his fiancée sleeping in his arms.

There was a charming and lingering smell in the bedroom. Cedric couldn't help curling his mouth, raised his arm around Rosalind, gently stroked his lover's eyebrows with his fingers, and then stroked He touched the engagement ring on his lover's left hand, and kissed it devoutly.

Rosalind's eyelashes trembled, and her hazy vision returned to clarity after a few seconds:

The lover who has been thinking about it is watching her affectionately, his eyes are full of love like spring water that can't be melted.

The memory of last night came back, and the girl's face burned uncontrollably, so she closed her eyes and arched into the arms of the person in front of her.

Cedric was taken aback for a moment, but immediately loosened his arms so that his lover could get his wish.

"Good morning, Lady Diggory," he said, laughing.

"Good morning, Mr. Diggory." Rosalind who was nestled in his arms also responded hoarsely.

Cedric played with Rosalind's black hair, and his tone was undisguisedly pampering: "Are you hungry?"

The man in his arms groaned and chirped, but still didn't have the nerve to look up at him.

Fragments of sunlight penetrated through the gaps that were not covered by the curtains, silently looking at the tenderness of this morning.

"I'll get you something to eat." Cedric lowered his head slightly and kissed her forehead.

Rosalind raised her chin and leaned to the corner of his mouth to return a kiss: "I want strawberry cake and pumpkin juice."

"Got it." Cedric rubbed the tip of her nose, tenderness in his eyes was about to overflow.

Rosalind hummed, and Cedric sat up carefully, and tucked the quilt for her again: "I'll be back in a while." He was like a husband who was going to work, doing things with his wife before going out. say goodbye.

Silently revealing only two eyes from under the quilt, Rosalind watched him pick up his shirt from the hanger. When she saw the shallow scratches on his back, Rosalind only felt that the room was It's very hot.

After Cedric had completely changed and walked out of the dormitory, Rosalind sat up and looked at the layout of the room—this was the Hufflepuff prefect's private bedroom.Looking at the red dress that Cedric had just picked up and put on the chair, Rosalind suddenly realized the fact that she didn't have any suitable clothes to wear.

What a joke, she can't put on the gown that was torn in several places, and go back to her prefect's dormitory in such a large crowd with a bunch of purple and red marks on it?

Although it's next door.

Glancing around, hmm.I can only wear Cedric's clothes first.

Enduring the soreness from her body, she pulled off the quilt and went to the closet: Mr. Hufflepuff is really very suitable for living at home. Looking at the meticulously neat and orderly clothes that are either folded or hung, Rosalind Can't help but think of my storage capacity.

He picked out a white shirt and put it on himself.Mmm - almost covers the thighs.

This may be the benefit of having a taller boyfriend.

Rosalind walked towards the dressing mirror standing by the wall. In the mirror, the girl's black hair was swaying and draped behind her shoulders in a mess. The imprint he left on the rose last night was exposed under the shirt that was not fully buttoned.

She caressed them lightly, recalling the lingering love last night like a newly married little woman.

Cedric happened to see this scene when he opened the door and came in.

Which man can be able to hold back seeing his lover with his own marks on his body and wearing his own clothes?Not to mention this extremely alluring look and gesture.

"Baby?" His figure also appeared in the mirror at some point, and Rosalind was startled by him as if waking up from a dream, and turned to look at him.

"I don't have any clothes, you know." Rosalind spoke first, then turned her head unnaturally and coughed.

When Cedric looked at the more hickeys that were exposed because of her turning her head, his voice became hoarse again: "Well, I'll find it for you..." He stepped forward and kissed her forehead: "You Eat something first."

Rosalind hummed, took the strawberry cake and pumpkin juice in his hand, and sat on the bedside to eat.

While looking for clothes, Cedric suddenly felt that he was really suitable to be the ascetic monk described in Muggle novels——Merlin's socks, God knows how much he wanted to push her down on the bed and drag her down. .To be honest, he had never even regretted that he had always left a gentle and understanding image in Rosalind's heart.

He didn't want to be a nice Mr. Hufflepuff, and he didn't want to be a saint right now.

At least in front of Rosalind, he just wanted to follow his inner desire to be an ordinary man.

Because in front of his little rose, he just wants to be a hardworking gardener.

I have a rose that is unique in this world

She is completely my rose now, and I am responsible for her.

Rosalind watched as he found a pair of black trousers and a long wizard robe by the way.

"Put this on first, don't catch a cold." Cedric took the clothes to the bed and handed them to her.

"You first, uh...turn your back." Rosalind was really embarrassed to change in front of him while taking the clothes.

"Pfft, good baby." Hearing this, Cedric first raised his hand to wipe off the cream sticking to her mouth, and then smiled helplessly, with the exclusive gentleness flowing in his gray eyes, like a fine river of stars. .

The decoration in the auditorium has not been completely replaced, and the aftertaste of the ball still lingers in every corner.

Hagrid had a little surprise: he confided the fact that he was a half-blood giant when he talked with Maxim - the giant's deep impression on the wizarding world can almost be summed up as cruelty.

Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures professor was temporarily replaced by Wilmina Graplan.She's an elderly, grey-haired witch - she's a little bit more into unicorns.

So in the first class she took over, she took the students to observe unicorns up close.In this regard, the Beauxbaton School was of great help—their carriages were drawn by unicorns.

But for many students, especially girls, it's a lot more fun and less stressful than a snail.

"It's our patron saint." Rosalind curled her lips when she saw the beautiful creature a few steps away from her, and Cedric replied with a knowing smile.

Interestingly, the magical beast prefers girls' touch - so the schoolboys are set aside to watch the unicorns engage in some tender interactions with the girls.

Cedric's scarf was a bit loose this morning, and Kunqi just glanced at it, but then he noticed something unusual: "Hey, what's wrong with your neck? Why is it red?" Kunqi said again Looking closer, his eyes widened: "Are you blown up by them?!"

Hearing this, Cedric stroked his exposed neck: "Well——" He thought for a while, and there was an indelible affection in his gray eyes: "This is the mark of the rose kissing me."

"Ah?" Kunqi frowned, the question marks in his head almost became concrete.

"It's okay, let's go to class." Cedric turned his head, and his eyes fell on his fiancée again.

"Is Cedric allergic to roses?" Kunqi lowered his voice and asked Ezel beside him, "Or are you allergic to pollen?"

Alan Walkney was eating melons happily, but at this moment he couldn't help but rolled his eyes at him, only feeling as if he was possessed by his old father who hated iron and steel: "Do you think it's possible, you two Isn't the rose a thing?"

"Not a thing?" Kunqi stroked his curly hair, and followed Cedric with his gaze.

"Forget it, you'd better go to class—" Alan Walkney felt that it was impossible to communicate effectively with him.Logically speaking, shouldn't it be 16 years old?

We are so compatible in the eyes of others, as if we were born to be together.

I can't think of anyone else to spend my life with except you.