HP+ first love is no small matter

The girl pushed open the door of the living room, walked all the way in under the surprised eyes of everyone, and sat down on the floor leaning on his knees.

No one spoke, she did not speak, he did not speak, so no one else dared to make a sound.

Nagini crawled over, hissing and spitting, and she didn't even look at the snake, letting it wrap itself around her and talk to her.

The Dark Lord finally glanced at the others, waved his hands, and those people obediently retreated from the room, while he said, "Aren't you angry with me?"

She didn't speak, but he stroked her hair with his hand, "Do you know that I'm all for your own good?"

He smiled slightly, "I know I can cure you, but you are just confused by him, believe me, I understand, I know what he is."

He squeezed her shoulders to pick her up off the ground, but she gave way, and he hugged her tightly, burying his nose in her hair, "You'll have everything," he whispered, "Miss, as long as If you are obedient and obedient, you will have everything."

He couldn't help kissing her neck, "I promise that as long as you listen to me... you will have everything."

She didn't resist or speak, the long blond hair fell down to cover most of his face, he couldn't help lowering his head and kissing her fingers.

"Ma'am..." He called her in a low voice. "lady……"

After all, she was born a little too much like that lady.

His fingers gradually crossed the line a little bit, and he began to caress her back and shoulders, fingers sliding there lingeringly, and that action betrayed his desire to continue.

"You kept me," she said at last, "because you didn't want to give me to someone else, because you wanted to use me for yourself, because you thought I was her."

He stopped as if startled, no longer moved but still hugged her and refused to let go.

"You kept me because of your dirty, shameful, unspeakable desire," her voice was light and frightening, "but now you have nothing to keep me, Regulus Dead, killed by my own hands, what I want is gone, you can't keep me anymore."

He finally spoke after a long time. "Not necessarily."

He straightened her head and looked into her eyes, "Do you really want that kid from the Malfoy family?"

She tied her life with him, she was willing to die for him, can she not now?

Her pupils shrank slightly, and he sat so close to her, he smiled with great satisfaction, "You don't even want yourself because of him, come on, tell me, is your brother or him more important?"

"My brother," she said softly, "my heart died when he died, Draco was fine, but I'd be satisfied if you could kill him."

"To kill him is to kill you," he smiled. "I wouldn't do something so stupid."

"But if I want to make him suffer, there are many ways," he said very slightly, "you know? Even if I don't hurt the other person's body, I can torture him. I really have many ways to make him unhappy, right "He put his arms around her, "I haven't seen him for a long time, what's the matter with him now? Is it sad because you don't go to him? Is it painful because you know you will never forgive him?"

He smiled lowly, "His kind of coward, the kind of well-protected rich young master can't bear a bit of hardship. Did his parents go to beg you? I know they are quarreling, I know their The relationship has been very stiff recently, miss, I am in this house, I know everything about what happened in this house, I really, really, know everything."

He thought of this step from the beginning.

He had deliberately arranged for Draco to do that sort of thing in the first place.

He stroked her face with his fingertips, "I'll give him to you," he sniffed her body, "Although you are not obsessed with the boy before, you should be uncomfortable with this boy, right? "

She didn't speak.

"You let him touch you." He smiled, "You playboy, you think I don't know? If you really don't like him like you said, you will let him fuck you?"

She didn't refute or get angry in the face of such insulting words.

He knew he had pinched her weakness.

"I'll give him to you," he smiled, "betroth him, marry him, do anything with him, miss, as long as you don't make a child, as long as you are mine, I don't care if you have who."

The greatest threat has been eliminated by himself, as for Draco?

She might have had some special affection for him for some reason, but he had put his hands on her and made her watch the boy die.

He didn't believe she could still treat Draco well.

"I know that you are willing to stay here obediently, but you still want to ask for rewards and sweets from me," he smiled lowly, "Didn't I promise you? You can get whatever you want, as long as you are obedient, as long as you are obedient I will Make sure you have everything."

"Is he going to be okay?"

"It's going to be all right," he said softly, "as long as you listen to him he'll be all right."

"I heard you have a son."

"Yes," he said casually, "a son, what's the matter? Speaking of which, I haven't named him yet."

"You have a son," she whispered, "what do you think I should call him? I don't want to call him uncle, do I? Calling Lucius uncle is more bearable than calling him uncle. "

"My kitty came here today really prepared," he laughed. "You don't like him, you don't want to see him, do you?"

He stroked her blond hair, "Okay, you know I promised you, you can have whatever you want, if you don't see him, then he will never appear in front of you, and I even promise that no one will mention it in front of you." Him, did he do it?"

"It's not enough."

"What else do you want?" He squeezed her chin and looked at her, "Come on, tell me."

"What about his mother?"

"That's what you really want to know, isn't it?" He couldn't help laughing, "Don't worry, miss, the child needs to be taken care of by his mother, and he will be with his mother."

"You never have to worry about losing my favor," he said, "You are my Lady and will always be my Lady. Don't worry, YourLordonlyhaveoneLady."

That kind of life lasted for ten years.

After all, the Dark Lord fell, because information about the Death Eaters was constantly being leaked, because the Order of the Phoenix still had power, and because most of the mainstays of the Death Eaters were dead.

