HP+ first love is no small matter

Two days later, Narcissa pushed open the door of the girl's room again, and the latter was walking around the room with those beautiful but useless eyes.Her adaptability has always been amazing, and she completely recovered after crying bitterly.

Why not Draco?

"Aunt?" She listened for a while, not knowing what she was hearing, but she had already figured out who it was.

"It's me," Narcissa said, with a tone of enthusiasm she could hear herself, a strange, fake enthusiasm, "are you feeling better?"

"The wound is much better," the girl groped forward, "the body is also better," she hugged Narcissa tightly, "Is aunt alone?"

"Yes, only me."

"Then," the girl looked up, "should I take medicine or what should I do? I won't have to go to the hospital, will I?"

"I brought some medicine here," Narcissa said softly, "Drink the medicine, and you'll be fine in an hour or two."

"Okay," the kid even smiled a little. "Thank you, aunt."

But Narcissa didn't do it for a long time.

"Does Auntie have anything to say?" she realized.

"Are you sad?" Narcissa said softly, "Your first child."

"No," she shook her head, "I don't like children."

"When you grow up, you won't think so," Narcissa looked at her. "You're still young, so you don't think so."

"Some things don't change no matter how old they are," she said, leaning on the bed at the same time. "Did Auntie ask me that because she likes Draco?"

"Yes, Vera...he is the only child I have."

"You are the one who has children because you love children," the girl said to herself, "but Auntie, I am not that kind of person. I don't like children, so I don't want children."

Narcissa whispered, "Draco likes you."

Without pausing, the girl just said, "I know."

Narcissa paused for a while, "Don't you like him?"

"No." She said bluntly, after a while, "he is like a brother to me."

"But he doesn't want to be your brother."

"It's not something I can decide," the girl touched a section of her hair, she thought it was time to take a shower, "Auntie, I like my brother, but you and Draco forced me to kill him with my own hands, you really Think if I'm with Draco, I'll treat him well?"

She was at a loss for words, but the girl stretched out her hand, "Give me the medicine, auntie, no matter what you want to say, you know you can't keep this child."

Narcissa opened the crystal glass bottle in her hand and brought it to the girl's mouth. The girl fumbled for it, but she stopped holding it for her, and drank the potion in one gulp.

"It will hurt a little," Narcissa said softly, "but don't be afraid, I'll be here."

The girl nodded, "Will it bleed a lot? Is there anything I can put on it? If there is too much blood, I'm afraid it will stain the bed..."

"Yes," Narcissa said lightly, "but don't be afraid, aunt is here, and aunt will take care of everything for you."

The girl was silent for a while.

"Call uncle over here," she said softly, "Auntie, I have to talk to uncle about something."

"Why did you call him?" Narcissa didn't quite understand.

"Because of some things." For some reason, the girl felt her eyes gradually brighten up, and she could see something dimly. She said, "Some things are better when you don't know about them."

"Wouldn't it be better to wait a little longer?" Narcissa was a little worried, "Let's talk about it in a few days..."

"Now," she said emphatically, "right now."

No one can twist her, she is so stubborn.

When Lucius came over, she was already sitting on the bed, with a pale face, wearing a pure black skirt, pure black shoes, no jewelry, even her blond hair was pulled up and tied around her ears with a black ribbon.

The Dark Lord would be offended to see her dressed like this, she was in total mourning.

She looked at him as if she could already see things, "Hello," she suddenly smiled, "Uncle."

"Are you better?" He felt his throat was unusually dry, "Eyes..."

"Auntie told me," she said softly, "Auntie said Draco wanted to marry me, so I want to ask you what you mean," she smiled, "Do you want me to marry him?"

He was silent for a long time, "Vera," he stroked her hair with his hand, "I know you don't want to..."

"What if I say I do?"

……

"Vera," he couldn't believe it, "Vera, then..."

"I'm just kidding you," she smiled, but there was a coldness in her eyes, "but he wants to marry me, and your wife is also willing him to marry me, and she even came to persuade me, so you tell me Me, do I want it or not?!"

Her sudden temper caught him off guard, "Vera," he tried to reassure her, "I know you don't want to..."

"That means you don't want to?" She sneered, "Because I don't want to? So you won't let me marry him?"

"Yes," he knew that the other party was mocking him, but he continued, "You don't have to do things you don't like."

"I hope you remember what you said today." She looked at him, "I really hope you remember what you promised me today."

"I won't forget that," he said softly. "I know I'm sorry for you."

She looked at him, and suddenly smiled very lightly, "Go and call your wife in now, and tell her that my stomach hurts like hell."

"What's wrong with you?" He was startled, "What's wrong with you?!"

"You almost had a grandson or granddaughter," she smiled, "but no one thought it should exist."

He almost collapsed and took a few steps back, but finally stood firm, and then went out to call his wife in.

The girl's face was pale, and she finally put her hand on her lower abdomen. She had never felt such pain, nor had she hated herself so much for being inattentive when she was angry.

I should at least take the medicine Regulus gave me, she pinched the skirt on her leg, thinking drowsily in her heart.

The pain was countless times stronger than when she had a stomachache before.

The sharp blade started to slash from the depths of the internal organs, trying to find an exit in the body, and finally turned into a wave of water flowing out of her body. The pain was unbearable, but the flowing water made her feel unbearable. There is a kind of joy.

That part of her that wasn't hers had finally left her, and that pleased her.

The pleasure of the disappearance of the foreign body makes the pain bearable.

I'll never be this stupid again, she vowed to herself.

She smiled through the pain, remembering that she had whimpered with a tenth of the pain.

Regulus would hug her tightly and rub her belly with his hands.

When she was in severe pain, she would lose her temper and see things that were not pleasing to the eye, but he was still gentle, still considerate, still hugged her, and said to her, "It will be fine."

The pain was like a wave, sweeping from the lower abdomen wave after wave, her tears began to flow out uncontrollably, the door opened and closed again, after a while, Narcissa opened the door, and took three steps Tsukuru rushed over to grab her wrist in two steps and pulled her into his arms.

She was hugged tightly in a daze, and said, "Re, my stomach hurts..."

She put her arms around the other's shoulders, "Re," she called, "Re..."

Narcissa hugged her and hugged her whole in her arms, "My poor child," she couldn't help crying, "My poor child..."

She hugged the girl tightly, stroked her, kissed her, pulled out the finger she subconsciously put into her mouth and replaced it with a handkerchief, "Don't bite your finger," she said in a low voice, "Hey, call it out, cast a spell, don't be afraid People heard it, I know you hurt, I know it hurts..."

But the girl called and called, only one name, "Re..."