HP+ first love is no small matter

He wanted to punch Harry Potter, and he strode forward, however.

She saw him.

She put her hand on Harry Potter's shoulder, and she didn't let Potter continue to kiss her.

That made Potter turn his head too, and Potter saw him too.

She mouthed, "No."

This made him stumble back a few steps.

He felt that there was something blocked in his chest, something was there, he couldn't stand still, and staggered back a few steps.

He felt a headache, and he couldn't help punching the wall. How can a human fist compare to a stone? The stone wall of Hogwarts scratched the back of his hand, causing him to bleed out blood.

He finally left without saying anything.

Angry?

why?

She doesn't even like Scarhead.

What do you do when you are angry with a scarred head?

It's actually a good thing that she likes Scarhead.

Because then at least one person would have defeated Regulus.

Regulus, Regulus, that is an opponent that no one can beat.

He just felt very desperate, and as he stumbled as he walked, he suddenly remembered that she always had to go to the lake when she had nothing to do.

Why do you like the lake so much?

He didn't understand, but now he also wanted to sit by the lake for a while.

When he finally reached the lake, he felt nothing but despair.

Seeing him walking away, the girl gently pushed Harry Potter away, "I think I have to go and see him..."

Harry reluctantly let go of his hand, "Sooner or later he will know."

"He can't take it," she whispered. "He's like my brother."

Wrong, Harry thought, Draco never thought of himself as your brother.

But he still asked, "Shall I go with you?"

"No," she smiled, "we've been out for long enough, you go back first, don't let others find out."

"Are we going to stay like this forever?" Harry asked her. "No one can tell?"

"You know you can't," she said softly, "I don't even know who my father is."

"Your father is Sirius," said Harry, "and your brother's last name is Black..."

"Who knows," she smiled. "My mother never told him. Now, Harry, you go back. I'll go see him."

Harry took out the Marauder's Map from his pocket, "I think he's walking towards the lake..."

"See you later." She said, and he held her back, "Do you have to go?"

"What do you want me to do?" She looked at her with green eyes. "You want me to just leave him alone? By the lake?"

He withdrew his hand, "I'm sorry," he looked at her, "but I think you know he likes you, in this case..."

She laughed, "But I don't like him."

She smiled and repeated, "You know I don't like him."

She was gone, and Harry stood where he was, unable to help thinking how happy Sirius would be if he saw...

himself and his daughter...

No, he knew, not just because she was Sirius' daughter.

Her lips were soft and full, with a fruity aroma.

The aroma lured him.

Draco was still looking at the lake while she followed the paper crane.

He knew she was coming, but he didn't look back and didn't speak.

"Draco." She came, and she stood behind him and looked at him.

He doesn't speak.

"I was wondering if I should ask you if you're okay," the girl said, "although I don't think it makes sense. But, Draco," she said softly, "I don't know What should I say?"

"I'm very bad," he said. "Vera, I'm very bad."

"You don't like me kissing him, do you?" She was standing almost behind him.

"Because I like you." He just looked at the lake, "I like you so I don't want him to touch you."

"Just like I like Regulus so I don't want other girls touching him, you don't like being touched me either, do you?"

He felt extremely uncomfortable, "Yeah."

"It's not like you will be rewarded, Draco." She lifted her robe, supported his shoulders, and sat carefully beside him, hanging her legs on the water like him, "Draco Co, liking people is a delicate thing, you have to find the right one, and obviously I'm not the one for you."

"Nor is he. We both know you don't like Scarhead."

"But he's useful to me," she said, "Draco, haven't you found out who I am yet? I never avoid you because I think you're different from them, and I think you can understand that." One point. You know I'm always unscrupulous about what I want, I let Harry Potter kiss me just because I needed him, and if a kiss can make him mine, then why not?"

She took his hand, "Draco, I think you should understand why I never avoid you."

Her green eyes stared at him.

Yes, she never avoided him, and he asked for it all.

"I don't like you," she said softly, "Draco, you've seen the future and you know I don't like you."

"Not at all?" he was about to cry. "Never?"

He thought at least a little this time.

"What do you want me to say? I like you, but not that kind of liking, another kind of liking. On a different level," she looked at him with a smile, "I like you very much. You are more beautiful than others." The boys are stronger, you are more important than Harry Potter, but no one is like Regulus."

He felt like he was dying of pain in his chest, "But Vera," he actually cried, "he doesn't love you..."

"He loves me." The girl rested her head on his shoulder, "Draco, he loves me as much as I love him."

"Perhaps," Draco said, "but he won't say, not at all."

"That's why I lose my temper," she said. "I'm angry that he loves me and won't tell."

"So why do you still like him?"

"Because he likes me," she said, "everyone loses their temper for a reason, and you're mad at me because you don't want me to kiss Harry Potter, Draco, you know why you can tell me you Not happy?"