The power of the pure-blood family was hit hard.

It's not just the pure-blood families that have been hit hard, the population composition of the entire British wizarding world has experienced various problems. A large number of population reductions have brought about a decline in the overall number and quality of the magic population, and the wizarding world is in a precarious state. Among them, not to mention pure-blood wizards, the number of half-blood wizards is not enough.

On this basis, because the Death Eaters ruled the Ministry of Magic during the war, the Order of the Phoenix, which competed against it, was an unofficial organization, which caused a decline in the credibility of the Ministry of Magic, and indirectly caused most wizards to become distrustful of the Ministry of Magic and become useless Governmentalists, some of these anarchists chose to turn to the deserted mountains, some chose to escape from England and entered countries without magical influence, but more wizards chose to integrate into the Muggle community.

As a result, the restrictions on intermarriage between wizards and Muggles were once again opened, and pure-blood families or mixed-blood families used their own methods to actively integrate into Muggle society.

The same goes for the Malfoys.

They'd have to get down and run into the Muggles, too.

With the legitimate money transaction brought about by the sale of real estate, the tax was paid by the government, and the existence of the surname was confirmed, and that transaction was then converted into the purchase and sale of stocks, probably because of the extremely smooth flow, She made a lot of money, so the tax cuts and realizations brought about by various means followed.

The same goes for socializing.

She first used money and strength to secure a place for herself in social situations, and then the latest generation heir of the ancient family conquered all the men and women at the party with her beauty and grace.

The Malfoys reappeared in Muggle high society as a reclusive noble family.

Of course, this sense of mystery needs to be diminished somewhat.

They were invited to visit the old manor which has a long history but has been continuously renovated and remodeled.

Along with the reputation for superlative service you can get there is the tenderness and thoughtfulness of the young and beautiful hostess.

The reputation of the young, beautiful and wealthy Mrs. Malfoy gradually expanded. In addition to the house elves, in order to deal with the presence of Muggle guests, the family began to use a large number of Squib wizards as waiters.

For pure-blood families, this may be a sign of corruption.

But the beautiful and young Mrs. Malfoy was so skillful and skillful among the many guests, winning all kinds of people's hearts.The connections of the Malfoy family have once again covered the United Kingdom in the past few years of loose policy.

An artist, a bourgeois, a politician or the media, she always relies on one person to find another person, she makes a spider web of human networks, and she is the hunter waiting for the guests to come to her door .

Her social circle is so wide, and the Malfoy family's mansion is old and gorgeous, so suitable for entertaining guests.

All of these complement each other so well.

She danced at the ball, holding a glass of wine and talking and laughing with others. When toasting, her gestures were very beautiful, but her cheeks flushed because of alcohol were even more eye-catching.

Not that no one ever asked, "Where's her husband? Where's Mr. Malfoy?"

He has appeared a few times, but her attitude towards him is no more cordial than others. She doesn't like to stand beside her husband and smile at the guests like other wives. The two husband and wife are opposite in a sense , she was there to entertain the guests cordially, while he just stood there indifferently, occasionally acting gentler on a whim, but still never smiling.

Their relationship is not very good.

And she is so beautiful.

She is being chased.

Her husband looked more and more like her elders, yet she was still so young and so beautiful.

Finally, when she was about to sit in a young man's new sports car, she felt a sharp pain in her wrist, and when she regained consciousness, the wrist had been bent at an incredible angle, and the maid hurried away Come here, "Ma'am..."

She nodded to signal the other party to continue, "Master accidentally fell down the stairs just now."

"Did you call the doctor?"

"Called." The maid paid attention to her face, "Master asked me to come and ask, will you come back for dinner today?"

She paused for a while, then suddenly laughed, "Forget it," she smiled at the young man who had managed to ask her out, "My husband fell down, I think I should stay at home with him. "

The man was very reluctant, but he finally chose to accept under her eyes, and after asking for a promise to meet next time, the sports car disappeared in front of everyone.

And the smile on her face also faded a little bit, she walked through the gate to the hallway in front of the house, walked through the corridor, and saw Draco sitting on the ground with his hands on his wrists, the two were looking at each other, and his eyes were concentrated On her wrist, his pupils shrank for a moment, and he called her, "Vera."

She knew what he meant.

She knew he wanted to say, "Look, my love for you has never diminished."

But she didn't say anything, didn't do anything, she just walked away from him and walked down the stairs into her bedroom.

The window of her bedroom was open, and the wind blew in from the floor-to-ceiling windows with a thin white gauze hanging down, making the white gauze more soft and gentle like a mist.

The maid knocked on the door three times and said, "Madam, the master told me to call the doctor to you first to have a look at your wrist."

She didn't seem to hear anything, just staring at the misty white gauze.

People always think that the wind is free, coming and going without a trace, and no one can catch it.

But the fact is not like this, look at the white gauze, after all it indicates that the gust of wind has disappeared in her room without return.

The author has something to say:

This ending here once thought about whether to use it or not, but I really couldn't write Hp fans all of a sudden.

So be it, use this ending.

Any ending is better than no ending.

There is another ending that I haven't written yet, and I will post it as well.That is, if you let her go and let her do what she wants to do.

Chapter 95 Choice A Sorry Ending