young man returning home

Chapter 28 Outlook

The time in the fourth grade of Hogwarts is crazy and exciting.Hermione has a little secret, a little secret that even Harry and Ron don't know.

Every day near dusk, Malfoy would show up in Mrs. Hooch's classroom on time--this flying field surrounded by greenery, Slytherin was like a fish in water in the sky.

She came as promised.I have to admit that Malfoy is a very good flying teacher. He always has a lot of little tricks, which make Hermione get a lot of convenience in the actual operation-"some skills and experience, it will be more integrated if you explore it by yourself... But you Well, -- don't expect you to reach this level before breaking ten broomsticks!" He was serious, looking like a professor, although he still carried out the Slytherin tenet as always, taking pleasure in hurting others.

"Meet Blaise on the playground, he always looks at me very strangely." Hermione complained.

"Who cares? Have you had a fight with Pansy? You know that Parkinson has a bad temper..." Draco actually knew it well, he was always in front of Slytherin these two days, finding many excuses to refuse the dinner, about The excitement of being close to Gryffindor was always on his face from time to time, and Zambini certainly saw it.

"Hey! Granger, don't waste your time on useless things, your lousy technology that no one has surpassed—probably Professor Malfoy can't break through!" He hurt her as always.

"You're welcome, Draco, shouldn't you have some confidence in yourself?" Hermione interrupted Draco unceremoniously, following Draco's words.

Flight practice begins.

Hermione rode crookedly into the air on the Nimbus 2000 that Draco "kindly" let out, and she was terrified -- and still very upset.Of course, the "Professor" hid in the shade of a tree to enjoy the cool, holding a Muggle drink called "coffee" swept from Hermione, and commanded leisurely from the air: "Hermione, look on the spot!" Son! Pay attention to the strength when turning right... Come on, it's more practical for you to learn how to maintain balance first..."

"Slytherin! Shut up!" Hermione groaned, Draco shutting up is the most practical way!

"Okay, shut up..." Draco smiled slyly, then changed into a more comfortable position, and continued to enjoy the cool breeze and enjoy his "coffee".

Hermione circled around in the air, not daring to fly too fast or too high, and had to observe Draco's situation from time to time—he was very likely to take advantage of Hermione's unguardedness and suddenly throw a shoe up.Slytherins can do anything!

Not long after "shut up", Draco sighed regretfully: "I'm wronged with the Nimbus broom, do you know that its owner has always been a good Quidditch player? Tsk tsk, how pitiful! Wiping the ground' Fly', Qucai's broom!"

"Shut up! Parseltongue!"

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This kind of life lasted for a long time, they tacitly protected the attitude of protecting this little secret, and they would meet here at dusk every day, Slytherin was used to ridicule, but I have to admit that Draco most of the time , or a dedicated teacher.He taught Hermione meticulously, almost imparting his skills as a Slytherin Seeker without any secrets.And the contemptuous title of "Mudblood", of course, never spit out from his mouth again.

"Hey, aren't you afraid I'll tell Harry? Slytherin's weakness of flying! Slytherin's little trick of turning!" Hermione frightened him.

Draco dismissively said, "What's that! You think Potter doesn't know? The Boy Who Lived - stupid like you?"

Hermione's flying level is improving, and Draco's "spectator position" is also rising. When he finally puts a broom on the tree branch and hangs himself on it like noodles, Hermione can finally speed up his flight , appeared in parallel in his field of vision.

"Hermione, take me around the Muggle neighborhood?"

He lay on his back on the broom with his legs crossed and suggested.

Hermione glanced at him incredulously: "Draco, are you kidding me? I always thought that Slytherins had no interest in Muggles!"

"You always thought that I was a hopeless villain! Granger, when did your 'always' come true?"

Hermione curled her lips and jumped onto Draco's broom: "I'll show you the way. It's obviously safer to sit on your broom!"

"Self-knowledge is your invaluable advantage!" Draco whistled, in a good mood, and drove Hermione to a world he had never approached.

It never occurred to him that one day he would take the initiative to choose to approach Muggles, that he would run into the Muggle neighborhood - with a... Muggle child.If these are all unexpected, then how outrageous it would be to fall in love with a Muggle child.

He could almost imagine how terrible Lucius' furious expression was when he learned of this situation. Narcissa would just wipe away tears, and then told him the story about the black hole in the tapestry over and over again, betraying the pure blood. , in their world, means to be the enemy of the whole family!

Hermione wouldn't know how difficult the boy's battle between heaven and man was - even in the days when they were together afterward.The timid and pale Slytherin boy once carried the whole world's pressure on his shoulders for her sake.He tried to stand, he tried to gather the courage to fend off the stress and fear that Hermione had never known.

Choosing to love is a great thing in itself.

Happiness came suddenly, they embraced each other and cried in the dusk of a certain day, it was not easy for Slytherin and Gryffindor to hold hands.That was when they were in fourth grade.

It turns out that the story started so early.As fourth year drew to a close, Hermione had her first boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.He has blond hair and beautiful eyes as deep as the Hogwarts lake.His cheeks were pale, and his cheeks were slightly flushed only occasionally in front of Hermione, when he was anxious with his poor-mouthed little girlfriend.Hermione would reach out and pinch his face unceremoniously, and he would laugh away, claiming that Gryffindors were the bravest species at Hogwarts, challenging Slytherins to spare no effort.

"Hey, little witch, tell me, in the first place, why did you practice flying so desperately? You know, although Granger's flying is terrible-but, as the whole Hogwarts knows, the reputation of nutria , not flying. She must have glasses as thick as the bottom of a bottle?—She loves to read so much!"

"Slytherin's unfounded speculation! Did you know that I always practice the Restoring Charm on Harry's glasses? He needs glasses! - Of course, I can answer you, I practiced flying to..." She Deliberately approaching him, yelling in Draco's ear: "Slytherin! Listen up! I practiced flying for - Krum!"

Draco made a jealous expression on purpose: "——the Bulgarian Seeker...that fat man!"

"Do you know how upset I was before the ball? - no one asked me to be a partner! How embarrassing! Oh, Slytherin, there are many partners! How do you understand the embarrassment and pain of no one asked to dance?" Rumm's invitation made me confident!"

"Hermione, in my eyes, you've never lacked confidence, you've even been overly confident—especially when you beat me up, remember that punch in the third grade?" He hugged her, whispering in her ear Breathe lightly.

"It does hurt - I mean my hand!" Hermione giggled.

"Then my nose is crooked enough!" Draco puffed up, and pulled her into his arms, hugging her even tighter.

Hermione could hardly breathe: "Draco, it would be great if it was you who invited me to dance!"

"Come on, if I was the one who invited the dancer, would you still secretly practice flying alone? Would you still bump into the Slytherin waiting for you here? At this moment, I don't know who the person you are holding is !” Draco protested in a low voice, but his face was full of happiness.

They embraced in the glow of the sky.

"Late Slytherin!" she punched him.

"I'm glad I'm only late, I'm not absent, Hermione," he murmured.

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