Draco got up early in the morning, and he remembered the time Vera got up early before, reading a book by the fountain.

However, this time he waited at the blind corner of the entrance of the house until the sun rose high, and he didn't see Vera appearing there.

Subconsciously, he looked at the Dark Lord's room again, making sure that he wasn't there either.

Strange, where did she go?

He went back to the house puzzled, but saw her going down the stairs with his mother, she took his mother's arm and said, "Auntie, I want to eat oatmeal."

"It's simple," his mother said. "You don't want to eat something else? You can eat more in the morning and you won't gain weight, and you didn't eat anything last night."

"Then I still want to eat fruit salad with honey and yogurt. Well, if it is fruit, I hate bananas. I must not add them. Americans always like to add bananas. I hate them." She said, "Auntie What would you like to have for breakfast?"

"I drink black coffee with whole wheat toast," his mother said. "I'm getting old and I don't drink black coffee in the morning and I get watery," she said, pulling the girl's hair behind her ears and lovingly helping her. She straightened her collar, "My clothes are still a little too big for you, shall we go out and make clothes later?"

Draco:? ? ?

what's going on?What's wrong?Why did I get so close to my mother just for one night without seeing her?They obviously wouldn't talk to each other when they saw it before!

His mother said, "Little girls just want to dress beautifully."

"My aunt is so kind to me." Willa smiled and rested her head on his mother's arm.

"But not such a short skirt," Narcissa said. "You shouldn't dress like that. A good girl doesn't wear that."

"Yeah," Vera agreed, wrapping her arms around his mother and walking down the stairs with her, and his mother didn't rebuke her manners.

"Draco." She saw him and smiled at him, "Good morning, Draco."

"Good morning, Vera," he said numbly, "good morning, Mother."

"Good morning," his mother looked at him, "your dad is coming home today and he's going to want to check your summer homework and homework."

"It's all done." He continued to stare blankly at Vera standing with his mother.

Blonde, fair, proud.

The two women of the Blake family stood together, blood in every hair of their bodies.

Although he knew that Vera had black hair, she had the same gray eyes as his mother.

He has never been so clearly aware of the fact that her father is his mother's cousin as he is now.

She happily snuggled up next to his mother, where she ate fruit salad with oatmeal and black tea with honey and lemon.

His mother asked her, "Don't you want something else?"

And he was horrified to see that she held the glass in exactly the same way as his mother.

He even had an illusion that she was his mother's daughter and he was just an outsider.

He had a little suspicion that she was his long-lost sister and that everything before was just a dream of his.

However, there was a sudden silence in the dining room, and his mother stood up, "Master."

Even the two of them stood up, and he said, "Master."

And she looked at him and said, "Good morning, sir."

The Dark Lord looked at her for a moment, then glanced at Draco, she and Draco were sitting on either side of Narcissa.

Narcissa said, "We are having breakfast, master, what would you like to eat?"

He pointed to the porridge and fruit salad that the girl was drinking, "Same as her."

"Come right away." Narcissa stood up to stand behind him, and Draco also stood up, even though he hadn't eaten a sip of bread or drank a sip of tea until now.

However, she still sat there, and Narcissa gestured to her with her eyes, and the Dark Lord pressed her hand holding the spoon, "You eat with me, miss."

Draco wasn't too nervous, he knew the Dark Lord was her grandfather, but Narcissa looked dead pale.

The girl looked at him, and after a while, "You held my hand."

"Ok?"

"It stops me from drinking my porridge," she whispered.

"It's my fault," he smiled softly, pulling a strand of long hair behind her ears for her, "Drink."

He let go of his hand and just looked at her without blinking, "Do you like porridge?"

"It's okay, sometimes I eat cereal and pancakes," she said, "but usually when I first wake up I don't like to eat greasy things, it makes me sick."

"Pampered little thing," he said, but his tone was very affectionate, "you should eat more nutritious food, you are too thin."

But it wasn't her fault, Narcissa thought, her mother was like that.

"What do you like to eat?" she asked him back.

"Me?" He was a little surprised, but still answered her, "I eat everything, I'm not picky."

Nagini crawled through the door meandering, and the house-elves jumped away in fear. It wasn't that they couldn't defeat her with magic, but Nagini's status was higher than most Death Eaters, and they were ordered to kill her. Can't attack her, and she can swallow several house-elves in a row if she wants.

Although she despises house elves as bad food.

She climbed up to the table, approached the girl, and hissed the letter. The girl looked at her, and the Dark Lord said softly, "Come on, touch her, miss, she likes you very much."

"But I'm eating." She looked at the Dark Lord. "Mom said I can't touch people's pets while eating."

"She is not a pet," the Dark Lord corrected her. "She is my most trusted servant."

She didn't want to argue with him, she stretched out an index finger and touched Nagini's head, she said, "I really can't touch her anymore, if my mother is here, I will ask me to wash my hands, she doesn't like me after touching animals Have a meal."

"Your mother has a clean freak, I remember it like that, doesn't she?" He looked at her.

"I have a little bit of it too," she said. "Maybe cleanliness is hereditary."

Nagini hissed and spat out the letter for a while, and obediently crawled back to the feet of the Dark Lord.

The trembling house-elf over there brought oatmeal and the same fruit salad to the Dark Lord. He took a spoonful of the porridge, tasted it, and said, "Miss, I know why you're so thin."

"why?"

"Because the food you like is so bad that you can't eat much at all." He said, but continued to drink. Vera looked at him for a while, didn't speak, but raised her own spoon to drink the same porridge .

And Draco was wondering if there was something wrong with his eyes or what, he felt that the way Vera held the spoon looked more and more like the Dark Lord.

Narcissa glanced at her son and signaled him to get out of here with her eyes.

He felt that his mother's opinion was worth obeying, so he informed the Dark Lord and left the restaurant.

what should he do next

A back to the room.

B goes out. (give me the location)

The author has something to say:

I've been busy recently, let's set a time in the future, the statistics will end at 06:30, and then update at [-]:[-]?Is it still six o'clock?

In addition, what I wrote made everyone too speechless or something... Others have discussed the plot, but everyone - there is a feeling that since the arrangement is clear, then we will go on like this.

So decadent!So unprogressive!Too follow the crowd and have no idea of ​​​​your own!It's not fun!

It's different from Miss Malfoy's, which I finished writing from the beginning. This story develops randomly, and it doesn't have to be an option. Friends, you can use your imagination.Then I will see whether it is you who have big brains or my writing is so strong that I can justify myself and forcefully break out the ending I want~

Come on, let's have a little challenge, I really want to play games with everyone.

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