young man returning home

Chapter 39

Malfoy Manor's summer is soaked in the long rainy season.

It had been a day of heavy rain and the sky was starting to darken.The large green plants in the manor have sprouted, sucking the rain greedily.The rain and dew are crystal clear, and the round raindrops slide and roll on the huge leaves, accumulating a plump pearl, then wobbly jump out and roll down the meridians.

The green velvet curtains obscured the only glimmer of light between the sky and the earth, and the whole room was isolated from the outside world. The crystal lamps hung above the head and swayed, and the hanging beads made a crisp sound like pearls under the slight impact.The whole hall is as bright as day.The flames of the fireplace are constantly simmering, reflecting the ancient carvings on the furnace wall, solemn and heavy.

"Coffee--flying--" He lazily nestled on the sofa, and said a spell between his lips and teeth, and then a cup of steaming unknown fluid flew to his eyes from behind the thousand-fold stone gate with twists and turns, and landed steadily Stopped on the marble table in front of him.

Lucius snorted dissatisfiedly: "Draco, don't make Malfoy Manor smoky! This Muggle thing..." He suddenly coughed softly, "Hermione, would you like a drink? "

A sly smile flashed across the corner of the boy's mouth: "Father, I'm really not used to your usual preaching turning into such a gentle greeting—it turns out that Draco has really slept for too long. When I woke up, mine, I have always abided by the bloodline rules My old father is willing to make Malfoy Manor smell like Muggles!"

"Draco's waywardness, maybe the old gentleman as a father should compromise sometimes," he flicked the tip of his wand lightly, making it make a crisp "crack" sound, like the sound of snow flakes and ice crystals being shattered, he raised his head "It's just a cup of 'coffee', if it can make my son happy, what does it matter if old Malfoy is a bit reluctant?"

"You're making me feel...the time is running out, old sir." The boy grinned and laughed dryly.

"It's not funny at all, Draco." Gryffindor frowned, showing great dissatisfaction.

"Oh, girl," he turned around, as if he had just noticed her presence, "you should take a shower first—or, at least, dry your hair first." Draco snapped his fingers, clean The towel flew out of the elf's tray and wrapped itself around Hermione's head.

"Thank you, sir, what a generosity!" Hermione gritted her teeth sourly.

"You're welcome." Draco returned a smile, rough and thick.

It happened on such a gloomy rainy day.

That was the day Hermione learned all the truth, the distilled water in the Pensieve was still condensed in her hair, the chill was still eroding her thoughts and beliefs, even though it was the summer of the sixth grade, she clearly remembered that In [-], she spent the bleakest and coldest summer vacation in her life at Malfoy Manor sadly. She shivered in front of the fireplace in the hall, still shivering from the cold.

She heard her hissing and sniffling, and Ravenclaw leaned over and gave her a warm hug: "Hermione, are you cold? Let Nora go to the bedroom and bring a quilt?"

Malfoy snorted: "Creative Ravenclaws...and bold Gryffindors! Are you sure you want to do this? In the summer?"

"Draco! She's shaking!" Luna yelled.

The boy finally fell silent. He turned his head sideways and stared at her for two seconds, then got up and walked towards the bedroom.

Hermione sneezed and grabbed his sleeve: "Draco, I'm fine... I really don't have the guts to wrap up in a quilt in summer..."

"But you are trembling." The boy frowned slightly.

"You try to keep your head stuck in the cold liquid of the Pensieve for so long?"

"..." Draco withdrew his feet and sat back on the sofa.

Hermione giggled. "Thank you, I'm having a terrible headache right now - Malfoy's curse must have come true."

"Still angry?" He raised his eyebrows, resembling the provocative expression of a blond boy in the second grade, but at this time Draco was soft-spoken, he withdrew his Malfoy-style sharpness, Look at her eyes, full of gentleness.

Hermione shook her head: "It's me who should say sorry. Draco, I don't know until now what kind of betrayal happened to the blond boy who slaughtered unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, that damned Muggle girl!"

He stretched out his hand, gently scratched her face, went behind her ear, pinched the nutria's earlobe buried under the long brown hair, and said, "Hermione, what should we do? I ……what can we do about it?"

