HP+ first love is no small matter

Draco pushed away from the guest room of his own house, and she was sitting on the bed waiting for him. There were people coming and going in the house, doctors and nurses.

The Dark Lord was so determined not to send her to St. Mungo's that he was even willing to hide himself so that Lucius would pay a lot of money to hire some doctors to come and see her.

Everyone said she was just a little stimulated.

Said very modestly.

But he recognized the medicine prescribed by the doctor, and he had taken it.

He knows what's in there.

Not to make her worse than she is now, to make her sleepy, to make her unable to think about more things.

However, the most important doctor's order is still to follow her and never go against her.

She can't stand stimulation.

Thinking this way, he finally pushed open the door of his guest room.

The nurse and the doctor had just left, and she was sitting on the bed, playing with her magic blocks.

She loves the magic blocks that glue themselves together when you put them together and run around the room.

She was always spelling out various resemblances to birds, which were now flying softly across the room.

In addition, there are rattles that can sing, story books that can tell stories by themselves, and children's wands (the Dark Lord took her wand away, it is too dangerous for her now), a set of magical cauldrons for children , and even a whole set of dress-up dolls and dollhouses that he grew up refusing to believe he ever had.

That was my mother's taste, and my mother liked dolls and dollhouses, and my mother gave him all of them, and he played with them until he was five years old before he realized they were girls' toys and he shouldn't be playing with them.

Mother may wish, deep down, to have a daughter.

A well-behaved, obedient daughter who will not leave her.

She is now the daughter in her mother's mind, well-behaved, obedient, beautiful, and very attached to her mother and brother.

His mother loved her, his mother spoiled her, and his mother turned out all the toys he had when he was a child for her to play with.In addition to the children's version of the broomstick.

But mother didn't know what was going on, and he wouldn't tell anyone but the Dark Lord.

And now she no longer calls her mother an aunt, she is called "Mom" just like him.

As long as she doesn't let her see her father, as long as she doesn't mention her father, she'll be fine.

Her hand that was building blocks stopped, she looked at him, smiled, "Brother." She stretched out her hand to him, "Can you sit with me for a while?"

"Eat first," he whispered, "I'll sit with you for a while after the meal."

"I'm not hungry." She felt a little wronged, "I'm not hungry at all."

"Eat a little," he smiled, "I'll feed you."

She was very happy, and sat on the bed with her legs together, "Okay."

He came here to feed her. She has recently developed a new problem of not eating. She doesn't seem to feel hungry. Even if everyone chases her to ask her to eat, she just eats two mouthfuls, unless he feed her.

What he feeds her she eats.

Including cauliflower, which he once fed her on purpose, and she stared at it for a moment before opening her mouth to eat it.

She obviously hates cauliflower that much.

But he fed her and she ate it.

She didn't want him to be unhappy.

Today is all she likes, salmon, roast beef, cherry pie, and fruit after dinner is strawberries covered with cream and sugar. On the one hand, he hoped that she would eat more, but on the other hand, he wanted to control the amount.

When he fed her for the first time, she ate as much as he fed her, and then she vomited all over the floor.

After vomiting it out, she was terrified and pulled his sleeve to prevent him from calling someone. She said, "I'm sorry..."

She said, "I'll eat it," and told him to keep feeding her, and she said, "I'll eat it..."

She is so dependent on him now, wants him to be happy, wants him to be with her, and she doesn't want anything else.

"Sit with me for a while," she said softly after he stopped feeding her hands, "just for a while."

He put the plate and knife and fork back on the tray, flicked his wand briefly, and whispered, "Okay."

He sat beside her, and she put her arms around him, "Brother," she said contentedly, "let's play chess."

"Wizard's or Muggle's?"

"Either," she said, "or shall we play cards?"

Her shining green eyes watched her, "Let's play, anything."

He stared at her, "Have you taken your medicine today?"

"Take it," she bit her lip, "but I feel dizzy after taking the medicine."

"You're sick," he whispered. "You should take your medicine."

"After taking the medicine, I always feel a headache when thinking about things," she whispered, "Can I not take the medicine?"

"When you are sick, you need to take medicine to get better."

"But I don't feel better after taking it..." She stared at him, then changed her words, "But I will take the medicine obediently," she hugged him, "As long as you are with me, if you want me I'll do whatever I do."

She hugged him and called him in a low voice, "Brother..."

"Ok?"

"Don't get married, okay?" she whispered, "They say you have a fiancée but you still have to always be with me is not good...so don't get married, okay?"

It was you who asked me to be engaged to her.

"Vera," he straightened her face, "who am I?"

"elder brother."

"No," he looked at her, "what's my name?"

"You don't like me calling your name," she stared at her toes, "You always say I'm your sister and you are my brother," she panicked again, "Brother..." She stared at him, " I'm very good, I didn't call you by your name..."

"Villa..." he called her softly, and she became more and more frightened, "I'm very good," she began to cry, "I'm really good," she tremblingly hugged him, "brother, don't you don't want me..."

"Nothing," he smiled, "I've always been here, and I've always been with you."

"But you want me to call you by your name," she said tearfully, "You said you were my brother and I shouldn't treat you like any other boy..."

She thought about it and said it, "Did you do it on purpose? You want me to make a mistake and then you have an excuse not to want me?"

"Don't give me to someone else," she began to cry, "I didn't make a mistake..."

She said, "If you like her, just like her, but don't give me to others, okay? If you like her, then I like her too, but you don't want me for her, okay?"

No, Vera, you didn't make a mistake, you didn't take him for any other boy.

You're taking other boys for him now, Vera.

But he didn't say it, just put his arms around her, "Okay," he smiled, "Okay, here I am," he kissed her forehead, "Vera is a good girl," he hugged her tightly , "No one will not want her."

"Kiss me," she whispered, "kiss me more."

He obediently kissed her several times, she smiled, and suddenly yawned again, "Brother," she said softly, "I really took medicine, that medicine always makes me dizzy and sleepy, you see ,I now……"

"Well," he put his arms around her, "Vera is a good girl," he kissed her forehead, "I know you've taken your medicine."

"When I wake up, let's play together?" She persistently held his sleeve, "Brother, when I wake up..."

"I won't go," he whispered, "I won't go, I will always be here with you," he stared into those green eyes like lake water, "I will always be here."

She smiled through tears, "Brother," she leaned her head on his shoulder and shook his head, "I like you the most, do you know?"

She hugged him, "Can you sleep with me for a while?" She looked at him, "I promise I'll wake up right away, let's play chess, shall we play chess when I wake up?"

She was so sleepy that she still wanted him to answer.

He kissed her forehead and lay on the bed with her.

He embraced her from behind. She herself didn't like being touched when she was sleeping, but now, as soon as he let her go, she turned around vigilantly, "Brother?"

"My arm is a little numb..." he whispered.

"Then don't hug me," she turned around and looked at him. "Can you kiss me?"

He kissed her forehead, and she said cautiously, "Don't be like this, okay?"

He hesitated for a long time, and she saw it, "No," she cried sadly, "it's okay if you don't kiss me..."

He finally couldn't take it anymore.

He pulled her tighter into his arms, lowered his head and touched her lips.

She was so happy that she put her arms around him, "How about another one?"

come

B doesn't come

C Waiting for you to wake up...