young man returning home

Chapter 6 Entanglement

"Make a deal? Granger." He reached out lazily, ripping the Slytherin's white and green tie from his uniform jacket somewhat carelessly.The scrupulous tie that had never been tidied was drooping on his chest like a snake.The young man looked tired.

Hermione hadn't expected to meet him at this time and this place.The passage leading to the reading room is softly lit.The orange-yellow is like the radiance of a star, covering him with an extremely fitting arc, making the proud Malfoy have the softness of a lonely child at this moment, just this moment.Hermione will never understand, lying on a gorgeous velvet mattress, instructing the house elves with a noble and cold tone without a trace of warmth, eating chocolate frogs and riding broomsticks, at the pure-blood family ball, she can only smile noblely and coldly. , how lonely a cold childhood that was piled up with these tedious but extremely ordinary mechanical behaviors must have been.

"Deal?" the brunette girl asked.Her slightly raised ending sound was like the corner of Malfoy's mouth raised at this time, unfamiliar but gentle.

Draco was half leaning against the wall, blocking Hermione's path.He didn't look at her.The young man licked the bruise on the corner of his mouth cunningly, and said with a smile, "I had a fight with Blaise... Slytherin's infighting is fun, isn't it?"

Hermione froze, looking up at his disheveled platinum blonde hair, which was as bad as a bird's nest.Sure enough, there were large and small bruises on the face, some of which had even turned dark purple.Malfoy had never been so disrespectful.Hermione thought about answering his words in countless ways, but the words were unexpectedly cold and mocking: "Go to Madam Pomfrey's school infirmary, Mr. Malfoy. Maybe you can meet Blaise there, Slater It’s a good choice to have supper together.”

She ran away.For his own bitterness.

"What year! Granger!" he called to her from behind, "Weasley is still occupying St. Mungo's bed, do you think there will be room in the school infirmary? . . . for Brace to have supper? "

Hermione stopped in her tracks, carefully reading his tone, and Draco seemed calm, not even annoyed at her slip of the tongue.

"Deal. Deal. Girl." He tapped lightly on the door frame with his beautiful finger bones.

"I would like to hear more about it." The little witch finally turned around and approached him slowly.

"Tell me about your purpose of coming to the library at night? Girl." Draco put his hand into his pocket, groping for something with some difficulty. He seemed to have the ability to drag the topic away, completely ignoring Hermione's glaring gaze.

"Find a formula for Ron, maybe the ancient magic will have records of this." Hermione rolled her eyes, but still answered his question. "—to make room for… a Slytherin shared supper." She shrugged.

"Come on," he laughed, "I had forgotten that standing in front of me at this very moment was Miss Know-it-all from Gryffindor,— studious! Bitter!" He paused, then laughed again, "And— Big Die!!"

Hermione lowered her head in embarrassment, before she had time to deal with Draco's teasing, the arrogant boy had already said again: "Miss Materia, do you think the reason Weasley is still unconscious is... that Quidditch match? A collective attack by the Dead Apostles? Do you think so too?"

His deliberately emphasized voice shocked Hermione: "Isn't it?"

"Do you remember what happened in the Forbidden Forest?" he asked.In an extremely calm tone, he brought up the old matter again.Of course, Hermione couldn't forget Malfoy's desperate eyes on that scorching afternoon, which might be the source of her constant restlessness in her nightmares every night.

And that vicious curse.

"Granger, I curse you." She tried her best to hide the turmoil in her heart, and said this sentence in a calm tone.Hermione buried her head deeply in her long brown hair, not daring to meet those beautiful light gray eyes.

The air froze for three seconds.

Draco was taken aback.

"Don't be shy, girl," his beautiful finger bones were still knocking on the door frame in a steady rhythm, "tell me everything you saw in the Forbidden Forest...tell me..." Draco actually reached out to tease her The soft long hair, just when his fingers were about to touch the brown ripples jumping under the light, he retracted his hand mechanically, as if there was an invisible boundary blocking him, perhaps it was the boundary that pure blood and hemp could never cross.It is the gap between them that they can never ignore and forget in their lifetime. "Well," he said softly, "you saw the greatest evil in the world in the Forbidden Forest! Damn, cunning, selfish Malfoy slaughtering unicorns, the most pure and innocent life! Granger, you saw... ...Perhaps you never slept well after you left the Forbidden Forest... In the eyes of the upright, kind, and brave Gryffindor, this is such an ugly and intolerable crime! Maybe you close your eyes and see It's all Malfoy's hideousness, I'm sorry, Granger."

Hermione bit her lip hard to keep the tears from falling.The nightmarish scene in the Forbidden Forest reappeared in front of my eyes, lingering.Damn, cunning, selfish Malfoy... How can she make him understand that what really makes her sleepless nights and shadows overlap is the first time she sees the overwhelming despair and his That vicious and cruel curse when he left.

Nightmares continue.

"Perhaps your spirit was not very good after that, I heard that you often visit Madam Pomfrey's school infirmary?" He raised his eyebrows and asked her.Hermione remained silent, and the evil Slytherin smiled slyly: "Maybe Gryffindor often have supper there? Scarhead Potter and poor Weasley should be very happy. What a good proposal."

"Girl, are you crying?" Hermione was taken aback, but Draco actually handed her a handkerchief!The sharp Malfoy didn't even bother to ridicule, and there was some concern in his tone.

Hermione grabbed the kerchief in a panic, and wiped it on her face indiscriminately: "Get to the point, Malfoy."

"You don't thank me?" He smiled.

Hermione glanced up at this strange boy. Draco seemed to have changed a lot in the sixth grade. He was willing to talk to her, even if it was sometimes ridiculed.But he will step her down when she is most embarrassed, and their intersection seems to be more than just studying in the same classroom.Just like now, Draco actually blocked her way and wanted to "make a deal" with her.

"Thank you." She spit out these two words, and quickly returned the kerchief to him.

Draco casually stuffed the kerchief into his inner pocket, he took a breath and exhaled deeply, this action was very much like a Muggle boy blowing a smoke ring: "Hermione, you will do it for you sooner or later Regret it. Regret it immensely."

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