HP+ first love is no small matter

He calmed down, "It's all right."

"Then it's all right once," she said softly, "but you're going to do it to me as it is later, I want to know what it feels like..."

"Okay." He tried his best not to change his tone. He didn't want her to feel too happy. He felt that it was very good for him whether she treated him like this or he treated her like this. Win-win game, he thought.

"Easy...heavier," he instructed her in a daze, "lighter..."

She is actually not proficient, although she is very smart to find out what he likes, but the technique is a bit jerky, and she can't grasp the severity when biting him, but jerky has its advantages, he thought, she was not touched by anyone Pass.

She has never played this game with anyone else, even Regulus is no match for him in this regard.

"Okay," she pushed him away, "it's your turn."

To her, this is just a game, and the most important thing in the game is fairness. She has done so many things for him, and he can't just give her nothing.

She sat back on his lap, "but you have to be gentle," she looked at the red mark on his neck with lingering fear, which was the mark left by his teeth, "I'm afraid of pain, you can't bite me hard..."

Before she finished speaking, he had already lowered his head and kissed her neck gently.She is ticklish and hides a little bit backwards. He doesn't let her in his arms but at the same time he doesn't dare to hug her too hard. He knows that it will make her uncomfortable, and the most direct manifestation of her discomfort is that she won't want to hug her again. continue.

A little hand was scratching gently in his heart, and after kissing her for a while, he softly coaxed her, "Can you lie down? You are too small, and I feel a little uncomfortable bending my neck."

She didn't know what he was planning, she agreed, and after she lay down on his back, he held her with both arms to support his weight—it was a bit tiring, but worth.

She still hides back subconsciously, but where can she hide?

Behind her is the bed, although it is very soft, but she can't dig a hole in the bed and run away.

Her carotid arteries throbbed under his lips, and she smelled of milk and mint, warm and fragrant.

The hair oil is the same Moroccan essential oil as his, and the clothes are silk shirts wrapped in the same cashmere sweater as him.

Her shampoo was still mint, but her clothes smelled like his of lavender, which was her mother's favorite.

All of this was arranged by my mother, who unintentionally made the two of them a couple.

A lot of people think they are a couple, a lot of people.

He felt as dry as a vampire. He wanted to bite but didn't dare. He only dared to touch her lightly with his lips.

But she couldn't help laughing, he made her itchy, he wondered angrily what was going on, was it his own poor technique or something?

Accidentally, he sucked a mark on her snow-white neck.

She didn't know, but he was dizzy looking at the small red mark, her skin is so delicate...

"Villa," he called her softly, "huh?" She was all right, just smiling because he tickled her.

Healing spells are not difficult, let alone just such a mark.

"What's the matter?" She pushed him and sat up, "What are you looking at my neck for?"

He called the mirror and handed it to her, "I accidentally made a mark on you..."

"This is Hickey?" She looked at the mark in the mirror and couldn't help laughing, "So it was made like this, I saw it on their necks too..."

"Well," he said, "you hold on and let me get it off for you."

She nodded and let him put his fingers on her neck. With a little tap of the wand, her neck returned to its original state.

She still finds it very funny, "Did it come from sucking?"

"Well," he whispered, "I..."

She pulled his neck again to ask him to bend down, "I thought it would hurt, but it turned out not at all," she said softly, "Let me try, okay?"

He passed his neck almost intoxicated, and her lips pressed gently.

It was as good as a dream.

Until someone over there started pushing the door.

"You can't move," she said to him as she pushed him away, sat up straight leisurely, got down from the bed and opened the door, combing their messy blond hair with her fingers as she moved, "just pretend you're asleep."

And Draco was in an extreme state of wanting to kill someone - anyone would, when you almost got more.

He lay on the bed, buried his face in the pillow, almost whimpering and wanted to beat the person outside the door.

She glanced at Draco, made sure he was obedient, and opened the door, "Sabini?" She looked at him, "Are you roommates with Draco?"

Blaise almost ran into her in a hurry, and he stared at her for a while, "Why are you here?"

"Play with him," she said, "Did you forget something?"

Blaise apparently ran all the way back, "I forgot to take the book."

She oh, picked up the book he put there from Draco's bed, sat at his feet and continued to flip through it, and Draco was so embarrassed lying on the bed that he had to pretend to be asleep, with his eyes closed Lying on the pillow facing the wall, his golden hair covered most of his face and neck, which almost made him breathless.

"He's sleeping?" Blaise returned with the book. "Taking a nap?"

