HP+ first love is no small matter

Draco woke up early.She fell asleep next to him, and he couldn't help but wake up earlier.

When he first got up, he almost thought she was gone.

In the end, she found that she was different from the position he could touch as soon as he stretched out his hand last night, but slept far away from him.

Because of the cold, she curled up with her back to him, and she was so small.He stared at her for a long moment before he could be sure she was here and not gone.

"Miss." He remembered the Dark Lord's favorite way of addressing her.

Miss.

Lady.

MyLady.

My fair Lady.

will you be mineMiss?

He watched her until her shoulders moved and she woke up.

She was also dazed for a while after waking up, and finally turned around.

"Are you awake?" She laughed, her voice was soft and sweet, as if she was not fully awake yet.

"Yeah." He smiled, but he couldn't prevent her from crawling into his arms from a corner suddenly.

He hugged her unexpectedly, feeling closer than last night - the whole of her was leaning against his arms.

"How did you sleep there?" He asked in a low voice, "Can't you sleep with me?"

She felt lukewarm, and he couldn't help it, "Aren't you cold?"

"A little bit," she said, "but I don't like being next to people when I'm asleep."

And the same with Regulus?He wanted to ask, but in the end he didn't ask.

She leaned back for a while, then suddenly called him, "Draco."

"Ok?"

"Aren't you going to give me a good morning kiss?"

He paused for a moment, then he moved and kissed her forehead, "Good morning."

"Good morning." She kissed him back.

"I'm leaving," she said, getting up from his bed, "I have to go back."

She left from his arms, and he wanted to grab the corner of her clothes with nostalgia, but finally gave up.

After washing up, she put on her yesterday's clothes, ran to his bed and pulled him up, "I'm leaving."

He stared at her, "Are you still here tonight?"

"Do you want me to come?" She looked at him. "Are you scared? Your mother said you need someone to accompany you when you are scared."

"Well," he smiled, "I'm scared, so are you coming tonight?"

"Come on." She said, kissing him again, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Several days passed like this.

Draco went out again that day, and the medicinal materials she ordered were all about to arrive.

And she was reading in his room, the study in the house was very interesting to her.

And she had another visitor.

Lucius.

He came to see her again, and she held out her hand to him in bed.

He walked over in a strange way, held her hand, and sat beside her.

He and she looked at each other without speaking.

After a while, she approached him and put her arms around his neck, "You came to see me again."

"Yeah." He knew Draco wasn't here.

"Why?" She asked softly, putting her arms around his shoulders, buried her nose into his collar, smelling the mixed smell of aftershave and cologne on his body, he has always cleaned himself up very well decent.

"You like me very much, but you are also afraid of me," she defined. "Why? If you are afraid of me, why do you like me?"

"Shh..." He just wanted to put his arms around her, but she put her head on his lap, "You are afraid that I will stay with him," she said softly, "Every time I stay with him in this room You come to the door subconsciously when I sleep with him at night, and I feel the spell. But you don't come in, you stand outside and listen to us, you don't want us to do that but You don't want to say that you don't want us to do that, you want me to go back to my room, but you don't say it. "

"You let me do what I want, I want to be here, Draco wants me to be here, so you let me be here even if you don't want to."

"When Regulus doesn't want me to do something, he will tell me why he doesn't want me to do it. You don't want me to do it but you don't tell me, because you are afraid that I will ask you why, isn't it?"

She took his hand, "Why don't you come in? Why are you afraid?"

"The Dark Lord doesn't like your son with me," she said, "but he also knows that if I just want to be with your son, no one can stop me, and he wouldn't want to kill me over something like this." of."

He was speechless, and she said, "What the hell are you afraid of?"

She said softly, "You love me very much, but why?" She looked at him, "I obviously have nothing to do with you, and the time I spend with you is almost zero," she looked at him, "Why do you Will you love me like this?"

"I'm sorry," he said, "I'm sorry..."

She said, "Because you love my mother, don't you?"

She said softly, "Do you love her like a sister? But you know she's not your sister,"

"You always say me and Draco are the same to you," she looked at him, "Why do you say that?"

"You know Draco wants to kiss me, but you're afraid of him kissing me."

