HP+ first love is no small matter

She knocked on the door, opened it and went in after getting permission. Draco sat on his bed and waited for her. There were several small bottles lined up in front of him. She sat in front of him naturally and asked him, "Part What is it?"

"Mead, Flame Whiskey, Brandy, Gin..." He pointed to her one by one, she unscrewed the cap, took a sip of Flame Whiskey, and said after swallowing, "I feel like something is burning in my throat .”

"Drink some water," he said. "Usually I recommend that you drink it in a glass and fill it with ice first."

Flame whiskey with ice, the two contradictory feelings of cold and hot are the flavors that he has been fascinated for a long time.

She followed his advice, and this time she drank half a glass in one go and said, "It's not very good."

He was a little worried, and grabbed the cup in her hand, "You better not drink this, it's too strong."

Then she drank a little of each, and finally said, "Mead seems to be the best."

After all, she still likes to drink sweet things.

Mead is the mildest wine here, he thought, and she can drink it if she wants.

"Don't drink too much," he said, "you know you can't drink."

"They say it's good to be drunk," she said. "What do you think?"

"You're only 14," he said, "you better not get drunk."

"Well," she agreed, but still held up the small bottle of mead, "will you drink with me?"

He touched her with the gin and she took a swig and asked him, "What was your saddest moment?"

Don't eat, drink, sleep, or even cry.

He took a sip of his wine and said, "I feel like I'm dead, but I don't know why I can still move."

"Because of what?" she asked him.

"Because you died," he said.

She stopped talking, just took a few more sips and asked him, "What about the back?"

"Back?" He didn't understand.

"How old were you when I died?" she asked him.

"I'm only a few days away from turning 16."

"In your future," she asked him, "how old are you at the end of your memory?"

"20 is old."

"So what did you do between the ages of 16 and 20?" she asked him. "You should get better, shouldn't you?"

"Yes," he said, taking a drink, "but I don't quite remember."

People always want to forget their sad memories. He has almost forgotten all the memories of the two years between the age of 16 and him. He only remembers that he was always crying.

"But you got better, didn't you?" she said, "It was sad at first that I died, but then, it got better anyway, didn't it?"

"Yes." He said, "Time will heal the pain sometimes, but the reason why I am better now," he looked at her, "is because I am here now, and because you are here now."

"Why do you like me?" She looked at him, "You know the future, you know I'm not a good person, you know I don't like you."

"I don't know why I like you," he said, "I liked you the first time I saw you, and I don't know why."

He said softly, "I like you, and I can't change it since then."

She was not satisfied with this answer, she just leaned on his pillow and sipped the bottle of mead.

"Don't drink so fast." He persuaded her, but she didn't talk much anymore and just hummed.

"Vera?" he called to her. "Are you all right?"

She still hummed like that.

He took the bottle from her, "I don't think you can drink it..."

The bottle is almost empty...she drank so fast...

She let him take the bottle obediently, with little effort.

She leaned there just looking at him.The green eyes are shining, but looking at him seems to have no.

He couldn't help but move closer to her, and she suddenly laughed and called him, "Draco."

She must be drunk.

He said, "Are you alright? Are you dizzy? Are you thirsty? Do you want to go back?" He asked a bunch of questions. Did she walk back to the girls' dormitory like this when she was drunk in the boys' dormitory in broad daylight?

"I'm a little dizzy," she said.

He helped her to let her lean on his bed, "You drink too fast," he said, "and drink too much, you get drunk easily."

"I think I'll have to sleep with you for a while," she said, "I just don't have the strength to deal with them..."

"You drink too fast," he said, "I'll get you some water."

But when she finished speaking, she turned into a white cat and lay down beside his pillow.

He rubbed her head with his hand and was slapped away by her. He couldn't help smiling, and then sat beside her and began to read.

She was very quiet when she slept, and she didn't snore like Miss Disgusting.

But cat purr is actually very interesting, he likes to sleep with the annoying lady.

Soft, small and warm, it sleeps in your arms like a purring cat purring, like a kettle that is always boiling, bringing you an endless sense of security and warmth.

But now he doesn't dare to touch her, she has a much worse temper than the annoying lady.

When Blaise came back, he saw him reading a book and didn't say anything, but after seeing her, he asked interestingly, "Do you have a cat?"

"I don't know where it came from," he said casually, "Are you going to do your homework?"

"Well, it's so beautiful..." Before he had time to dissuade him, Blaise bent down and touched her head with his hand, and then she slapped her hand in a rage.

Blaise couldn't help laughing, "This cat is beautiful, but it's so fierce."

"Well," he said, "it's terrifyingly fierce."

"I think you just bought catnip," Blaise said. "You coaxed him with catnip?"

"No," he said, "she came here and jumped on my bed herself."

"Then do you want to give her some, saying that this is a little girl?"

"I don't know, I guess." She didn't seem very awake yet, with sleepy eyes, and she was sitting there flicking her tail a little confused and irritable.

He pretended not to see, "On the cabinet."

Blaise came over with catnip, and she still wasn't fully awake, so Blaise handed her the whole can of catnip.

Then she subconsciously slapped the can of catnip over.

Then she burrowed into Draco's blanket.

"Strange," Blaise said, "it's rare for a cat not to like catnip," he said, magically collecting all the catnip that had been scattered on Draco's bed into the jar.

"Aren't you going out to write a thesis on astrology?" Although Draco was a little disappointed, he still wanted to send Blaise off, "I remember it's about time."

He remembered that everyone usually made up stories together outside at this time, why?Because you can't have several people in the same class suffer the same fate.

"Well," Blaise said, "I'll go now," but still reluctantly wanted to touch her again through the quilt, "Whose cat is she?"

"I don't know," Draco continued, "You like her?"

"It's beautiful," Blaise said, going to get his book. "It would be nice if he had a better temper."

If Blaise's good temper means belly rubbing...

She will never be in a good temper.

Blaise opened the door and went out, but when he was about to put the lid on the jar, she suddenly couldn't help but rolled several times in his quilt, he was a little confused, thought she was angry, so he lifted the quilt and said, "You know Yes, he thought you were a cat..."

However, he found that she was grunting, rolling around in the quilt, rubbing her face against his quilt.

He was a little confused, and wanted to hug her out of the quilt, but she rarely acted coquettishly like a cute and clingy cat - rubbing her cheek against his hand.

catnip...

Really useful? !

After rubbing it a few times, she couldn't help running to the box of catnip, buried her face in it before he recovered, and leaned back on his bed staggeringly .

She looked happier, purring and showing her belly, which she would not touch so easily.

He straightened her head, and while stroking her neck and back with a sneaky smile, he picked up a bit of catnip with his fingertips and handed it over, "Do you want some?"

The annoying lady has no power to resist this. Although she will pretend that nothing happened after the effect passes, she will never refuse as long as the catnip is handed to her.

She almost licked it...

However, she pushed him away with her paws, and suddenly changed back into a human form and leaned on his bed, her face was flushed, and she was sweating a little. Panting, she pushed him with her hand, "Put it away!"

A is obedient and puts it away.

B teases her.

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