HP+ first love is no small matter

When Draco went out of the room, he saw Narcissa's back, who turned her back to him and said nothing.

But she was too close to him, and if he wanted to go out, she had to give in no matter what.

The sound of his opening the door was not too loud, but she stood firmly and did not look back at all.

at last.

"Mom." He called her, "I want to go out."

"I heard her crying," Narcissa said dreamily, "what did you do, son?"

"Nothing was done."

"She was crying so hard, she told you to get out," Narcissa repeated, "Son, what did you do?"

The child's voice was so loud that she had to use several silencing spells.

"She's scared, but I swear I didn't do anything to her..."

"Did you really not do anything to her?" His mother grabbed his hand and wanted to say something to him, but suddenly she stopped, "Draco," her voice was shaking, " What's in your nails?"

It was his own skin and dried blood.

Narcissa shook off his hand and rushed into the room. The girl was asleep, but the nail marks on her face were still bright, and she trembled, "You scratched her face?!"

"No no no," he realized what his mother was thinking, "she scratched herself," he explained dizzily but insisted, rolling up his sleeves, "I scratched myself, I just I want to know how much she loves my mother, I just want to know how much she loves..." He suddenly felt that his tears could not be stopped, "Mom..."

He can only call his mother like a child, "Mom," he cried and buried his head in his mother's arms, "I just want to know how much she hurts, I can't do anything, I can't help her change , Mom, I don't even know how much she hurts..."

Narcissa hugged him tightly, yes, it's my Draco, soft-hearted Draco.

She thought sadly, how could I doubt him?This is my son, my good son...

He just wanted to know how much she hurt, and he hurt himself just to find out how much she hurt.

"Wait here for mom," she said, "be good, listen to mom, mom will get some white fresh food, you and she will use some, I promise she will be fine, I promise she won't have any wounds..."

She'd have to get some blemishes fast, it's a waste of money to use blemishes on such a simple, uncharmed skin lesion, but if the Dark Lord could see the wound on her face...

She has to go right away.

"Let me get it," he said, "I know where Bai Xian is, Mom, you stay with her, she doesn't want to see me."

After he left, Narcissa gesticulated on the girl's face with her hand, and the four scratches made her heart tremble madly.

She tentatively took the girl's left hand, worried and relieved by the dried blood and skin between the nails, she scratched herself, not my Draco.

But she ruined her face...

She watched, frightened and wanted to help the girl cut off the too long nails.But she just moved, and the girl woke up. She opened her big eyes but couldn't see anything. She just stretched out her hand to caress the back of Narcissa's hand, and when she touched the ring on her fingertip, she suddenly called her , "Aunt."

"It's me," Narcissa said softly, "I thought you were sleeping so I didn't wake you up."

There must be blood on her fingers, but she didn't ask or say anything, just cut off her nails for her.

The girl knew in her heart why she did this.

Narcissa is Draco's good mother, not his... No, no matter whose mother treats her better than his own mother.

She thought about it, couldn't help holding the back of the other's hand, and called her mournfully, "Auntie."

"What's the matter?" Narcissa touched her forehead with her hand, carefully avoiding her wound, "What's the matter, Vera?"

She shook her head and didn't speak, just hugged the other's hand in her arms, and finally said after a while, "I really miss him..."

She said intermittently, "I had a dream before I woke up this morning...we sometimes sleep together...although we haven't slept together for a long time now, but that dream...that dream made me think he was still here... I get cold easily so he won't let me get up at night...he does everything for me...so I say, Re, I want some water."

There was no answer, so she rolled towards him, reaching out to hug him out of habit, calling him, "Re..."

why don't you answer me?

Why is it so dark?

She hugged Narcissa's arms and cried, "But there is no water, no light, and no him..."

She shivered and stuffed the back of her hand into her mouth, "I...don't have him..."

Not anywhere, not here, not at Hogwarts, not anywhere, he just wasn't with her, he's dead now...

She cried and convulsed in Narcissa's arms.The latter hugged her, pressed her, and felt her whole body constantly struggling to suppress her crying. "Good boy," Narcissa put her arms around her, "Good boy..."

She slapped the girl on the back, and the girl suddenly retched while crying.

So Narcissa supported the girl to help her lean over, but the girl didn't spit out anything.

Yes, the house-elf said she wouldn't eat, and it looks like she hasn't eaten anything since morning.

"Drink some water," Narcissa poured out a glass of water for her, "Come on, Vera, drink some water."

"I miss him so much..." She took two sips of water from the cup to suppress her churning stomach, "I really miss him so much..."

She couldn't die, she couldn't die in the short term, she couldn't die without a child, she didn't want that woman to use her body, and she didn't want to have a child, but she didn't want to live even more.

But there is a very simple logical relationship in it.

If she doesn't want to live, she has to give birth to a child like Avella and tell her to kill herself.

If she gives her body to that woman, then that woman will also have to give birth to a child so that she can continue to use that child's body.

After all, she had to have a baby.

She must have a child.

Narcissa didn't understand what the girl was thinking, but Narcissa thought of something in surprise, still hugged her tightly from behind, and called her in a low voice, "Vera..."

The girl didn't answer, but she still said, "Vera, how long have you been... How long has it been since the last time?"

The blood stains on the girl's hands reminded her that she and the elf did all the clothes and washing after the child lost his eyesight. For at least a month, she never needed those physiological products.