She said softly, "Why? I don't think it's because I'm a mixed race, right? You know I'm a descendant of your master, and although he hates your family, he is more afraid of losing me, so your son and I are together to your son It's not a bad thing..."

"I suppose it has something to do with what you've done, doesn't it?"

She is smart and direct.

"I'm not an ordinary kid," she said, "I'm not that stupid."

"You're with him," he said, "you're always with him, he likes you, he likes you so much..."

She spent the night in his room every day these days.

"What does that matter?"

"Narcissa asked me if I wanted you to get engaged."

"Oh," she laughed, "no, no, I won't be engaged to him..."

He reached out tremblingly to stroke her hair, pulling every strand of her hair behind her ears, and whispered, "I am to your mother..." He was so hoarse that he could hardly speak, "I am to you Your mother has done very bad things..."

"In this room?" she asked him.

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"Yes..." he could barely speak, "Draco was still in the cradle..."

He trembled and said, "It's very late, everyone is asleep, I just came back from outside after dealing with some things, I drank, I'm sober and not sober, but I want to see him, I'm here Come on...your mother happens to be watching him too..."

It's a very simple story. A young man who had been absent for a long time because his wife was pregnant was seduced by the devil when he was slightly drunk, and he did something out of the ordinary.

But is that out of line, a crime, or just a special place and identity?

No one can define it.

The eyes she gave him seemed to suggest, her fingers were soft and lingering, her lips were soft and sweet...

He thought back countless times afterwards that he felt that he was completely controlled by sinful desires at that time, so he read out the terrible connotation.

"She's my sister," he said, "she's my sister..."

"She wasn't," she said softly, "and I promise she wasn't my mother then."

Not then, but after that?

"Things are a little complicated in our family," she said, "don't worry..."

He ignored her, just kept repeating, "That's my fault," he lowered his head and kissed her hair, "That's my fault..."

Tears fell on her cheeks one by one, and she stretched out her hand to wrap his arms around him, "It's okay," she said softly, "It's okay."

"She hasn't seen me since," he said. "I've done terrible things..."

"She's been crying from behind," he choked so hard that he couldn't continue, "She's been..." She sat up and hugged him tightly, and he hugged her, he said, "She's been crying..."

She doesn't understand.The kid doesn't understand... he thought desperately, her mother believed him like that...

He did that to her and she couldn't tell anyone she couldn't even scream because if someone found out then she would have nowhere to go!He was her last resort, but he personally destroyed all her hopes...

"Shh," she said, "you're not my daddy, you know you're not my daddy..."

"Your hair is the same color as mine," he whispered, "your Animagus has one eye that is blue, and my grandmother's is blue..." He put her arms around her, "You and I have a last name, and everyone says you and Draco look like brother and sister..." He put his arms around her, "Twins are always born prematurely..."

"Shh, twins are always premature, but not always," she said. "You're not my father, Sirius is my father, and Regulus is like Tom Riddle like Sirius except you," She said, "You know, you know you're not my dad..."

"Draco likes you," he said, "he likes you like hell..."

"Don't worry," she said, putting her fingers over his lips, "you know I don't like him."

"No," he shook his head, "it's not that..."

No, he was only afraid that Draco was like him...

"Don't be afraid," she said, "Don't be afraid," she put her arms around him, "you know I like you, you know I wish you were my father, but you're not," she kissed him, "I'm not your daughter, My mother is not your sister either."

But you two are getting more and more alike, you and Draco are getting more and more alike...

Everyone says you look like a brother with a little sister, everyone!

"She has refused to see me since then," he held her in his arms. "Madam will do terrible things. Every time my father touches her, she will do terrible things. I'm afraid your mother will do the same..."

Madam would suddenly ask him to take Christie out when he was eating, and when he turned around, he found that she had already thrust the knife into his wrist, and he subconsciously covered Christie's eyes, while Madam's half hand was closed. Blood dripping.

He trembled and held the girl in his arms tightly, just like he trembled and covered Christie's eyes at that time.

"I told your mother I'm sorry," he said, "but she ignored me, I didn't dare leave her alone but she wouldn't let me touch her... I had to let her stay in the room, I didn't Dare to see her, but I dare not let her go out..."