"Well," she said, "he was asleep when I came."

Then the two fell silent.

And Draco was glad he had pretended to be asleep.

"Why did you lock the door?" Blaise asked her, "I thought..." He stopped, and Draco could feel Blaise's eyes flicking past him again with great complexity.

"I'm here for this book," she said, showing him the spine. "I don't want to read it in the girls' dorm."

<Black Magic Practice>.

"Draco said this is your book, but how did you borrow this kind of book?" Blaise was a little surprised, "This is a forbidden book."

"As long as you have the teacher's signature," she said, "and you know, if it's a banned book, it shouldn't be in the school library at all."

She said, looking at her watch, "Aren't you planning to go to class? I think you should have been delayed long enough."

Blaise stopped talking and left the room.

She closed the door, took off her shoes and lay down next to Draco, "Are you really sleepy?" she asked him.

No, no, no!

How can it be?

"No," he said, "I just can't..." He continued to lie on the bed, "I just want to lie on it for a while."

"Then you go over there," she said, "I haven't read the book yet."

He obediently did so, and she leaned on his bed and began to read a book. The smell of lavender came over her in bursts, with her special milk smell. He couldn't help reaching out and holding her hand holding the book The wrist is delicate and smooth, and because of that delicate smoothness, she slipped out of his hand with a light effort, "Don't make trouble," she said, "I happen to have time, and I want to finish reading this book today .”

"Is Blaise good-looking?" he couldn't help asking her. "He's pretty good-looking for a Slytherin."

And he seemed to like her a lot, he was always so arrogant to other girls, he even went to the prom by himself.

"It's okay, he's really tall," she said casually, "but I like boys with fairer skin."

Regulus was very white.

She continued, "And Pansy seems to like him."

He straightened up. "You said Pansy wanted to marry me."

How do you say it's all Pansy?He thought about it, but he still wanted to refute her, "You hate Pansy that much?"

"How should I put it?" She used her fingers to help him pull a lock of hair behind his head, "I have benefited a lot from listening to those girls talking these days," she said, turning her eyes back to the book, "A person's It amazes me that the heart can be divided into so many parts, and each part is given to a different person."

"They said that you don't have to be alone in love and marriage," she frowned. "They also said that even if you are married, as long as you have a child who is confirmed to be your husband as the heir, you can have your own life as a husband and wife," she said. Acting very incomprehensible, "I really don't understand what they think."

"A lot of people are like that," he said, "but not my parents."

"Yes, your father loves your mother very much." She said, "But others don't necessarily, think about how terrible it is, marrying someone who obviously doesn't love you..."

He looked up at her as she continued, "From what you've said, I don't think you'd be surprised how many girls don't really like their boyfriends..."

"Basically," he said, "there are a lot of boys who don't like their girlfriends, they just think they should have a girlfriend."

"Is that what being in love is like?" she said, "You feel like there must be someone besides yourself, even if you don't like her, you'll like her if she keeps you from being alone? Or not even, just You're with her because she can make you feel less alone?"

"I don't know," he said, "I've never had a girlfriend."

"They said you went to a party with Pansy," she looked at him. "They said Pansy hated me because she thought I robbed her."

His heart beat violently.

And she said, "Do you like her?"

"No," he said, "I just needed someone to go to the dance with me..."

"Do you have to be with someone to do certain things?" she asked him. "Don't you think that just makes you weak and uninitiated?"

"When I was little," he said, "I..."

"You're not very old now." She looked at him, "Tell me, is her feeling right or wrong? Did I steal her boyfriend or didn't I?"

A snatched it.

B didn't grab it.

C I am neither her boyfriend nor your boyfriend, your assumption does not exist.

The author has something to say:

I thought about it for a while, and Blaise Zabini might be the only one between the two of us. Zabini has a rather lonely personality and has no friends. He even goes to the prom alone, so I feel that his interpersonal relationship is quite simple.Characters that are too complex I feel tired and easy to ooc.

And in fact, the relationship between Zabini and Draco is relatively equal. After all, both children from rich families look good, and they are not Draco's followers like Braque and Goyle.

If the characters in the book are not full enough, I will use my brain to make up for them.

Of course, he has a beautiful mother who has been married seven times, which is also the key to my choice. It is said that the son follows his mother, and Zabini's beautiful mother should not be too ugly.

I am an author who looks at his face, so my own articles are nothing more than that. If I can’t choose someone else’s good-looking author to write, I will really feel hurt.