HP+ first love is no small matter

"She doesn't want to," Lucius said to Narcissa, "the child doesn't want to..."

"Do you want to see what your own son looks like?" Narcissa asked him back, "Do you know what your own son looks like now?"

"The child doesn't want to..."

"Your son cried and asked me where his ring went, he asked me where the ring he used to propose to her when he was a child went." Narcissa looked into his eyes, "He cried and asked me this kind of thing. "

"They didn't grow up together..." Lucius closed his mouth.

"Yeah, but he wishes he had grown up with her," Narcissa said. "We all know who the kid really likes, so I think you know why your son thinks that!"

She liked her twin brother, so Draco wished he was that boy.

Her eyes were red, "My son wants her, my son just wants her..."

"You can't always give him what he wants!"

"I don't care!" she yelled at him, "I don't care so much, I have only one son! I will give him what he wants! You may have other children, but this is all I have!"

Lucius' face turned white in an instant, but Narcissa didn't care about that, she grabbed his arm, "I don't care, that's your son too, your son likes her, your son..." Tears rolled down her face Falling down, "Your son just wants to like her, no matter what, he likes him, he likes her just like your father..."

She plunged into her husband's arms and couldn't help crying, "Your father...you know what happened to your father, you know..."

"Okay," he put his arms around her to comfort her, "it's okay, it's okay..."

"This is the only son I have," she choked up, "he has to be good, he must be good."

"Okay, okay, it will be fine..."

"I'll give him whatever he wants. He's had everything since he was a child," she said in a low voice. "He hasn't been wronged at all. You and I haven't touched a finger of him. He just likes her now. It's not that she hates him. If she really hated him, why would she let him touch her? She was unhappy because her brother died, and she had no one else. The Dark Lord didn't love her, and even killed her Brother; Sirius is dead long ago; her mother doesn't like her either..." She tugged on her husband's collar and leaned on his shoulder and looked at him, "She has no one else, how nice she married Draco Yeah, she's married to Draco and Draco is glad you and I can take care of her, isn't that good enough? That's good..."

"Her bloodline..." Lucius had no excuse to reject her, this was his last excuse...

"What bloodline!" She realized that she was speaking too aggressively, so she said in a low, mournful voice, "You are not Madam's child either..."

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Lucius had nothing to say.

Seeing this, Narcissa made persistent efforts, she put her arms around her husband's neck, "Let them get married, no, just get engaged, we'll talk about the future, let our Draco get better first, okay?"

She looked into her husband's eyes, "Let's talk about the future, let's let Draco get better first, let's talk about it after he gets better? Besides, Draco likes her so much, and he won't have children with her ..."

She was going to die at most 16 years after giving birth.

Seeing that he was still a little hesitant, she changed the way again, "I won't live if Draco dies!" She tugged on his collar, "I won't live if he dies..." She Leaning on his chest, "Lucius..." She cried and begged him, "Promise him, okay? Just give her to him, promise him, Lucius..."

"Narcissa..."

"Look at him," he said, and it drove her crazy, "you come with me to see him, to see Draco, to see our Draco, you are his father, you Take a look at him, just take a look at him, just one look, after that look, if you are still so obsessed with blood, I have no choice, Lucius..."

She dragged him into her son's room.

When the door was opened, both of them were too scared to move or make a sound.

The blond boy sat on the window sill with his back to them, his legs dangling on the wall, as if he was about to fall off the window sill with a slight movement.

After a long time, the two of them remembered that their son was a wizard after all, and no wizard would die in such a ridiculous way of falling from upstairs.

"Draco..." Lucius said tremblingly, "what are you doing?"

The young man turned his head to look at them with a pale face, "Dad, Mom," he had a vague smile, "Is she willing to see me?"

"Get down first," Lucius squeezed out a smile, "Come on, Draco, get down there first."

"She likes it this way." He looked out. "Our house can see the grass, the woods, and the fountain, but the Blacks' house looks like it's just a Muggle house...their yard is small, isn't it?"

"Yes," Narcissa said softly, "Your grandfather grew up there, and he said the sight there was so bad that people couldn't understand..."