Just like his father did to Mrs.But he promises he didn't do it on purpose...

"But suddenly one day I can't find her anymore, I can't find her anywhere, I'm afraid I won't find her, but I'm even more afraid of finding her, I'm afraid she'll look at me, but she's better alive than dead, It's better if I can't find her than to find her body, I always dream that she suddenly disappears in front of me..."

She would look at him, look at him with those green eyes, not for a moment, not moving, she would look at him like that, shed pure black tears, and suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes, leaving only piles of laundry.

"I didn't do it on purpose," he hugged her, "I really..." He trembled, "When I come to my senses, I..."

Something made his knees hurt badly, as if something was deeply embedded in his flesh, he lowered his head in the gap after the desire, and found her trembling in his arms.

Her black hair couldn't cover her bare skin at all, and she kept crying while covering her face, crying silently, as if she could only cry.

Her tears fell all over the ground, black pearls, they were inlaid into his knees like sin into his heart.

Draco slept so sweetly in the cradle, and she just cried silently.

Even if he treats her like that, she can't make a sound...

She can't tell anyone.

She has nowhere to go.

"Shh," she hugged him, as if he had become very small and she was very big, she said, "It's okay, it's all over..."

"Your mother..." he said, "how could I have done something like that...I..."

"It's okay," she coaxed him, "she's not your sister, and she wasn't her back then, there was someone else in her body, and that person wanted her to suffer, and it was all that person's fault, not yours, nor My mother's fault, you are all right," she hugged him, "don't be afraid, my father is Sirius, she already had me and my brother at that time, you haven't seen my brother so you don't know, I My brother laughed like Sirius, the reason she was crying at that time..." She kissed his cheek, "The reason why she stayed in your son's room so late..." She covered his mouth as he wanted to continue talking , she whispered in his ear, "Because she found out that she has a child."

She became a mother at the age of 20, but one of her children must die when she is 15 years old.

The boy she liked is dead, and the father of her child is the boy's older brother.

"She's scared," she said softly, "she's scared."

She became a mother against her will.

But what can she do?She has to take care of them.

She hugged him and didn't tell him any more, she didn't tell him that her mother could have turned to him for help.

Didn't tell him that she imagined her own mother's despair, that he was her last resort, but even he was no longer reliable.She just said, "Don't worry, you're not my dad."

He hugged her tightly to her neck and whimpered.

She embraced him, "Shh," she said softly, "Shhh, find him a fiancée, don't be afraid, find him a fiancée, you know the Dark Lord doesn't like me with him, tell your wife it's for that reason That's why you found someone else for him. That's it, don't be afraid. It's not a big deal, my mother didn't say it before, never will, and I won't tell anyone, so just take it for granted Just as long as it never happened.”

He was terrified that she was his own, he was terrified that Draco liked her, he knew she didn't like Draco, but that didn't reassure him - the lady didn't love his father either, but what happened?

When he was a teenager, he had repeated sinful dreams-the blonde girl was charming and soft, curled up in his arms and whispering softly.

Or she stretched out her hand like she did when she was a child, smiled innocently but coquettishly, and called him, "Lucius."

Blue eyes, flowing red lips, delicate and charming, snow-white skin and slender bones.

He couldn't help kissing her, touching her, kneading her.

She has a seductive aroma like a poppy.

That dream was scary.

He obviously loves another woman.

She hadn't slept with him in a long time.

He had pretended it was just that he missed her.

She was five years younger than him, and she never came to see him after he went to Hogwarts to study.

She is his sister, the only one, the most beloved, the most innocent and innocent.

But when she did come, before his father made his crazy suggestion, he had wondered for a damned moment whether to let his sinful desire come true.

She cried and trembled in his arms, but he couldn't help but look down from her loose collar.

She's grown up, she's not a child anymore, but he can make her an even more different being than she was before.

His fingers grazed her thin back, silky hair entangled him, she was delicate and weak, she was helpless and flustered, all he needed was a little guidance...

He didn't know the blond hair had changed color until the next morning.

He wasn't sure what he wanted to do until his father said those horrible words.

Morality grabbed him at the last moment.

But it didn't hold him all the way.

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