HP+ first love is no small matter

He was silent and did not speak, neither agreed nor refused.

She took two steps closer to him.

"I'll be very good..."

"I'll act like a cat," she approached him, trying to rest her head on his shoulder, "don't leave me alone, okay?" He reached out and hugged her, and she hugged him tightly, "I Really scared..."

She hugged him tightly, "Don't leave me here alone," she held his hand, "Don't treat me like this, don't ignore me..."

"I'll be really good," she looked at him. "I'll be very good. I'll do whatever you want me to do, okay?"

He remained silent.

"Draco," she said terrified, "Draco, don't ignore me..."

She bit her lip, "I sleep with you like a cat, really..."

It's not a question of what a cat looks like or what a person looks like.

But she cried so pitifully and cutely, tugging at his sleeve, and staring at him with big teary eyes.He couldn't say no to it.

He looked at her, probably because his eyes loosened a little, the girl in his arms became smaller again, and finally a white cat tightly grabbed his sweater and was hugged by him on his chest.

He hugged her, and after a while, he struggled for a long time, and finally whispered, "You must at least go back to your dormitory first, tell them that you are back, and wait for them to fall asleep before coming over, otherwise they will I was so nervous that I told the professor to look for you everywhere."

"Well," she changed back again and laughed, "Then I'll find you later."

She lay in his arms, raised her head, and clutched his robe with her fingers, "You promised me."

She talks like a little girl, she was a little girl, 14, innocent, little girl.

But now she looks younger, just a few years old.

"I promise you." He smiled, "I'll wait for you."

He went back to the dorm, where Blaise was fast asleep.Just asked him, "Draco?"

"It's me," he replied, "you go to sleep."

He went to the bathroom in the dark to wash up.

After more than an hour, he got out of bed tentatively, walked to the door of the boys' dormitory, and stood in the shadows waiting for her. For some reason, he didn't feel happy at all, but felt a strange peace.

He waited for her for about ten minutes, she came in from the door and saw him, "Draco!" She threw herself into his arms, "Are you waiting for me?"

"I'm afraid you'll wake Blaise up then," he hugged her, still feeling empty in his heart, "let's go," he said, "it's late, you should go to bed."

She hugged his arm, snuggled up to him, followed him carefully into the room, and lay side by side on the bed together.

"Draco." She called him softly.

"what happened?"

"It hurts, you're pressing on my hair."

"Sorry," he whispered, "the bed is a bit small."

"Hold me to sleep and let me listen to your heartbeat, okay?"

He wanted to put his arms around her, but she suddenly turned into a cat.

He lay down again, and she squeezed into his arms, and he stroked her head, "Go to sleep, we don't have the first class tomorrow morning, we can sleep longer."

She adjusted her position in his arms, "chin, help me touch my chin and ears, okay?"

He agreed.

He woke up very early in the morning, and the bed curtain has been lowered since last night, and now the inside cannot see the outside, and the outside cannot see the inside.

Under the quilt, he heard the sound of Blaise washing and going out, and the other party didn't say anything about his behavior of sleeping in.

He watched her curl up and sleep in his arms, her fur was clean and fluffy, rising and falling with his breath.

He felt calm and hopeless.

She finally woke up.

Looking at him with blinking blue and green eyes, she suddenly became a little girl again.

She buried her head in his chest, "After I went back last night..."

"They apologized to me."

She had just woken up so both her limbs and her voice were soft.

"Yeah." He agreed softly.

"They said you went to talk to them."

"They shouldn't have done that to you," Draco said. "I said no one would do that to you as long as I was around."

"You're fine," she hugged him, "thank you."

"Do you want to sleep a little longer?" He asked her, and she rubbed her head in his arms, "I can't sleep anymore," but then looked at him again, "Kiss me."

"What's the matter?" He thought he could calm down all the time, but she looked at him with such eyes and said such a sentence was a bit unacceptable, and his face blushed involuntarily.

"Like this," she got up and kissed him on the forehead, "give me a good-morning kiss."

He has been in relationship with her since that day.

It's not right to say that the relationship goes back, because the relationship between the two of them is even better than before.

She's starting to cling to him.

Sit next to him at mealtimes, ask him to bring her food, and say to him, "You get me some roast beef."

She always smiled happily after he gave it to her, "Thank you."

When I have nothing to do, I will wait for him in his room, and wait for him while reading a book.

She sat watching while he practiced Quidditch and never even forgot to bring him chocolate.When he got off the broom in the cold, she was always the first to pour him the hot chocolate from the jug.

Even after receiving Slughorn's invitation to the Slug Club, he immediately asked him if he wanted to go together, and went with him.

"I think she's interested in you." Nott winked. "I think you've almost got her."

"Don't say that," he frowned. "If you talk nonsense again, I will beat you."

"Then what do you want me to say?" Nott didn't care, "You said in front of all of us that you liked her. Before, some people said that she was born by your father outside, but no one said now. That's it."

Knott said, "She seems to like you too..."

Like it, like it, really like it.

She likes him very much now.

But this liking is wrong!

which girl...

There would be no sense of shyness at all, asking a boy to sleep with her on his chest just to listen to his heartbeat?

Which girl would ask a boy for a good morning kiss?

which girl...

No, he knows.

She is that kind of girl.

Only she didn't think of him as a boy, she didn't think of him as the boy he wanted to be.

All her actions, she wants him to hug her, ask him to kiss her, and ask him to stay with her.

None of it was for him.

Just like the phrase, "I'll sleep with you tonight, okay?"

It wasn't what he said it would be.

He went to see Regulus, who was sitting on the bed, looking at him with pity, "You still follow her after all."

"Yes," Draco whispered, "I don't want her to cry."

"There is always someone between her and you who wants to cry. It would be good if you let her cry this time..."

"Why are you willing to let her cry?" Draco wanted to know, "Why are you willing to let her cry?"

"When I think that she might cry for me for the rest of my life, I feel..." Regulus paused for a while, "I'm willing to let her cry for me for a few days, but I'm not willing to let her cry for me for the rest of my life."

"She always wants to cry for you, but I can't bear her to cry at all."

"I hated you very much," Regulus said, "but now, Draco, don't worry, I'll just give her to you."

However, at a Halloween dinner a few days later, it all came to fruition.

On the way, she quietly stood up from her seat and exited the cafeteria. He originally thought she was just going to the bathroom, but after two or three 10 minutes passed, she still did not come back.

He was a little anxious, and scanned the entire hall. Under his gaze, Pan Xi and the others fell silent.

They are all here, but she is not.

He didn't say a word, just stood up from his seat, trying to find out where she was.

He didn't know where she was, so he waved his magic wand in the air and called out a small paper crane—this is what she taught him last time, using magic to condense the names on the paper crane's wings, Then the paper crane can find the owner of the name.

He followed the paper crane, but saw her after walking for a few minutes.

At that time, she was being pressed against the wall by Harry Potter and kissed.

etc.

A walks away as if nothing happened.

B calls her name.

C beat Harry Potter.

D walks away, but with more movement.

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Voting was so embarrassing, one-on-one, I decided to go my preferred route.