"So, what is she looking at?" Draco said to himself, "I always don't know what she is thinking, I worked very hard, I really worked hard, Mom, I am so old now Yeah, I'm a lot older than her, I'm in my 20s but I still don't understand what she's thinking...Mom..."

His parents looked at each other, wondering why their 16-year-old son would claim to be in his 20s.

But they still said very tacitly, "I don't know," the two said in unison, very gentle, "But we can think about it slowly, son, we can think about it slowly, come down first, okay?"

"She's mad at me," Draco said as he held onto the window sill, feeling his heart ache so badly that he could hardly breathe, "she's still mad at me, I'm still mad at me, mom, dad... I What should I do? I just want her to survive, I just want to be with her...but I can't do anything, I have no other way..."

He squeezed his fingers tightly on the window sill, and as the strength increased, his fingertips became whiter and whiter. He tore his heart and said, "I have no other choice...I just want her to live, I really want her to live." There is no other way, I just want to be with her, but no one wants me to be with her, and she herself doesn't want to be with me!"

He almost lost his strength to the point of falling from the window sill, "What else can I do? If Regulus doesn't die, she won't survive, and if he doesn't die, she will die. I really can't do anything..."

He raised his tearful eyes, "If it's possible, if it's possible, I really want to die instead of him, if it's possible, I really wish I was him! Why am I not him?! Why am I not her brother?!"

He felt heartbroken to die.

He cried, "I don't think there is any point in my life..."

He cried, "She won't forgive me..."

"She's not mad at you!" Lucius yelled, "She's not mad at you, Draco," he lowered his voice, "She's not mad at you, Draco, come down, okay ?"

He almost fell off the ledge.

But as soon as Lucius said not to be angry, Draco suddenly seemed to be hit by some special magic, and he laughed, "Is she not angry with me?"

"Don't be angry anymore." Lucius originally shouted those words out of desperation, but after the lie is uttered, it doesn't matter whether it was created out of desperation or not, what it wants is that you continue to strengthen it , strengthen it, and it will press your own tongue against you to expand it.

He stared at his son who suddenly laughed, and opened his arms. "Come on, Draco," he smiled, "Come to Daddy."

It's been a long time since he said or acted like this.

Draco loved it when he was a kid, he loved it when he opened his arms and he hopped over, was held in his arms by his dad, then thrown into the sky, and then caught by his dad again.

So safe and so fun.

No matter how high he was thrown in Dad's arms, no matter how unsafe it seemed to Mom.

Daddy will always catch him, Daddy will always protect him and make him feel at ease.

How old was Draco then?

After all, it will not be more than ten years old.

Now Lucius opened his arms to his 16-year-old son and said, "Come on, come to Daddy."

His son obediently ran over and put him in his arms, and he whispered, "Don't worry," he kissed his son's hair and cheek, "Don't worry, your father is here," he hugged Draco tightly Let go, just shed two tears, "Don't worry, it's okay, she won't be angry with you anymore, she won't be angry with you."

"Not angry with me?" Draco raised his face, "Really not angry with me?"

"Not mad at you," his father coaxed him, "she likes you, Draco, she likes you..."

"Really like me?" Draco smiled with tears in his eyes, "Really like me?"

He whimpered, "Then why doesn't she even look at me?"

"A little bit of anger, a little bit of a temper," his dad hugged him tightly, promising him, "but she's really not mad at you, Draco, don't worry," his dad gritted his teeth, "she likes you, she will marry you..."

Draco looked much calmer, and Lucius finally said under Narcissa's eyes, "Okay," he looked at his son, "Draco, you need to rest, Dad and You promise, Daddy promises that she will be your bride when she comes of age..."

"Old age," Draco repeated, "what does it mean to be old?"

"Seventeen..." Lucius originally wanted to say 17 years old, but felt that this time was too close, he gritted his teeth, "20 years old, how about 20 years old? You will get married when you are 20 years old."

"Twenty?" Draco calmed down a lot, but then he said shyly again, "Dad, me, me and her..."

There was a little blush on his face, "I touched her."

Then added, "She made me... she made me..."

"Okay," Lucius felt that he was going to faint, but still agreed, "Daddy knows," he hugged his son tightly, "Okay, Draco, Daddy knows everything, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Daddy Know everything."