HP+ first love is no small matter

Lucius knocked on the door of his son's room and turned the handle after getting permission.

"Draco," Lucius pushed open the door of his room, "Draco?"

Draco was reading at the desk when he heard his voice and turned to look at him.

"Aren't you going out?" He looked at his son and walked over at the same time, "I thought you would go out today."

He moved closer to his son and put his hand on Draco's shoulder.

"Don't you want to go out?" He looked into his son's eyes, "Or do you have other business?"

"It's not every day I need to go out," Draco said, before laughing. "Sometimes I want to stay home for a while."

Lucius watched him, and suddenly laughed too. "That's awful, isn't it?"

Draco suddenly smiled sweetly.

Lucius reached out to touch his, no, her hair.

"What did he do?" Lucius asked her in a low voice.

She laughed out loud, "You found out." She stretched out her arms to wrap him around him, "How did you recognize it?"

"Draco's a boy," he said softly but couldn't hide his smile. "Boys don't act coquettishly like girls. They feel embarrassed."

"Why do you think I'm a spoiled child? Regulus never said that. He thinks everything I do is normal." She still didn't understand, but her head turned further and further.

Draco had never tilted his head like that, but her mother used to do it a lot when she was a few years old.

When I was a few years old, when I was very young.Also loves when he's leaning against his lap and reading a book.

"Your brother loves you very much... No, of the two of you, he was the one who looked like a grown-up since childhood, didn't he?" He whispered, and hugged her tentatively, but didn't move, he said, " You see, boys don't usually want to hug because they weigh a lot more than you."

When had he not picked Draco up?

Can not remember.

But when Draco reached a certain age, he suddenly didn't want to hug his parents anymore.

"He was willing to hug me when he was a child," she said, "but now it's easier for him to hug me, but he doesn't want to continue hugging me."

"Of course," the child in his arms fell short in an instant. She must have disliked the little girl with blond hair after taking only a sip of the bad drink, and he hugged her up as soon as he exerted all his strength. Turning around, she laughed, and he continued, "You are not children anymore, you shouldn't be so close."

"Then why are you hugging me?" She asked him back, but before he could answer, she continued, "If I were your daughter, would you love me?"

"You're not my daughter, I love you too," he put her down with a smile, "Okay, you're a big girl now, I shouldn't play with you like this."

"Hug me again," she whispered, "I've only been hugged by my brother like this. You know, I only have a brother and no father."

He felt sore, picked her up again, and placed her on Draco's bed. She was wearing Draco's clothes, and the sleeves and trousers were too long, making her look even more like a naughty child in adult clothes. He asked her, "Where did he go? Why did you pretend to be him here?"

"I don't know," she took his hand and forced him to sit on the bed, and put her arms around him, "I wish you were my dad."

He hugged her long blonde hair with her head in his arms, "Okay, okay," he couldn't help smiling, "I love you even if I'm not your father."

"Really?" She looked over with her cat-like eyes, and he was so soft-hearted, "Yeah."

She happily put her arms around his neck again.

"Are you okay?" Lucius looked at her with concern, "You have been locked up for three days, are you uncomfortable?"

"No, he wanted to lock me up in the room at first, and finally allowed me to run around the house. I know what he wants me to do, but I don't want to go. I don't want to admit my mistake, I was right." She said , Jumping onto Draco's bed and hugging his pillow, "He's angry because he's angry, but I think as long as I don't act so that he loses face, he'll turn a blind eye."

"Yes." He smiled, and stretched out a hand to fiddle with her hair. "Are you hungry? You don't seem to have eaten much these days. The house elves say you hardly eat."

"I have to make him feel like I'm suffering," she said. "No one can eat properly in lockdown unless he doesn't take it seriously."

You're talking about your mother, who doesn't eat anything when she's sick.Lucius thought, but still said, "You have to eat well."

"I'm really not hungry." She lay on his lap and hugged Draco's pillow and looked up at him, with her hands folded under her cheeks, like a cat with its belly open waiting to be scratched, he endured She couldn't help reaching out to touch her cheek, and she looked at him obediently, rubbing the back of his hand with her chin.

She has his master's name in a circle around her wrist.

He held that wrist and asked her in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

She shook her head, "Does he know that I haven't eaten well?"

"He knows," he said, "that he's not happy."

"I don't care," she got up, "he wanted to put me in confinement, and I still have to say it myself. If he's not happy, let him go."

"But you didn't stay in the room obediently," he said softly, "be careful, he will be even angrier if he finds out."

"No," she said firmly, and then said to him, "Can you rub my back for me?"

He came back to his senses as if he had been burned, "Vera," he called her in a low voice, "you are a girl."

"So?" She looked at him, "Can't you?"

"No," he smiled wryly, "Do you usually ask your brother to rub your back for you?"

"He's not willing now," she pouted, "he promised me everything before."

"You're a girl," he said, "you're not like a boy, and you shouldn't let someone of your gender touch you."

"He said the same thing, but why?" She looked at him, "Not even you? I like you very much, and you like me very much. Isn't that all right?"

"No." He whispered but firmly, "That's not good."

"Okay." She turned over and got up, wrapping her arms around him, "but I really like you."

"I like you too," he smiled and put his arms around her, stroking her hair to show her cheeks, kissed her, and said, "I love you like Draco."

"Then I love him as much as Regulus," she said softly.

He stroked her hair without saying a word, "I'm worried about you." He said softly, "You know he's not like a normal father..."

"He is not my father, just as true as my mother is not your sister," she squinted her eyes, "Don't worry, I know." She tilted her head, "Mom has black hair, but your father and her Mommy is blonde, that's impossible, they can't have a baby like her."

Yeah?Impossible?He continued to stroke her silky blonde hair.

"It's a good thing he didn't brain-hack me again, he didn't want to torture me for some reason," she said, "but I did something wrong," she squeezed his hand, "I You shouldn't flatter him like that." She shrank back into his arms, "There's something wrong with his eyes."

He stopped talking.

"He... sees me as someone else, he sees me as his own." She curled up like a real cat, "The way he looks at me disgusts me, I don't like it Being treated like someone else doesn’t like being treated like an object.”

"You have to be good," he said softly, "but not too obedient to him..."

Something was wrong with him, and they all saw it.

She said softly, "I wish you were my dad."

But then he couldn't protect her even more.

"Kiss me," she begged him.

He lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead, "You will be fine."

"Even if I might die, I will protect you. I will protect you with my life."

He looked into her sparkling green eyes and whispered, "He won't hurt you because I'm here."

The girl put her arms around his shoulders and kissed his chin, which was clean-shaven without any stubble.

He froze, unable to react for a moment.

His skin was fair and smelled like aftershave—the first time in her life that she had seen such a smell up close was from him.

She didn't hate it, she was just curious, she sniffed, and gently stroked his skin with her fingertips.

She whispered, "Do you love me?"

Her voice was like drops of water on a diamond crown.

His heart beat violently, and he pushed her out of his arms and pressed her onto the bed. He stood beside the bed, "I think I should go."

The girl was lying on her side on the bed, with blond hair hanging down her back, red lips and white skin, and silver stars shining in her pair of blue eyes that were enough to drown.

She held out her hand to him - as her mother always did.

Lily-like fingers, slender but well-proportioned forearm.

She is as beautiful as evil.