HP+ first love is no small matter

Potter started chasing her.

At first, he just looked at her very reservedly, refusing to take his eyes off her.

Even in the cafeteria, he often had to watch her through the crowd and the long table.

She began to keep a little distance from Draco, because Potter's expression was obviously changing with the distance between the two of them.

But the way she got along with Draco was clearly dissatisfied with the other party, who obviously had other emotions during the Quidditch match.Then she was seen at Hogsmeade with Harry for the weekend.

Then, his attitude towards her had become horny. At night, he and her leaned together in the corridor to talk, followed by small kisses.

There was no deep kiss, and she didn't take the initiative, but he finally kissed her, and she gave in.

She smiled in his arms, and he lowered his face, sucking her red lips irresistibly.

He started taking her to dueling clubs, and even Dumbledore's Army, and at first everyone was surprised that she was a Slytherin student, but Harry Potter insisted.

Everyone knew that she was beautiful, loved by teachers, and spoiled by her family.

But she was a child of a family of Death Eaters.No one can change this no matter what.

Not even the Savior himself fell into a fiery infatuation with her.

Yes, he has a crush on her.

Blaise always looked at Draco hesitantly, and Harry Potter's relationship with her was a bit too straightforward, and it was no longer a secret.

What is this?Draco thought, I even saw him kiss her.

But so what?Those kisses meant nothing else, at least not to her.

You hear it all the time at Hogwarts.

"Last night I saw..."

"at the corridor……"

"I saw it in Hogsmeade a few days ago..."

"How did he have such good luck?"

"He's always lucky, isn't he? It's just Draco..."

Her time with Draco gradually drifted apart, and more and more of it overlapped with Harry Potter.

She became Harry Potter's girlfriend.

At least it seems so.

They've never made their relationship public, but with Harry Potter's increasingly undisguised eyes, the two of them entangled in the dim light, and the little gossip of the girls, you can always sense their relationship Entered a better state than before.

It's like having a blunt knife cutting through your flesh.

Such days lasted for nearly two months.

Christmas is here.

Time to go home.

Draco didn't know whether he was lucky or miserable. He had Harry Potter as the savior at school and Tom Riddle as the Dark Lord at home.

He shouldn't be near her anywhere.

But this time, she stayed with him safe and sound until this time, and could go home with him.Instead of fleeing back with a group of Death Eaters early.

She was sitting in a carriage with him on the way back, and she looked out the window and asked him, "What kind of magic is it that makes the carriages move like this? I think they have a mind of their own."

"No," he said, "it's not magic."

"what is that?"

"A winged horse, a thestral," he said, "only visible to those who have seen death directly."

"Can you see it?" She turned her head to look at him, but suddenly said, "Yes, you can see it."

"Yes." He said softly.

You died before me.

She sat down and put her arms around him, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," he shook his head and put his arms around her, "at least you are here now."

The two of them cuddled together very closely, the curtain was drawn down, no one could see them, and they couldn't see anyone else. There were only the two of them in this carriage.

It's like a small world, just you and me.

It was raining patter outside, he subconsciously hugged her even tighter, this was his last chance - he could never do this at home.

"Vera..." He suddenly called her name softly, she raised her emerald eyes to look at him, and he suddenly didn't know what to say next.

He just wanted to make sure she was here.

"Let's take a car later," she said, "I'll sleep for a while, I was thinking about something last night."

He gently combed her hair with his fingers, "Yeah."

On the Hogwart Express, she only greeted Harry Potter and followed Draco into the carriage.

She let her hair go and fell asleep on his lap almost as soon as she touched it.

Goyle and Crabbe stared at them with their mouths open as if their brains had been eaten by zombies, and he glared at them impatiently before looking down at her.

She couldn't sleep well, and her eyes were blackened. She still didn't use powder as usual, but just dabbed on a little lip gloss to cover up her pale lips.

He stared at her sleeping face, after a while he called his robe and put it on her.

Then he leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes, and the sleepy god tapped her forehead and then tapped his.

He slept intermittently for a while, and when she woke up a few times, she was also in the gap between being awake and drowsy. The last time he held her hand on her own cheek, and she let him hold it for a while. Then he pulled out his hand again.

This time he was completely awake, looked out the window, and then looked at his watch. It was already two or three o'clock in the afternoon. Crabbe and Goyle were so well-behaved this time, they even ate like two hamsters. He chewed carefully and did not dare to make a sound.

He picked up a sandwich and took a bite, put it back when he thought it was not tasty, and started to read the book in his schoolbag, <The Source of Life>.

Esoteric, complex, and written in the Old Magic Tongue.

He read it while looking up the dictionary for translation. He still remembered that the passage she read together with him was the ancient magic language, but he didn't learn it firmly, and only vaguely heard a few words.I don't remember anything else.

Goyle and Crabbe had never seen him love learning as much as recently. The two exchanged eyes in horror, and finally sat obediently where they were.

Blaise should have sat in the same car with them, but he really didn't want to stay with the two of them recently, and this time he should be sitting with Pan Xi and his group of girls.

He felt her move on his lap, looked down and found that she had risen, "Have you slept enough?" he asked her.

"Hmm." Her voice was soft.

"Get up and pack up, we're almost there."

I slept for a long time.

After waking up, she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and comb her hair. When she came back, she sat next to him. The two of them were still snuggled together in the eyes of Goyle and Crabbe, each looking at the book in their hands.

After arriving at the station, he wanted to help her carry the suitcase, but she shook her head and carried it herself, then put her free hand on his arm, and the two left the station together arm in arm.

She wanted to hold him.

He thought, and couldn't help standing a little closer to her.

Dad came to pick them up and stood on the platform.

Lucius had a pale face but still maintained his usual decency, his blond hair was meticulous, and his attire was also very appropriate.

He watched the two children walking towards him, and was lost for a moment.

More and more like it.

Draco said, "Dad."

And Vera called him, "Uncle."

Dad's face looked even grayer.But Dad said, "You're back."

Draco looked at his father and called again tentatively, "Dad?"

Lucius forced a smile and opened his arms, "Let me hug you."

He hugged the two children, "How's Hogsworth?" He asked in a low voice, "Vera, do you think Hogsworth is fun?"

"Not bad," she said, "Draco took good care of me."

"Of course," said Lucius. "Think of him as a brother, Vera, and that's what he wants."

Vera stood on tiptoe and kissed Lucius on the face, "I will, uncle."

The kiss was light and hot, so hot that Lucius couldn't help shivering.

Draco didn't understand why his father said that, but he didn't want to refute his father at this time.

Although he knew better than anyone else that he was not her brother, nor did he want to be her brother.

Lucius stood between the two of them, with his son on his left arm and the girl on his right.

The girl walked for a while, then suddenly rested her head on Lucius' arm.

Lucius could not help turning his head to look at her after feeling her probing movements like a kitten, curling the corners of his mouth to smile, but then realized that his son was staring at her blindly, not for a moment. Ken is distracted.

Suddenly, he fell into a daze again. He looked at the child in pain, feeling as if his heart was bleeding.

After all, he went home.