"It's not necessarily... going to elope again." Lucius snorted coldly behind them, "Okay, sit down, everyone sit down, let's have a thorough talk," his inexplicable eyes looked on Draco's face Scanning upwards, he said pointedly, "Mr. Malfoy, the brain is the driving force to solve all problems, what about your brain? How could you be so stupid to think that the one who ruined Draco's so-called 'love' was actually the one who loved him so much?" ...His parents?! Now the blood guardians of the Black family are standing before you! Even if the Malfoys let you go, do you think Mrs. Lestrange will let you go? Mrs. Lestrange will let one... A mud... Mudblood that ruined the glory of Slytherin?"

Lucius glanced sharply at the only Gryffindor present, and Hermione shuddered. She remembered that afternoon in the Forbidden Forest, why she promised Lucius to give up that memory, and why Give Draco a peaceful life.

and after?After leaving the Forbidden Forest, Hermione who lost her memory thought nothing had happened, and Malfoy with a pale face and pointed chin was still the annoying Slytherin who opposed her everywhere in the second year.Dark dungeons never meet warm towers.She was with Harry Ron, joined Dumbledore's Army, fought against Umbridge's meanness, and fought against Voldemort who was hiding in the dark and making a comeback.The Gryffindors had more important things to do.But Draco couldn't sit still, the crazy overgrown thoughts made him unwilling to sit on the gorgeous sofa in the dungeon, looking up at the sunshine on the Gryffindor tower.He started to approach her and provoke her constantly, Granger should pay for his cruelty!

So there was that encounter in the library. He guessed that Hermione was taken away by a spell similar to "Forget Nothing" but more effective. He guided the clever Gryffindor to follow in his own footsteps to develop A potion capable of repairing complex oblivion spells, and Lure was a tube of unicorn blood used to heal the Weasley family's little red-haired boy.

She agreed, without hesitation, which made Draco slightly jealous.Afterwards, they went to the library to study by themselves, bickering occasionally, and everything came naturally.Suddenly Slytherin felt back to the past.Hermione confessed that they were together naturally, but the little girl didn't know at that time that this was their second love.Interspersed with memories of the first time, Slytherin laughed heartlessly.However, not long after the good life passed, Draco soon discovered that something was wrong. He began to ache, a slight swelling pain starting from the left rib, and then spread to the whole body, and then pierced into the bone marrow like a sharp knife, cutting out the bone.Slytherin is smart. He began to recall the scene of slaughtering unicorns in the Forbidden Forest that day. The unicorns were struggling with all four hooves tightly bound, and the silvery white blood was dripping on the ground. That scene was shocking.The teenager soon realized that the "curse" had flowed into his blood and would stay with him for the rest of his life.

As long as he and Hermione are together for a day, the curse of "Cruciatus" will never be lifted.

In the second breakup, he betrayed her.Draco never regretted spending his whole life trying to save that relationship, but he didn't mind using the precarious life of a Slytherin boy to stay by her side. After breaking through all the shackles, maybe they will get a blessed marriage, However, when the pain of "cruciatus" rolled all over his body, he hid in the corner and sighed. How can a husband whose life is in danger protect the happiness of nutria?

If Draco was going to leave any minute, he might as well give up the nutria!Cheap red-haired Weasley!

That was the only reason why the boy chose to leave his beloved little girl in the following circumstances.

Now they meet here.

The flames in the fireplace were warm and stirring, reflecting the slight redness of the person's face.Green velvet curtains hang down with a lot of tassels, gently swaying with the draft.

In the hall, sat the three Slytherins - the Malfoy family, and Ravenclaw's crazy girl, Gryffindor's clever lady know-it-all.

"It's too late." Narcissa was trembling, she suddenly raised her left hand, lifted the cuff of the velvet robe inlaid with gold silk, revealing a silver bracelet, "She's here."

The silver bracelet was shaking wildly, and the two small bells hanging on it were like elves dancing in the snow. The silver beads collided and made a series of crisp sounds.

"Bellatrix Lestrange." When Lucius said the name, his expression changed slightly, "Here she is."