He didn't speak, and she took his hand, "It's like I could lose my temper with Regulus, knowing that if he wasn't mine, it wouldn't be someone else's, because I know he is mine after all. I know he can't live without me, just like you know I can't live without you. In a way, you're just as safe as I am."

"Can't you live without me?" he asked her. "Am I important to you?"

"A little more than Harry Potter," she said, "a little more than any other boy."

"But not as good as Regulus."

"Yes," she laughed softly, "you see, you know me, you know who I like, but Harry Potter is not like that, he thinks I really like him."

She moved the chafed back of his hand to her lips.

"It will hurt a little. But I think it's better than a spell."

Her lips pressed up, and the tip of her tongue grazed his wound, taking away his dried blood, licking away the dust that might exist outside the wound and in the wound, she even sucked him a few times.

It does hurt a little.

But when she held his hand, it was as if he was the existence she desired most in the world, as if she desired him more than anyone else.

He let her go.

She spat out the bloody saliva from her mouth and licked his wound again. After two or three repetitions, she put his injured hand on her knee and cast him a healing spell.

Then he called out a cup and rinsed his mouth.

She is a clean freak.

he thought.

So, "Why kiss him?" He didn't understand.

"A lot of people think I'm the Dark Lord's daughter, and he kind of thinks that, but at the same time he wants me, which makes him the one who believes my daddy is Sirius the most, and the one who wants that the most. His hope It will blind him and make him ignore other things that are not right."

"Your dad is really Sirius," he said, "you don't need..."

"Really? Sirius? That's fine." She whispered, "Harry Potter wants me, but I also need him, and he wants my kiss, so I'll give it to him, because he All it takes is a kiss, and I want him. I want him to be mine."

"What do you want Harry Potter to do?" He was almost desperate, "What use is he to you?"

"It will work," she refused to say, "and Regulus..." she bit her lip, "he's getting worse, isn't he?"

"You can die for him, yes, so kissing Harry Potter for him is nothing, is it?" He was very sad, "You died for him last time..."

"Remember what you said to me before?" She asked him back, "You asked me if one day you and Regulus went two ways..."

"You stand by his side."

"Well. You know I'm the one who would never betray him. The whole world would be his enemy, and I'll never be," she said, "but if that person were replaced by anyone but Regulus man," she said, "then I'm yours."

"I can't live without you, Draco," she said softly, "sometimes I think you are my brother, I need a brother like you more than a brother like Regulus, you won't leave me, and you Won't die, you like to take care of me. You see, how suitable you are as an older brother."

She whispered, "Wouldn't it be nice to be my brother? You're a Malfoy, and I'm a Malfoy, and a lot of people have said we look like little brother and little sister."

"A brother can't kiss his sister," he said softly, "he can only watch others kiss you."

And I don't want to do that.

She said, "Do you want to kiss me?"

She looked at him. "If that pleases you..."

"No," he put his arms around her, "you don't need to please me."

She didn't speak, just held his wrist.

He reached out and gently wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

"You like him," he said softly, "but I like you."

I like you every time, from beginning to end, whether you lie to me or be honest with me, whether you treat me like nothing or as a teammate.

"It's really unlucky to like someone, isn't it?" She said softly, "Look, scissors lose when they meet hammer, and when hammer meets paper, they also lose. Now I'm afraid that paper will lose to scissors."

"Yes," he couldn't help laughing, "but let me tell you, if one day Regulus confesses to me, I will definitely refuse, because I like you."

She stood next to him like this, and suddenly said to him, "Your father loves your mother very much."

"Why do you say that?" He didn't understand why the topic went so far.

She pointed to the sky, "Look, that's Regulus."

He really hates Regulus.

But at this moment, he knew that she was talking about the stars, and she was pointing at Leo. He didn't learn astrology very well, but he had learned it more or less, and he couldn't remember the position of the basic constellations wrongly.

She said, "Reculus is a star in Leo, Sirius is a star in Canis Major, Orion, Arcturus, they are all stars."

"I am also a star," he said softly, "Dragon star."

"But your father is not a star," she said, "Lucius, Abracsas, none of your men are stars. The Black men are stars, but the Malfoy men are not stars. Your grandfather's name is A monster with a bad temper, your father's name is Arrogant or a variant of Lucifer, and you are the spokesmen for the devil," she chuckled, then whispered, "Except you, Draco, except you."

"Your mother has no brothers, but you are a star." She hugged him, "Your father loves your mother."

"It's rare in a pure-blood family," he admitted. "My mom and dad were a great couple."

"I really like your dad," she whispered, "and I like your mom."

"It's too bad," he said, "you were not born to my father and my mother. I can't be your brother. Would you consider marrying me? Then you can call them mom and dad in the future."

She smiled and pinched him, then put her face back on his arm, "If you have a child in the future, what do you want to call it?"

A Scorpius.

B I will not have children.

C What name do you like?

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